October 2, 2010
Rain on the lid
Our view from inside the car this morning. We're headed to breakfast with Steve and then on to the Cartier-Bresson exhibit.
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October 2, 2010
Traffic. Grrrrr.
Stupid highway reconstruction.
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October 2, 2010
Stowaway
(No, this isn't the current Hoot on Duty. I imagine he's currently smashed under a sleeping child. We just broke one of his brethren out for a relaxing getaway.)
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October 1, 2010
The Corvette prevails!
Yippeeee! We're on our way!
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October 1, 2010
Off to Chicago!
Heading up to Chi-Town this weekend to see a photography exhibit. Just one more example of M’s unending support of my love of old photographer dudes. Good man, M.
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September 30, 2010
A peek at Newport
At some point, I may get around to processing images from my trips. In the meantime, here’s one from Rhode Island. I’m embarrassed to admit that I haven’t even dumped the CO shots from the camera to the computer yet. They’re just bangin’ around on my card, latent. Sometimes I worry, ridiculously, that it’ll leak pixels or something. I really need to get them at least moved over.
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September 29, 2010
A mother’s pride
Last night, my stomach wasn’t feeling so great. After making salads for the family dinner, I laid on the couch and groaned while M made ravioli. Then I shuffled to the table, ate a few ravioli, ignored the salad, and generally felt like crap. After awhile, I mentioned that the stomach was getting worse.
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September 27, 2010
Mother suckitude
“I need to go to bed early tonight. I’m so tired. And tired of being tired.”
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September 23, 2010
Current elevation: 574 feet
Home at last. I am tired. And so, so grateful. I’ve had an amazing two weeks, going from sea level one week to 11,000 feet above sea level (Estes Cone) the next. I’ve met tons of great people, gotten to know acquaintances better, and caught up with old friends. I’ve karaoked, hiked my butt off, ate amazing amounts of food so good it should be illegal, and indulged in French, Portuguese and Californian wine. And Newport beer. And the very best part of it all was rounding the corner from security at the airport tonight and hearing my little girl scream, “Mommy!” while running into my arms. I knew I missed her, but I couldn’t believe the overwhelming feelings of love and relief and home I felt when I scooped her up. I hadn’t planned on crying, but there I was, tears squeaking out as I hugged my girl hard.
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September 22, 2010
Good-bye, EP
Clouds rolling in as I'm rolling out. Perfect timing. Great time here, but I can't wait to get home.
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