Just Over the Bridge
I had a dream last night. Usually I don't do math in my head when I dream. In my dream I realized that the time elapsed between the end of the Civil War and my birth is about the exactly the same as the time that I've existed. That gave me some dream insight about human progress (if you care to call it that). Automobiles, identity theft, Reality TV, nuclear weapons, population growth, the oil age, Wi-Fi, airplanes, Twitter and all that those entail. It's a scary rate of change.
We visited another National Park in New Brunswick yesterday. Somebody hit a moose doing about 70. The blood spatter on the highway was like a 15 gallon water balloon full of blood had been thrown down the road at speed.
We saw a black bear cub eating flowers. A jerk in a pickup truck swerved off the road to try to hit it.
Anyway, some friends From Sun and Fun have offered to put us up in their back yard in PEI with an ocean view. If it ever stops raining, they'll play some doubles tennis with us. I made them my famous Tuscan Halibut with fish from a small fishing village named North Rustico. It looks like lobster season is over. They're piling up all the traps and cleaning the boats.
We've been watching Wimbleton every day on the satellite. They have a poet laureate this year. He's a friend of a friend. We're looking forward to his thoughts about the Queen and about the Mahout vs. Isner game. It should be the best thing since Beowulf and Grendel.