June 20, 2008
Mornings are my time to myself. I manage to sleep as late as 7:30 but no later. The girls are sleeping in John’s downstairs den and stay up late watching t.v. and movies.
We’ve decided to leave tomorrow instead of today, which means tomorrow we drive like hell straight through. We’ve found two Maine Coon kittens and they are coming home with us. Yes, I am out of my mind. I love Maine Coons and we made the mistake of going to a shelter yesterday. They are 12 weeks old and identical twins. And I am a sucker. So….home they come.
June 20, 2008 part 2
Definitely I need to be independently wealthy. We went to back to Bar Harbor today. I love it there. Maine does a great job at welcoming visitors without turning into Gatlinburg. We wandered down streets we did not visit on Tuesday; we went back to my favorite spot on the rocky shore. Paul and the girls dug through the rocks while I found a wonderful flat spot on the warm rocks and nestled myself into their warmth as the cool sea breeze blew over me. It is those moments when I could swear that I feel the presence of God beside me. The fog was much more intense today and you could not see the islands offshore.
I should go back to the kittens…what the hell?! This trip has been a weird one. I have found little nooks and crannies that sooth my soul. So I bring home these little guys and I have a piece of Maine with me. This great breed of cat that originated in the place I was born. They are so funny and so cute.
I finally found the setting for the ring Paul gave me. It’s good to me that I found it in one of my favorite places. It makes it …. I don’t know, it makes it more me and not somebody else’s idea of me. I like that when he gave it to me he said, “This is the ring I should have given you the first time. The stone is the foundation; I want you to pick out the setting.”
I think women should pick their own ring to be married in. I think the ring should say, “This thing is for me a symbol of beauty and harmony, this thing I wear everyday because it reminds me of someone I love.” Not, “I wear this ring each day because someone gave it to me and it would be wrong for me to not wear it.” I know very few women who would have actually picked the ring they wear.
June 24, 2008
The trip is over. Hannah has had her surgery and it was a lot more intense than I remember Kenzie’s. Then again, Kenzie has never really had the full opportunity to be indulged. I have missed my bad girls this whole trip but I have brought every one of them along. It seems I am no longer able to go anywhere without seeing the world through their eyes.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
June 18, 2008
We’ve been in Maine since Monday pretty early afternoon. We decided to head on up and spent some time in Freeport before heading in to Bangor and my uncle John’s place. We arrived to find my aunt Jo, her husband Rick and her kids Tyler and Carly already here, then my cousins Chris and Nick and my uncle Norman and his wife Pat exploded into the house within about 15 minutes of each other. It was wonderful – I could not believe that I could get my hands on them and hug them all I wanted. I was touched that they all showed up for me. I think somewhere I was afraid they would not have the connection to me that I feel for them. Regardless, we were together and noisy and I was on cloud five hundred fifty-three.
The weather has been rainy and cold and if McKenzie says one more time that she’s freezing we may beat her and tie her outside. McKenzie of course did NOT heed my warnings about New England not actually being warm during the month of June and only has shorts and t-shirts to wear. She did bring one pair of jeans, but after a few days those things really needed a wash.
Went up to Bar Harbor yesterday and climbed around one of my favorite spots on the coast. It’s rocky and windy and the view is amazing. It’s also the spot where I sat at about 7 or 8 months pregnant with McKenzie and the first spark of determination that my child would not have the experiences I did began to light. The girls loved climbing around the rocks and looking for sea life trapped in the pools in the rocks created when the tide went out. We found a small crab and some small fish but nothing too big.
We walked around Bar Harbor and I finally had my fix of Maine blueberry ice cream, my most favorite in the whole world. John picked up some mussels and Paul and I grabbed some cheese and bread and wine and we had a pretty light dinner and crashed early. Today we look for the place my uncle Frank is buried. He was the only person in my mother’s family that I was close to and I am very sorry that when he needed me I was not able to save him. Things happen the way they are supposed to I guess and there was some dynamic between he and Judy that I could do nothing about, but it was just tragic.
So today sober, but tonight family will come for dinner and I will see my grandparents and I will celebrate what I have.
We’ve been in Maine since Monday pretty early afternoon. We decided to head on up and spent some time in Freeport before heading in to Bangor and my uncle John’s place. We arrived to find my aunt Jo, her husband Rick and her kids Tyler and Carly already here, then my cousins Chris and Nick and my uncle Norman and his wife Pat exploded into the house within about 15 minutes of each other. It was wonderful – I could not believe that I could get my hands on them and hug them all I wanted. I was touched that they all showed up for me. I think somewhere I was afraid they would not have the connection to me that I feel for them. Regardless, we were together and noisy and I was on cloud five hundred fifty-three.
The weather has been rainy and cold and if McKenzie says one more time that she’s freezing we may beat her and tie her outside. McKenzie of course did NOT heed my warnings about New England not actually being warm during the month of June and only has shorts and t-shirts to wear. She did bring one pair of jeans, but after a few days those things really needed a wash.
Went up to Bar Harbor yesterday and climbed around one of my favorite spots on the coast. It’s rocky and windy and the view is amazing. It’s also the spot where I sat at about 7 or 8 months pregnant with McKenzie and the first spark of determination that my child would not have the experiences I did began to light. The girls loved climbing around the rocks and looking for sea life trapped in the pools in the rocks created when the tide went out. We found a small crab and some small fish but nothing too big.
We walked around Bar Harbor and I finally had my fix of Maine blueberry ice cream, my most favorite in the whole world. John picked up some mussels and Paul and I grabbed some cheese and bread and wine and we had a pretty light dinner and crashed early. Today we look for the place my uncle Frank is buried. He was the only person in my mother’s family that I was close to and I am very sorry that when he needed me I was not able to save him. Things happen the way they are supposed to I guess and there was some dynamic between he and Judy that I could do nothing about, but it was just tragic.
So today sober, but tonight family will come for dinner and I will see my grandparents and I will celebrate what I have.
July 6, 2008
Look, what I want to do is say, “wow…I’ve just been so busy that I haven’t had the chance to post pictures and some profound reflections. Instead, I’ll hang my head in shame and admit…… I forgot my damn password to post more entries. It’s not even that I forgot the freakin’ password, I suddenly became a technical moron.
Anyway….Boston pics, here are a few. I’m still shaky from my recent regression into technical incompetence so I’m taking it slow…..
Look, what I want to do is say, “wow…I’ve just been so busy that I haven’t had the chance to post pictures and some profound reflections. Instead, I’ll hang my head in shame and admit…… I forgot my damn password to post more entries. It’s not even that I forgot the freakin’ password, I suddenly became a technical moron.
Anyway….Boston pics, here are a few. I’m still shaky from my recent regression into technical incompetence so I’m taking it slow…..
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