NOTE: I couldn’t get on the Internet last night. Yes, I did try the phone line. Nothing worked. I gave up in disgust at 11 pm and went to bed. So , this was written last night and since I am again exhausted tonight, I’ll add pictures tomorrow.
I’m tired tonight. I don’t know why but I feel beat down. I think it must be the rain. Regardless of the precipitation, I had a great time. I live for that stuff. Princeton was gorgeous. It made me want to go back to college. Well, let me clarify that. I would like to be 20 again and go to college at Princeton if I could have the whole college experience and not have to pay the tuition back in student loans. I appreciate the chance to browse the shops. I enjoyed yummy lobster bisque at The Soup Man. The owner is the one and only Soup Nazi made famous by Seinfeld. It really was delicious. I bought a few things for the family and even manage to find a few things that I couldn’t possibly live the rest of my life without. Oh, I did find that allusive Princeton sign and the guide wasn’t kidding when she said they were kind of lacking in that area. I walked around a lot of that front campus and I finally found a rather grim sign that really seemed to be for posting notices. But, hey it was a sign and it said Princeton. 
Sure we did some educational stuff. We saw Albert Einstein’s house, and I was really impressed that it hadn’t been made into a museum or some sort of tourist attraction until I found out that it had been stipulated in his will that that sort of thing could never happen. I guess he was quite astute at knowing the workings of the general public…any opportunity to exploit something or someone for money. 
The rain kind of dampened the wonderful presentation we received at the Princeton Battlefield, but I was quite impressed by the sheer amount of details the ranger had. I really do believe he could have given us a play by play if we had asked. The house was larger than I expected, and I thought the décor was accurate to the period. I love to decorate (much to my husband’s dismay) and I find it particularly interesting how women of different centuries and countries choose to express themselves domestically. I think it is very telling of a woman by the detail or lack there of in their home. Not necessarily saying that it is good or bad, but just that it says something about her.
I really now understand where the saying “you can lose the battle and still win the war” comes from and how true it is.
