Random Update (5.10.14)

I suppose I'll just summarize today, since today was pretty awesome. First I woke up around 10:00AM and began writing the article I would end up emailing to my editor a few hours late later that evening. Ah, sweet procrastination. Whoever decided guilt was the correct feeling to associate with procrastination was profoundly mistaken on the simple pleasures in life. Like apple picking. Pat ambled downstairs around noon and reminded me of his idea at dinner last night to go for a drive with some friends out to an apple orchard and enjoy the beautiful fall colors and the sun on a sunny Sunday sun sun sun. I believe I just broke the record for most uses of "sun" in a sentence! Forgive my lapse into the absurd. To continue with the day, Pat and I grabbed some lunch from Lower and waited for the three other troops to arrive (Jonathan, a good friend, plus Abigail and Jessie, also good friends but known for shorter periods of time). The five of us strolled over to Comm. Ave. and piled into our roommate Chris' van, which he kindly lent us for the day. We jammed out to some relaxing folk/americana/classic rock as we meandered through the Massachusetts back roads in search of crispy apples. Thankfully, we were a gabby bunch, and the conversation never faltered, especially with such diverse and witty characters as Jonathan (India) and Jessie (South Africa). We eventually made it to the road on which the apple orchard lay. However, seeing as it was a beautiful fall Sunday to pick apples, we recognized that we were not, in fact, the only ones to go apple picking. So instead of waiting around and proceeding at a snail's pace for the last mile and a half, we parked in a park (is that a pun? I don't even know) and walked along the road. I kept my eye on this one Nissan coupe the whole walk - we definitely equaled his pace the entire way. Once we found the orchard and farm house and farm store and cider donut (!) line, we knew we had made the only correct decision available for such a day. It was positively gorgeous. We wandered along some paths, vaguely following directions from stray apple-pickers, vaguely following our natural apple-picking instincts, and eventually arrived at the apple-picking-bag kiosk. We got 3 bags among the 5 of us, and off we went. It was a very human afternoon. Mitchell and Dad just left this morning, it was great to see them, and the weekend when they come back with the other familiar units looks to be a blast! 

Pat's driving. I'm shotty.