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June 14,1998
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The rain continued and continued to continue. Flood warnings are still up. I canceled plans to go to Nancy's house because I would have had to pass through some of the flooded areas. So, I've turned into a weather wimp and it's not even winter! The rain stopped for awhile and I went out to check the Shawsheen and Merrimack rivers. They are over their banks but not at the frightening raging torrent stage. After determining that neither river had crested yet, I went to Starbucks for coffee. I picked up the Sunday paper to see if there was news about the flooding in Boston, or the gay pride parade scheduled for today in Lawrence and somehow ended up looking at the obituaries, which I never do. Well, it must of been one of those newage synchronicity things, because the first obit I laid eyes on was Ned's mother. She was 77 and died of a heart attack while fly fishing in Connecticut on Wednesday. I liked Ned's mother a lot. The first time I met her, the first thing she said to me was "I saw 35 common snipe this morning, it's a good day." She was a naturalist and birder on the board of the Manomet Center for Conservation Sciences (formerly the Manomet Bird Observatory). Ned hasn't been around since he got back from California (I only know he's back because Lizard Boy ran into him - Lizard Boy has been mad at him because he promised to get some air play for Lizard Boy's band's demo disk and hadn't gotten back to him yet.) I didn't know whether I should announce Mrs. Claflin's demise to the barista crew or what, so I just went on home when I finished my coffee. In true virtual life fashion, I browsed around the web for mentions of Mrs. C and found this article about biologist Denver Holt, whom Mrs. Claflin mentored. It rained, Ned's mother died, the flood warnings are still on. That's about it for the day. |
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