Float

A somewhat vivid-ized image of Marti and Jason’s pool, which is not yet open for swimming but swirling eddies of fallen blossom.

Drove Ellie (the younger) to the airport in Nashville as she was flying back to college. Strictly speaking I might have paid closer attention to the route there, but I’d driven it once or twice before, maybe a decade ago, and was catching up with my lovely niece, learning about her job-boyfriend-roommates-summerplans-apartment. So my missed turn on the way back to Gallatin was maybe understandable. I didn’t mention it to anyone, except you all. But I don’t recommend getting lost in Nashville if you can avoid it. :-)

A nice afternoon with Harry, who was quite alert.