Out of town now, which always puts me in this very detached mood. I lose touch with current events, even those in my own life except in a sort of dreamy way, full of sense memory. It's strange how even though the internet is equally as accessible here (at my parents' house) as in my own, it doesn't call out to me. I hope everyone is enjoying the summer. It makes me feel bad sometimes when I see people preoccupied with "back-to-school" stuff at this time, when these can be the most lush, verdant, lyrical, ripe and overflowing days. Wally's been taking long naps and staying up late. Last night we ate outside at this great 1950's style roadside hot dog/grilled cheese/ ice cream kind of place. My father and I might land a big project soon, one that has been kind of a dream of ours for years in the field of minority education. We've worked on and off in that area together for over a decade, focused on college students. This one will cover the entire educational span from kindergarten through college graduation. My dad sees this work as kind of a tribute to the original Rachel, the one who took care of him in childhood after his father died and his mother went back to work. That Rachel for whom I was named never learned to read.