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Labor Day 2011

Words coming eventually…

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This Summer I Went Swimming

How do I upload a freakin’ slideshow? Here are the pictures though, my favorite from the whole trip!

 

And now:trip by the numbers

Books read: 17

Average hours/day at the beach: 5-6

Hours swimming/treading water/discussing sharks in the water per day: 1.5

Percentage of games of Egyptian Ratscrew won by my cousin Billy, he of the freakish pattern recognition: 97

Length of our one Settlers of Catan game, in hours: 2.5

Number of ice cream flavors I tried: 8+

Number of relatives I talked to for more than 30 seconds: 16

Number of hugs I received from a woman I didn’t realize I knew until a few minutes later: 1

Number of awards my dog won: 1 (Best Trick)

Number of awards my dog should have won: 3 (Best Trick, Best in Category, Best in Show)

Number of rainy days: 3ish

Number of movies I took my not yet 13 y.o. cousin to that turned out to be waaaay raunchier than I thought: 1 (Change Up)

Number of overly raunchy movies his parents let him see that allowed me to feel less guilty about that choice: 2343

Shark Weeks watched: 5

Number of unplanned side-of-I 95 stops we made on the way home: 2

Number of those stops that were needed because a bike was starting to slip off: 1

Number needed because the dog was freaking.out: 1

Number of accidental detours made: 1, through the Bronx

Lowest personal safety rating in that area, according to N’s iPhone ap: 5% (/100)

 

Fun had: priceless (um….does that work in this context? Probably not…)

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Postcards from Needham

I am currently sitting in a very comfortable chair watching (500) Days of Summer with my lovely cousin Sarah. We just went out adn got frozen custard with hot fudge (Sars: “this fudge ain’t no Hersheys!”) and now we are chillin. Like villains. Or something.

On the way from Milford to Needham I ended up stopping in Mystic, CT, to visit Mystic Seaport. I hadn’t been since my mom took me, my sister and my grandfather when I was around 11 or 12. At the time he was not too far away from dying and had definitely entered the Grumpy Old Man stage of his existence. But at Mystic he lit up. He and I walked along–I vaguely remember the visit and how animated he was, before he crashed. He was related to the guy whose whaling ship has the most prominent place, Charles W. Morgan (my name was nearly Morgan, after that guy: although I recognize that given the time period it is not black and white, I am glad not to be named for a whaler).

This time Zoe and I enjoyed wandering around looking at the boats. She has assorted fears, including but not limited to enclosed spaces, metal grates/plates on sidewalks, stairs without backs, and floors that may possibly be even remotely slippery. Thus although I persuaded her to go into one ship she was having none of exploring the Morgan, since the stairs were high up AND backless. But I did get to poke around in ole old ship, and there was a great see-the-bones-of-a-ship exhibit. And OK, I didn’t actually get to LOOK in the bones, but I saw some of it. We also saw a lot of yachts. I asked Zoe why I do not own a yacht, and she was unable to provide a satisfactory answer.

We had a lovely lunch and then walked around a bit more before hopping back in the car. My audiobook for this adventure was “Heads You Lose” by Lisa Lutz and David Heyman. They are exes who collaborated, each writing a chapter with no planning ahead.It is amusing and interesting and I really like the Spellman books, which Lutz wrote, but I must say that in the between-chapter notes, written by each of them, Lutz comes across to me as a controlling, arrogant bitch. This surprised me a great deal. Heyman doesn’t always come across as nice all the time either, but he annoyed me a lot less.

That said, it’s a fun listen–with the exception of the fact that nobody ever just SAYS anything, they REPLY or ASK or etc and it makes me nuts.

Anyway.

Photos from Mystic!

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My Dog Is Weird

Right after I stopped filming I had to reassure with an “all done!” which is what we say after bathing her or letting the vet examine her. This girl ain’t looking for any new love. Zoe, will you be my valentine?


The Blessing of the Animals

Among my favorite of all the church services every year. Thank goodness for our animals. And for beautiful, crisp autumn days.

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In The Woods on A Rainy Autumn Day

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The Other Use For Trampolines

I like to read.

I like to be outside.

I like to lie around.

I like to hang around with the puppy.

I like to stare at the sky.

Guess what marries all of those things?

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