rockport, ma. sept 13

halibut point, cape ann, ma. photo by d.

if you're coming from ohio, and worried about leaving your brethren back home, don't worry — rockport is chock full of ohioans (including a few of us, by birth... oddly enough). we saw the license plates first, followed by the natty dress rocked by ohio retirees (trust me, i can say this, because i know).

so, the nat-ster, m., and our friend, d., took a road trip up to halibut point state park, with a stop at a little cove along 127. the quarry at halibut looked really, really, familiar, but that could have just been a coincidence. then, we headed to rockport, to check out motif #1, eat lunch, and enjoy the lovely, non-walmarty commerce of bearksin neck. and eat ice cream.

rockport is a mere hop, skip, and a jump from boston, up route 1, and it's on the commuter rail line, so if we want to go back (which we do) and take our bikes (which we do), we can — without worrying about parking.

Peanut Butter... and Jelly

for me, it's hard to eat potato chips without craving a juicy orange after... analogy meaning, I like my salty and sweet together.

In the online video world, I guess my equivalent would be combining a debate on taking the veil on blogging heads tv with (what else?) Australia's Next Top Model on youtube. So, here's a taste of viewing, kim-style:




happy watching!

a spoonful of sugar

before I met m, there was a long list of (un)official guidelines I was looking for in a partner... you know the type, must have: a sense of humor, a sense of adventure, confidence. nothing set in stone, mind you, but another one was exhibited last night when she convinced me to pull out my cello and play a little. just for fun. I whined. I was agitated. But it was nice sitting in our slightly muggy little living room playing whatever she pulled out of my music bag. So, I guess, another one would be: must challenge me and push me to do what's good for me. like eating vegetables or something.

anyway, it's been awhile since I've taken photos of my cello (Charlie, yes he has a name), but I do have one of me cleaning up a little on the sailboat. enjoy.

frankie say reeelaaaxxx

been doing a little couch sitting (equals reading, watching movies, staring at the sunset through our front windows), a little walking around the neighborhood, a little cooking, a little staring out into space wondering if my tomato plants are going to grow a tomato or two. m keeps asking me if they're okay, by the way, which is not really so funny because i do tend to talk to my plants and give them words of encouragement. oooh frickin' salmonella won't stop me once those red fruits start popping out!

anyway, here's a little bit more reflection. patty griffin. trust me, you can take the extra two and a half minutes out of your day to take a listen.