Have I mentioned that they are trying to kill me here???? Hey this is Bill and my butt is dragging....that or the road has finally risen up to greet me as the Irish say. Yesterday....that was Tuesday, Roberta and I took a long walk up town to the market and then back down to her neighborhood to F&M's big book sale. Now I do mean big. One of the largest in the country. Luckily, I was only looking for music so I was able to get out of there with a little bit of profit left from the pay for this trip. but don't let this weary traveler rest....oh,no........we headed out for Kennett Square. We were meeting Tasha and Brad for lunch. For those who do not know, Tash is Roberta's daughter and Brad the husband. If they were not just so damn likable; you would have to hate them just because they are one of those perpetually pretty families. I mean even the dogs are great looking. We managed to finagle not only lunch but also dinner out of them. Between the meals, we went to the Brandywine River Museum. This is a beautiful place right on the river and home to the Wyeth's work and some other of like ilk. A beautiful place indeed. After feeding me all day yesterday, I am sure that Brad got up this morning expecting my smiling face appearing over his oatmeal.
Instead today I did my first day of teaching kids at the Youth Intervention Center (YIC). Being ably assisted by Jeremy and Roberta, Cindy and I split the groups. Cindy taught them "smart art" and I just gave them paints and a surface ....prayed.....held on and hoped for the best. The best is what we got. Today was the shelter kids; tomorrow will be the detention kids. I t will be interesting to see the differences. Today it was nice to see that even the staff folks who show up with this kids participated. Pretty nice.
So yoga in a bit and then dinner next door with Clint and Jessica. I must have done something right in a previous life. Bill