It's getting so that ...

even weekends are no fun.  They are always followed by a Monday.

Pig on the Pond is happening in clermont, a street festival.  Not even sure I want to go see it. The less contract I have with this community the better, I fear.

Just waiting to go home.

Still, coming south was not all a bad thing.  As I told Sybil, it has helped me know who I am and where I belong. yes, I should already have known that, but I keep forgetting.

I regret that the reunion is postponed but in another sense, it is a relief.  Did not, do not, want any contact with the Griffins and if the reunion had gone forth, that would have been a choice I had to make.  They're now planning the reunion for next year, at Camp Wazikliah, in Maine, owned by some CCR alumni. I don't plan to attend. Wazi is too far away and, for me anyhow, the reunions were about both the people and the location.  True, the people are the most crucial, but it would not seem like a CCR reunion, to me, in Maine. And I have to wonder, to what degree, this is just a PR stunt for the Parkers, the owners of Wazi.  There now....I am growing cynical. Not good. Perhaps my outlook will change, but I somewhat doubt it.

And during the traditional Mike Griffin worship session, held at each reunion, he can slander me as he did BJ Rankin at the last one.  By then, maybe, I will have published Mid the Hills, and will have the last laugh.

Shouldn't look at things like that, but I do.

One more week and it's home to Carolina.