“My candle burns at both ends,
It will not last the night,
But ah, my foes and oh, my friends,
It gives a lovely light.”
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
It has been almost six months since we moved to RVA. In that time we have gone a little crazy with all the options of places to go and things to do. It’s finally caught up with us. This week we looked at each other and said “Please, let’s keep this weekend clear”. We are pooped. Moving from a largely rural county where most of the interesting things to do are at least an hour away to a place where there is something going on EVERY WEEKEND (and often on weekdays too) with none of it is more than a half an hour away is mind boggling. Even more amazing is that we haven’t been able to do everything. Last weekend we chose to hit the Powhatan Festival of the Grape (which was great fun) and missed the local Celtic Festival.
In the end we have to take a little time off to re-charge our batteries.
- 154 days without a (proven)rude Virginian.
- Temperatures yesterday were in the 80s. It occurred to us that local kids don’t have to figure out how to design a Halloween costume that can fit over a snow suit or heavy jacket.
- Don’t want to short the Powhatan festival. It was much larger than we expected. We ended up skipping about 6 wineries because we just ran out of gas. Plenty of the festival food we have come to expect, plus some cool shopping. The Kid picked up a cool hat, I almost bought one as well.
It’s a new beginning.