"Just an old sweet song"

It's a crystal clear evening. Warm and windy. Whenever driving from middle Georgia to coastal Georgia, I love watching the transformation of the land. The mingling of Spanish moss and wisteria is a beauty I didn't know existed. Just before 7:00, I grabbed my camera, determined to capture live oaks and azaleas in the glow of the setting sun. Time stops here. It is slowed down by arching branches and curtains of moss.

The day began with a four hour AAMR conference. I was in charge of the instrument-making table and now have approximately 200 egg shakers in the trunk of my car. My second encounter with eggs involved throwing them at trees in the McGowan's back yard. Don't ask. I hit three out of five dead on and wished that good aim were of more use to me.

It is now twenty-four hours before formal. Tomorrow's forecast calls for an 80% chance of rain with the possibility of severe storms in the evening. I'm not sure how I feel about being on a river cruise during a thunderstorm.