Random notes

Mold hates my eyes. The feeling is mutual.

Isabel is weakening. I’m personally pointed toward Syracuse this weekend, so rain will be no surprise, but there’s some tension over whether there will be Girl Scout camping in the Adirondacks this weekend. I dragged out my hoary old “went to Scout Island in a storm with a tent with no floor and nothing to eat or drink but orange soda and the boat with the food never made it and we had nothing but orange soda to eat or drink all night and the next morning” story. I may have to embellish it some, as I’m certain it was pre-poptops, and we probably had to puncture the cans with trusty, rusty scout knives.

To the city tomorrow, wearin’ my new testifyin’ shoes.

Everyone who wrote in with (or even thought of) “duck tape” as the proper goose-repair mechanism, give yourselves a no-prize. A really tiny one, though, please. I mean, really… Plus, I fall on the “duct” side of that debate, so don’t even get me started.