Many Splendored

I’ve been on a wee trip to see one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met.  We’re so smitten with each other it’s almost unreal.  We do the long distance thing with great flair and this time I got the opportunity to go see him.  The weather leading up to my 5 days there wasn’t looking good, but the clouds parted and we were graced with nice sunny weather.  We had an altogether fantastic time and only hit a few pot holes along the way.  We brushed ourselves off and kept on chugging and taking really nice care of each other.

We don’t have to be on the go and doing anything flashy in order to have a fabulous time together.  We enjoy simple things like… talking to each other… reading… walks… cooking yummy food at home… and just looking at each other and being all love sick.  Yeah, smitten.  We also like experiencing new things together and pushing the boundaries of our respective comfort zones.

We did do a few things… went to see a comedian (and almost peed ourselves laughing)… shot off a rocket with his kids (see below)… went on the paddle boats at a local park (and wanted to jump in the water it was SO hot)… went to a shooting range and shot a 9mm.  Yeah.  Haven’t done that… ever… and haven’t shot any gun in over 20 years.  I did pretty well too.  I put my target up at my desk at work when I got back on Monday and, if you know what I do for work, you’d know how amusing that is.  Great way to blow off some steam if you’re ever interested.

One of the best shots of this weekend…



Nods head…

Food and Birth

Djuuuur, djuuur

Do you know that that is?  That is the sound of Bub helping the Bean fix a ‘hole’ in their bunkbeds (a knot in the wood).  Both of them wet from showers, one in pajamas, one rejecting clothing (can you guess which?).  She requested his assistance, the bucket of plastic “tools” between her legs.  She had the “scissors” which her brother informered her were actually flat nose pliers.  He picked up the screw driver, making that noise, pretending to fix the hole for her.  I looked on in amazement.  I wanted bedtime to happen, we were in a groove, and they’d taken a detour, but I just could not bring myself to divert them back to our routine.  In that moment, in my awe, there was just nothing else in the world more important.

Change of Plans

I finished New Moon today while lolling on the beach soaking up a couple hours of the late afternoon sun.  Are you aware that we have lost 36 minutes of daylight this month?  Tick off about 2 minutes each day.  Summer is slipping right through our fingers people.  Sigh.

I decided to read this one when my friend and I decided we would read HP6 together, then go see the movie together.  Trouble is I was already on chapter 13 when we decided this.  So I stopped and picked up Banana’s very tattered copy of New Moon.  And then I ate it for lunch.  And my friend… on chapter 7.  Tap, tap, tap.  I scanned the bookshelf for something else to read while I wait for my mom to finish Eclipse and my friend to catch up.  And so I’ve started The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night.  Brilliant thus far.  Can’t believe it took me this long to read it, my sister lent it to me probably two years ago.  Better late than never.

What are you reading this summer?

Summer Reading

Last week I got on the train, late of course, and read this book.  I don’t know why it took my so long to get to it, but I suppose I’ve always been one of those folks to either be at the very beginning of a trend (like, before it’s a trend) or find myself at the tail end of things.  I sometimes find myself following along with the pack, but not so often.

The good thing about getting into Twilight now is that my 12 year old niece, Banana, has all 4 books so there is no waiting.  Instant gratification.  Though, after sinking my teeth in and devouring Twilight, I have put New Moon on the back burner just for a bit while I read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, again.  I’d like to see the movie, but really want to read the book again before I do.  Having read through all the books in succession each time a new one comes out, I’ve only read this one 2 other times thus far so I’m having a lot of “oh yeah” and “I’d forgotten about that” moments.  When I’m done, I’m not sure which draw will be stronger… that to read New Moon, or that to read The Deathly Hallows again.  I have a prediction.

My impressions of Twilight… great story line, really.  I read on her website how she came up with the idea for the first book and I think it’s brilliant that she not only wrote down her dream, but listened to the pull to write about it, to expand on it.  As a writer, it’s sometimes hard to listen to that voice that’s often screaming ideas, lines, poems into your head.  Kuddos to Stephenie Meyer.   I felt her writing was stronger in the second half of the book and I look forward to seeing her develop as a writer through the series.  I felt that J. K. Rowling evolved through the Harry Potter series and the difference between books 1 and 7 is significant.  I’m not being critical, more like a spectator watching with great interest and revery at how someone plays a sport that I love to play myself.

The best thing about reading Twilight and again, The Half-Blood Prince, is it has given me a little boost in my writing energy and a reminder to listen to the ideas that dance in, and out, of my head.

Anyone living in New England has pretty much had enough of the rain.  That would include me.  I’m not officially complaining, because I understand how important all this water is to our ecosystem, but I do miss making my own Vitamin D.  The month of rain has, however, made me much more deeply appreciative of the sun we’ve had the last two weekends.  I was particularly appreciative while sitting out on a jetty yesterday, a lighthouse at my back, listening to the waves lapping the bulky rocks, the ocean air cooling my skin, leaning my head on the warm cotton covered shoulder of my companion.  I couldn’t have asked for a better day.

My radio silence has little to do with the weather.  I’ve been busy doing other stuff, though not crafting much so I have little to show for it.

I started a project for this baby…

The kids tested out the ocean…

We breathed in the purifying salty air…

She chilled on the rocks in momma-made pants and hand me down Docs from the niece…

And spent a lot of time just enjoying the view and the company…


My sister’s is the first of a few coming up quickly.  Last night was dinner with her, her partner and the Banana, as well as me and my two monkeys. Much sushi was eaten and we all left quite happily stuffed.

I decided that Amy Karol’s Charming Handbag was perfect for my sister who is equally as sassy as this bag.  I love that it works up in a snap but is really classy and sharp.  Of course, I didn’t have a gift bag, so between work and dinner, I hammered one out in similar fashion to the Artsy Clutch.

(pretend you don’t see the wrinkles, the iron didn’t even cross my mind)


No peeking…

How charming!

Happy Birthday little sister… I hope this coming year brings you all the joy and happiness that you so deserve.