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more from martha's vineyard...

here's pete peering wistfully out to the ocean

us in front of gay head...yeah, pete forgot to bring a coat this weekend....yeah, it was really really cold...

the whole crew throwing rocks into the ocean. they have a long way to go, as you can tell by the rock-strewn beach...i found out they were actually aiming at one of the rocks in the water...

so the weekend was really great, though will probably take a bit of time to recover. i drove down friday afternoon, listening to some lectures i had burned onto cd. i hung out with heather for a bit friday night, as she prepared for a lockin with her youth group, while i was waiting for pete to get out of work....then we rushed down to foxboro to get his stuff and rush to wood's hole to catch the ferry, which we just made, as i mentioned.

saturday we met two young married couples that had been to charles river a few times, and we started talking about church stuff (which was the point of the weekend...sort of...). we decided that we don't particularly like church the way it is....but we are looking for some spiritual community...and we know what we want it to look like...and we have ideas about how charles river could do that...and it all sounds really cool. and makes me sad because i feel far away. but i enjoyed meeting new people, and it was still a great weekend hearing people say things that i had been thinking but didn't have other people to talk to about it (except for pete, of course. and mom's always good for talking about church's foibles...).

sunday night we watched the super bowl with lots of undergrad friends, then monday i visited kara at shrader, which was very nice. she's done a lot for the place, just look at the bulletin boards. and the flyers...and she rages against times new roman, one memo at a time...

phil, coincidentally enough, was also at shrader that day, so the three of us went out to lunch at panera and caught up. it was nice.

i drove back toward syracuse that afternoon, but decided to stop at a motel about 100 miles away from syracuse to avoid driving during snow (and i was exhausted...i had spent the previous two nights on an air mattress that deflated, and a pull out couch with no pillow). so i stayed in the charming town of palatine bridge, whose name cracks me up because the nerves and arteries that run through your hard palate, the roof of your mouth, are called the greater and lesser palatine...and there's actually a palatine bone in your skull too. so i had a definite picture of a palate-shaped bridge...

this morning i drove back to school, made it to some class, and watched 4 out of the 5 lectures i had missed during my galivanting, went to pilates, cmf (christian medical fellowship), and then worked on some homework with arlin...and now i'm here.

ok. over and out.

oh, and comments are always appreciated. though, as kara pointed out, the incomprehensible struggle of merely reading this blog, never mind wandering through the enigmatic process of leaving a comment....so if you are reading this, i praise you and thank you.

(though i still like comments... :) )