Rockport, Massachusetts, July 2009
adventures
Dirty Girl
So I accidentally on purpose got rip-roaring drunk last night (there was an Amstel promotion at the Purple Shamrock, and what were we going to do, turn down free beer?), then came home and wolfed down a giant plate of Tom’s leftover Chinese food. Not my finest hour. I was passed out by eleven and wide awake by four-thirty this morning, though, (OH MAN, I KNOW) only slightly headachey and feeling very much like I needed to repent.
It’s ten o’clock now, and so far today I’ve picked up the bedroom, scrubbed the tub, downloaded the AWESOMEST public radio app for my phone, walked to Castle Island and back, sucked down a large iced coffee, read a couple of chapters of my book, and made a ghetto-fabulous version of Ina’s French Country omelet (with fresh sage from the garden, what what) for Tom and his sister in the hope that K won’t report back to her mom about what a degenerate bastard I am.
The verdict?
I should get totally bughouse every night.
Spaz.
On Sunday night I had a fall (we won’t talk about how it happened).
This isn’t unusual (Great Subway Stairs Tumble of 2008, anyone?).
But I landed on my tailbone (actually, I landed on my ASS).
Hard (really hard).
The result?
I can’t sit (or stand).
Run (or walk).
Lay down (back or stomach).
Climb stairs (or bend over).
Or especially, ESPECIALLY sneeze or cough (unfortunate, since it’s allergy season).
Without some serious pain
(in the butt).
Taking the night off to watch some teevee. Send me love.
Would be a shame to miss New York in the Spring.
fighting my way onto the bus at 7am
beers and burritos at the South Street Seaport
long walks and girl talk
beet salad at DelMonico
Guys and Dolls with Lauren Graham
ER in my sister’s dorm room
tulips in the park
grocery shopping with my Dad
the 42nd Street shuttle
a truly glamorous spring scarf
endless cups of coffee
Brothers and Sisters and M&Ms with Sierra
“This is how I feel when I see pictures of Taylor Hanson with his children.”
a long lounge on the couch
lunch at Pershing Square and a ride on the Metro North
KFC (in our defense, we tried the grilled kind) and Idol with my mama
writing in a notebook at the kitchen table
Tom buying me a fifty-cent iced coffee
looooooong stretches
…….and home in the car with my boy.
Icy Blue Heart: Winter 2009, Part One
It’s officially spring in New England–no matter what the calendar says, it doesn’t count until I can run out for coffee in flip flops, and the buds start to burst out on all the trees. Before I dive head-first into it, though–and dive I certainly will–I wanted to take a second to remember some of the important moments from this winter. Here a few of my favorite photos from the last few months:
More to come!
Hudson River Line
My father always takes great pains, whenever he sees me, to remind me where I am from.
Thanks for a fantastic weekend, Riss. Also for taking me to Wal-Mart.
northern sky
three feet of new snow in Maine
an early morning wake-up from Leprechaun
a giant cup of coffee
warm snuggly socks
the view from the mountain
skiing to the bottom without wiping out
a long chat with someone new
a truly hilarious game of Kings
snuggling to keep warm
sitting and reading and watching it snow
February is not without its pleasures.