I have approximately five minutes before class starts. I'm not sure how much I'll actually get to type but if I don't finish, expect a continuation of this post later on, 'k? 'k.
Lucy went home yesterday morning, after arriving on Saturday morning. We were very hopeful about the kite all weekend but, as she has already mentioned, the weather Gods/Goddesses just were not of one mind with us. There were also not many people on the beach with kites (read: none). It might be entirely possible that the area of beach around here is too shallow and even and the direction that the bay faces is not conductive to gloomy & stormy seas. Or maybe that's just around here. (Though the temperature here should be dropping later this week. Right now it's still too warm to wear a jacket over my sweater, unless I'm indoors.) (I would like to take a moment to mention that in terms of secret relative location to the Arctics, my lab is located much closer to the North Pole than my apartment. The tissue culture room is warmer, I kid you not.) There are craggier points up north but they are probably not very good for kite flying either. Knowing me I'd fall into a tide pool or something by accident and drop the kite, spool and all, into the ocean.
I've found someone who agrees that downtown of my grad school area is a little bit like downtown of my undergrad school. They have very good fries.
And now the class starts.
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