I’ve been dreaming a lot lately — mostly clouded scenarios of chores unfinished, but peppered amongst the drudgery of my dreamscape have been a few gems. One such jewel was my dream of a Chappy populated by canals. Residents were happily paddling their way to neighboring homes, and returning from the Stop and Shop in gondolas overflowing with reusable green grocery bags. Delightful. I believe that this dream transportation system may have, in reality, been floated during the bike path discussions...but I may have dreamt that too.

The rain came and washed the dullness from my chickadees — they have returned to their vibrant yellow. The crows took a bath too, but immediately got themselves dusty again.

Before the rain, there was a very big night sky. From our perch on North Neck, the Milky Way hung overhead like a scarf blown in the wind. Odd how such largeness can seem so intimate and close, but I always feel embraced by its beauty and grandeur. I still have a drawing that I did in kindergarten on periwinkle blue construction paper — it consisted simply of the paper and yellow Crayola dots for constellations. I can still look at it today and remember that unique wonder of youth.

No word yet from the Obamas regarding my gracious offer to golf the Chappy Links. Perhaps they mailed me a letter of reply. I should check my mailbox. Until I hear definitively one way or the other, I will continue to dress in my Sunday best, and keep some ice cold lemonade and sangria on hand.

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