Long mornings, hot coffee, cheese bagels. Shore strolls, hot saunas, quick dips. Naps, cocktail hours, stoned-wheat thins. Sitting in the sun, Robyn on repeat.
Back to reality but not even close.
so far so cozy
Return plans thwarted momentarily. Held pleasantly ashore by this supposed beast of Irene.
Gloomy skies, fog descended. Rainy soundtrack to my slumbers. Watching the trees sway to and fro through the skylight over my bed. A morning that seems to lack time or end.
Assuming my apartment back in Brooklyn doesn't float away, so content to be shipwrecked.
i heart nb
Bike rides and green smoothies. Kayaking on calm seas. Lobster rolls, afternoon swims. String beans and zucchini bread. Clams dug fresh, beer served cold.
Days so delightful I should almost feel guilty.
h.b.d.o.d
Someone extremely special is celebrating a birthday today!
And I am feeling so very fortunate to be able to actually share it (and ice cream, cake, and QT) with him.
King amongst men, champion of sustainable housing, pocket neighborhoods, and public transport. It doesn't get any better than this.
Attention men in my life, past, present, and potential: Know this! You aren't ever going to top my dear ol' d-a-d!
(No, seriously.)
Happiest happy birthday to you Dad!
Love you tons and tons and tons...
weary but welcomed
Ah, jet lagged delirium.
I awoke this morning with no idea where I was, what time zone I was in, whose bed, etc. It's strange to have left my Nordic lands. But I am in a good place, both physically and mentally.
My father and his wife have carved out quite a utopia here on the rocky shores of New Brunswick, Canada. A magnificent garden, five chickens, and I have already been in a kayak. What more could I ask for at this strange, transitory moment of my life?
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