Futility Now

Yep, prom season.  Sylvia’s boyfriend is a junior, so she went.  The whole thing was pretty adorable.

Sylvia’s must-have item?  A pair of Doc’s.  How could I say no?

There was dinner and dancing with friends, of course.

Everything was very official, with corsages and looooooooooove.

I went looking on my old computer for some old photos to post for comparison, but instead became captivated by the span (almost wrote spawn) of time.  I saved several to my desktop but I think they will be a different post.  We’ll keep this one in the here and now.

Here are some pictures of the sky looking ominous.

Here is a truck with one of everything on it.

Here are some excellent chicken and waffles from Mack and Dub’s Excellent Chicken and Waffles.

Here is some sweet, sweet New Aesthetic action for you.

As noted in the immediately preceding post, Hazel turned 34 on Friday. To celebrate, we went to The Farm, and then to some bars and then to someone’s back yard which involved a fire pit and champagne. It was pretty great.

Last night we went to The Kennedy School. We met a bunch of people in one of the bars, and stayed the night in a room there (which allowed us to avail ourselves of a salt-water bathing pool!) Staying there was really nice. In addition to the aforementioned pool, the room was really nice, and it was fun to have it as a bivouac. Here is an extremely pretentious picture of Hazel taken therein.

Here is a picture of us this morning, right before we checked out.

As Joaquin mentioned, I fell and did an number on my ankle.  During the rest of our vacation, I was spoiled with good company and attention and carried around, and there was a truly incredible view from our windows.  Despite this, my ankle refused to chin up, and just became bluer and bluer. Literally.

So, while it wasn’t on our itinerary, we made a stop at the Mad River Hospital (what a name!) to make sure I hadn’t broken anything.  Nope, not broken, but the ligaments are damaged, so it’s going to be a long time before I get back to my ballet classes.

I went back to work yesterday, and my students were wonderful, but it definitely wrecked me.  Crutching around is work.  I got all sweaty and I am just not a sweaty person.

So I stayed home again today, and did a lot of sleeping.  You know I’m not myself when you see me photographed in a hoodie.  I have never even owned a hoodie in my life.  This is one of Sylvia’s abandoned ones that has sharpie marker stains all over the sleeves.  But its shlubbiness is telling.  Seriously, I watched The Cutting Edge on Netflix and ate a Kit Kat today.  I guess my ligaments aren’t the only worrisome thing…

So we just got home from Trinidad. In Trinidad we drank fine wines, at delicious food and lounged around in a hot tub. On the downside, Hazel really did a number on her ankle because she was looking at the spectacular view instead of the porch in front of her. Now she’s on crutches. At any rate, here are a bunch of pictures.

There was also a lot of rain, but it was nice to just watch it through the windows. The drive home was also pretty soggy, and we stopped on the other side of Rice Hill, which is always fun.