Today is Drew's last day to work on the Robot. I snuck a peek on Saturday late. Its wonderfully square and sturdy, low to the ground, with thick treaded wheels to navigate the ice on this year's court. It pulls the balls up into its guts, swirls them around and up to an exit on the top. Interesting design. They still have a ways to go though.
Drew had to be there around noon, so I took my lunch hour to drive him over to school (Kiel is visiting friends in Boston). We chatted happily on the way there and listened to an Adventures in Odyssey CD story. He scurried up the steps and bounded through the door, eager to get started.
I pulled away, in no particular hurry since my one o'clock meeting had been cancelled. I decided not to rush back on 490, but to take Elmwood Ave home, to go the back way where I would get to see something of life and nature and people. Not like the barren sights one is fed from the sides of expressways.
The sun shone warm through the car window, caressing my hair and adding to my laid back mood. I didn't care to think about the clock or the stack of papers awaiting my return. I knew Drew would stay late and I could work past 5 to make up any extra time. I don't know how long the pleasant weather will stay with us, or how long I may have a leisure lunch time to enjoy it. But today I turned up the radio and simply floated along at a reasonable pace, gliding along with Borodin and Brahms. Nice.
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