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Lyrics for Saturday and Rockwood Mansion


Ice Cream
By Sarah McLachlan

Your love
Is better than ice cream.
Better than anything else that I've tried
And your love
Is better than ice cream
Everyone here knows how to cry

And it's a long way down
It's a long way down
It's a long way
Down to the place where we started from.

Your love
Is better than chocolate
Better than anything else that I've tried
And oh love
Is better than chocolate
Everyone here knows how to fight

And it's a long way down
It's a long way down
It's a long way
Down to the place where we started from.

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Posted for friends for reasons that are probably best not explained.

I spent my morning, when I wasn't nauseous from the news, writing a review of Deep Space Nine's "Destiny", yet another good episode that's become a great episode given what we know now about the characters and the future of Bajor. Then I ran around to get everything else done so Paul could come home early and we could go meet up with Annmarie, who is the area for work, at a Mexican restaurant near BWI. Traffic sucked but we eventually got there and had a lovely dinner catching up with her!

Since driving home in much lighter traffic, we have spent what was left of the evening watching the Air Force-Hawaii game. Younger son went to dinner with his girlfriend and two other friends, and tomorrow he is running in another 5K so I will not see him much till Sunday. Here are some photos from the Rockwood Museum, the country estate in Wilmington where the Delaware Shakespeare Company performs outdoors in the summer and indoors in the winter, built by Joseph Shipley and restored in 1999:















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