Little Bit Manic

I remember back in college, my happiest days were always the ones spent planning the next quarter. Somehow, the reality of actually taking the courses wasn't near as much fun. And the strange let down immediately after final exams was jarring, to say the least. Almost twenty years later I'm pretty clear on the pattern. I love looking forward. I don't feel so well when I do too much looking back. Things coming to an end is always my Kryptonite. So now I compensate. Or over-compensate, as the case may be.

The first week of summer vacation Django & I circumnavigated the Bay Area, twice. We saw Andi's newly remodled dream home in Point Richmond, finally met 3-month old Baby Ian in Novato, rode the steam train with Brad in Tilden Park, went back to Novato to swim with Mama Rae & Baby Ian, rode the ferry with Mama Hina & Little Simran to Sausalito and back, hiked at Land's End with Billy, whooped it up at Dada Hunter & Mama Irene's house in Oakland for Annabelle's 2nd birthday--then, we hightailed it out of town.

You'll have to forgive me for not writing about it sooner. My mania got the better of me. I did, at least, have the presence of mind to snap a few photos. Here are my titles for them:

1) Parallel Parking This Thing's a Bitch

2) Next Stop: Chorus Line

3) Naked & Wet 3-yd Dash

4) I'll Check My Calendar

5) At Least One of Us Enjoyed the Ride