Month: August 2011

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a lot happened this year

Due to growing conversations where people mention they've 'only seen our bathroom', I want to keep you in the loopity-loop---our apartment does have other rooms, and they are sprouting more furniture each week. I’ve been in a bit of a photography slump of late, but photos will be soon. They will. What I wanted to talk about today was that we are getting fabulously close to our first anniversary (just under a week now). This year has been so jam-full of goodness together, and as the blog has bee…

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the eye of Irene

On Sunday morning, we drained the bathtub of the water we’d stored and looked out the windows to find nothing out of the ordinary. Puddles had shrunk and dogs were being taken out as usual. Irene’s little eye had watched us so meanly for thousands of miles that when she reached us, she couldn’t see anymore. Around 9am Sunday, her eye passed almost directly over our house, and didn't even wake us. I know my hometown is largely underwater right now, and while I give thanks for no power outage or f…

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oh messy life

You wouldn't know it from the pink skies of yesterday, but they say something is coming that will flood, destroy. We have been told we need to evacuate, and then told we don't. So we stay, with sandbags sitting outside our building, and pray. For those who are praying, thank you so much! (We're totally overwhelmed with how many people have asked about us!) On with my thoughts for today . . . He was sleeping happily last week, our poor little car when he was jolted awake in a 5 car smasheroo. We …

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Food? I'm home.

I have a jam of posts that I wrote a while ago and never finessed enough to post, so yet again, this is oldie goldie. It was a big step, but I just deleted the post I started weeks ago called "100 Things We'll Miss". It included the excuse to wear wellies to fancy restaurants. I'm finding change of every type happen around me, and slowly, I come along. Today, I'm finding things in New York to love each day. I wait 3 hours in the DMV, and a woman randomly offers to loan me some cash because she …

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the day we saw an avalanche

We were walking through a pasture of wildflowers when we were frozen by a harsh, crashing, rumble. A huge sheet of snow and ice skidded off a mountain thousands of feet above us. Walker shouted to me, Al, get it! I was holding the tiny lens and yelled back, over the roar, Why don't you get it? (His lens was bigger.) He yelled back, I can't. I have the ultrawide! All this happened in about 2 seconds, and I lifted the camera and bam. Caughtcha! (It was finishing, but you can see the streak in the …

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the nabe, babe

(Yet again, a post posted weeks after it was written. Someday my wheels will sink bank onto the right track.) The word 'cover letter' is starting to sound like 'get me out of here' today, so excuse my short-and-sweet post. It'll be like an espresso---only the good stuff and none of the fluff. I'm taking you on a walk around our neighborhood today, and likely will be for the rest of the time we're here. It doesn't show in the photos, but I've decided we live in the Ice Cream District. Organic. Mo…

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the vacation that ended a long time ago (maine 2011)

Maine has floated to the top of my brain along with the other beautiful places---Switzerland, Scotland, Tennessee. Tonight, it is happily crashing its waves against the feet of the Smokies. Its lobster boats are finding their way to Interlaken lake, and bouncing on the North Sea. I watch the memories of Maine merge with other beautiful memories, and smile that they live when they sink back into to our thoughts. Cadillac Mountain is the highest point on the East Coast, and we coil up it each year…

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our new west sands

is the Brooklyn Bridge. It's our place to walk. Like West Sands, I wish I hadn't brought the camera, and it is good to hold his hand. I've been thinking of letting go and how before we left Scotland was the hardest. I still annoy every stranger I meet by telling them we just moved from Scotland, which causes a crumb of interest that quickly flicks away. I'm realizing that letting go is more about deciding what to take in now. We left behind beauty that I loved to savour. We are finding it here,…