Hi Guys! Mike and Aurie have allowed me to bust into their living quarters and use the dial-up computer. Hurray! I can post from Apple Hill, but there will be no pictures. Attempting to download pictures while using dial-up is an exercise in absolute frustration. Eff you, dial-up. I shouldn't complain because dial-up is better than no internet at all, that's fo' sure.
I am in a very good mood today. The wonderful woman who adopted Trixie just sent an email updating me on the situation. It sounds like old Trixie is in very capable and loving hands. Leaving Trixie in Batavia was traumatic to say the least, but I feel so much better now. Alicia, Trixie's new mom, seems totally confident that things will work out, and her confidence is contagious. Hurray! I want to send a special shout out to my Mother and to Ashley, both of whom brilliantly calmed me down during the post-Trixie-abandonment hysteria.
The Apple Hill Center For Chamber Music is just a wonderful place. I love it here. This year is especially fabulous because the following people are in attendance: Elise, Mary, Mike, Aurie, and there is a rumor going around that Jesse might make an appearance. Oh for FUN.
The only real problem with Apple Hill is that it is fairly.....rustic. Mother Nature and I are not always so great together, as I am a city girl through and through. Coming to Apple Hill always challenges my natural distrust of nature. It's too quiet here, and there are too many biting bugs. The total darkness freaks me out, and the beam created by a flashlight is inherently spooky. The first night in the woods is always the roughest, and let me assure you, this year was the roughest first night on record.
Here at Apple Hill we sleep in shacks. My shack consists of a bed (futon), and a chair. The shack has electricity, but no plumbing, air conditioning, or cable television.
This year, as an extra bonus, my shack contained a BAT.
Thanks a bunch Mother Nature. Bee-otch.