One might fairly ask what a dead camcorder and standing in Keene, N.H., for hours in pouring rain and 35-degree temperatures has to do with getting a daughter into college.
The answer lies somewhere in a Bermuda Triangle of a philosophical discussion on the role of athletics and recruiting in NCAA Division III even at the finest academic institutions, the difficulty of quantifying defense, and a lack of parental foresight and understanding of the process of all of the above.
Last Saturday morning, I woke up feeling downright peaceful. Here it was, less than two weeks before Christmas and, because I had shopped early and planned carefully, I was coasting into a low-stress holiday.
The presents were purchased and wrapped. The tree was decorated. The cookies were baked. I had nothing left to do but relax and bask in this unfamiliar sense of calm.
So I decided to paint the living room.