we were walking along the new walking trail on the island with Nisha when we found a mystery intake pipe. Dianne cleaned some leaves out of the grate and then we searched for the outlet. she leaned over the water and a bottle of water fell out of her jacket. can't be polluting the creek, so she had to go get it.

I had so much fun sharing the Fall Festival with (e:Dianne). Of course people loved her. she did leave several older people confused, as in, "Did someone really name their son Dianne?"

her toaster has options.

Silly pix from the past few days, including last night's frittata, an art project from tedx, my nephew Ronan, Wendy's stray plant, a mandolin at Allentown Music, the speaker we rented for the Fall Festival...