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Thirteen days. You can do a lot in thirteen days. You can lose a two or three pounds, you can get pregnant, you can drive through more states than I can think of. You can run miles upon miles. Thirteen days can hold so many promises, so many secrets, so much love. Thirteen days can seem to drag on forever--or pass by so quickly that you barely felt the hours fade into one and other. Our estimate of when my husband will return from Iraq is thirteen days. Thirteen days seems like it's right around the corner.
I thought I’d explore moving in a confined space. I had the sense that I was inside of a box, but then _broke out of it.
Tonight was fabulous...I think! The boys and I made the most delicious fruit smoothies, grabbed our sweatshirts and flashlights, and headed for an evening walk on the beach. We arrived at dusk--the cool evening air sent my hair whipping across my face, and the boys did the "watch me fly away" dance that children do, with their arms out at their sides and their faces turned toward the sky. Waves slapped against the shore as we made our way across a hill of rocks to the point, where a sole red light blinked on a metal tower twenty feet above our heads.
I never had the oppertunity to talk about my pet's special personalities, because every one of them is so unique and special (: Now that Gizmo the sphynx kitten arrived, the personality of 3 of my animal pets - my dog, Pizza, my c**katiel, Chooch, and Gizmo himself are resurfaced.
This dance was longer, but I try to keep the videos relatively short. I found myself dancing what felt ceremonial or ritualistic. I liked moving with great attention to details.
Bonfire (n): A large fire built outdoors, as for signaling or in celebration of an event.
That's the online definition of bonfire. My definition varies slightly:
Bonfire (n): A large fire built outdoors as an excuse for a gathering of friends.
Today was beautiful here on Cape Cod, 90 degrees with a light breeze. The boys and I rented kayaks and sea cycles (I had no idea there were such things!) and gave our muscles a workout. Jess and I decided that it was time to figure out how we could convince our family that moving to the Cape full-time was a smart thing to do. Our best argument is that the quality of life would be much more active on Cape Cod than in Maryland. The humidity in Maryland makes it difficult to breathe, much less be very active.
I love this new little red dress I found at the good-will store in Burbank (must be the best thrift store ever!). It makes me want to dance and be silly....so I got Mark in on the act with me and we had a good time playing with this one.
