Yikes!

I had to go to the VA hospital in Northampton today to get my eyes checked (verdict: they're about the same as they were two years ago); the whole thing would have taken about three hours, max (very max), by car, but by bus (two busses each direction), nine. Which is the downside of public transportation. I spent most of the day waiting around for busses. And it wasn't cold but it was very windy. All day.

I did, with all this time, manage to take one or two pictures, so we will see about that.

Meanwhile, Notre Dame beat UCONN in the women's tournament last night, and some NYTimes writer named Jeré Longman produced the most bizarre lead paragraph I have ever read about a sporting event (or any other):

DENVER — Eight times they have played in the past two seasons, a Big East women’s rivalry so familiar that Connecticut and Notre Dame can finish each other’s plays, the way a husband and wife finish each other’s sentences.

Followed by the most insipid second:

Strategy had less effect on Sunday night’s N.C.A.A. tournament semifinal than the celluloid basics right out of “Hoosiers”: hustle, defense, rebounding, free-throw shooting. Desperation played its part, too, as did the necessary selfishness of individual brilliance that elevated both teams’ aspirations.

Necessary selfishness of individual brilliance, uh huh.


It was a good, if inelegant, game. Notre Dame won.