All is well in the eastern bit of Wisconsin. Sitting out on my front porch, I can feel the fall chill and watch the neighborhood children riding their bicycles and tossing a football about. Meanwhile, the leaves of the trees range from green, through gold, to flaming orange, and the sky is madly blue.
Bucolic as all hell.
This past weekend was full of activity, as Friday night witnessed M and I going out to dinner with some of the English faculty (the kool kidz). Then, Saturday, we went leaf-peeping on the east side of the lake, stopping to have a grand meal at the Gravey Train in St. Cloud. That night, I was dragged off to a bonfire party by friends of mine from our corner bar.
The next day involved karaoke at said corner bar. I shall say no more about that.
But it also involved an extraordinary get together of us "new faculty" types at the apartment of an acquaintance of ours who is in religious studies and is a die-hard sci-fi geek (they incorporated a bat'leth into their wedding!). And I proceeded to get into a heated debate about the status of "creationism" with a senior anthropologist.
At any rate, a good weekend all around, and one which left me scrambling to grade a million papers this week. Which I did.
This weekend: Cider mills!