Sunday, August 31, 2008

Bathing in the Day

I know this post is essentially a reprise on yesterday's, but may I just register my gratitude for laptops & wireless internet technology? It's a gorgeous, sunny, windy day and I am currently sitting on the screen porch, drinking a glass of white wine, listening to Sonny Boy Williamson on, and blogging on my other blog, Museophilia.

Remember when "using the computer" meant holing up in a study or den all day? ;)

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Ahhh . . .

You have to love a morning in which the biggest decision you have to make is whether to stay on the porch, checking email & drinking coffee or walk down to the beach to take the kayak out for a spin.

UPDATE: I am inherently lazy, so I chose the first option. ;)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

(Not) Moving (for Once)

If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you'd know that moving is something with which I have loads of experience. And despite the fact that I just moved into this apartment mere months ago, I was thinking about moving out recently.

It's not that I don't like my roommate - I do - or the apartment - also do. It was mainly because the GSBB & I had talked about living together. However, she's ended up moving in with The Mechanic's Older Sister (who needs a new nickname, as I haven't seen him for months).

So then I thought about getting a studio apartment somewhere in P'mouth, since I had moving on the brain. I searched for places on Craigslist, looked at a couple, and generally grew frustrated with the options.

Then, one evening, I was standing just inside my screen door while my dinner cooked, savoring a beer & gazing across the vacant lot to the mill pond . . . and it hit me that it would be massively silly to leave this place. It's close to downtown, it's affordable, all of my things are already here, and I can see (a little bit of) water from my front door!

So I'm here. I plan to sign a new lease for 8/08 to 8/09 and stick around for awhile. That is, unless I get the moving bug again . . .

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

I am a Bloody Idiot

I really am. For awhile now, I've been planning to migrate all of the posts from my old blog, Enigmatic Snippets, over here. However, in a fit of "social network downsizing," I canceled my Friendster account, to which that blog was linked. So now, typing the address of "baby's first blog" yields the following . . .

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Sunday, August 24, 2008

To all the boys who don't call you back:

Haha, love this. Am not having that problem at the moment, but it's so fitting for boys who drop off the face of the earth.

It reminds me of the message Harry leaves on Sally's machine when they're fighting (in "When Harry met Sally," obviously).
"If you're there please pick up the phone, I really want to talk to you. The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe that you're a) not at home, b) home, but don't want to talk to me, or c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy. If it's either a) or c) call me back."

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Photos from Last Weekend

Also known as, "my nephews are seriously cute. Oh, and there was some hail, too."

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Good Advice

While it's on my mind, I wanted to share a line from my friend's sister's wedding service.

"May you grow in grace as you advance in years."

It's a lovely sentiment & if we all are able, something to shoot for.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Vacation Photos

Here's a sampling of my favorites. The full set lives here. Enjoy!

Other fishing boats following us back to the wharf at twilight

Small stone in the Murray River pioneer cemetery

Our view, on a particularly rosy-hued evening

The site of my friend's sister's wedding ceremony

Our view, a few minutes before getting in the car & leaving it. :(

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Home again

My poor father. Every summer, as we drive home from PEI, my mother & I repeatedly ask him to "turn the car around! Never mind reality - we're going back to the cottage." :)

As you could probably tell, I was able to steal a little bit of wireless signal while on the Island, so I posted a few times last week. As always, my time there was lovely. I have about 160 pictures to sort through & will post them sometime this week. In the meantime, I leave you with a video of the area around our cottage, post-sunset, on Thursday evening!

Thursday, August 07, 2008


(The following is a vignette I wrote in a creative writing class in college. Since it's about my childhood on PEI, and has an accompanying photo, I thought it'd make a good post from vacation.)

I have a photograph that was taken when I was about four years old. In it, I was standing with my back to the camera, ankle-deep in a slightly overgrown farmyard. My feet and legs were bare, and I was wearing a light pink dress. My summer-blond hair was pulled back into an almost ridiculously short four-year old ponytail. About five feet in front of me stood a young Holstein calf. The calf was looking at me curiously, no doubt wondering why this young human was staring at her so intently. My nervous fingers were in my mouth, but I stood still and returned the calf's curious gaze.

The two of us stand frozen in time, regarding each other silently. It is mid-summer. The wheat in the field behind us stands ripe and golden. Beyond the wheat field, the sea beats a rhythm against the beach below the sandstone cliffs. In a few hours, summer night will come. The air will be warm and soft. Cars full of teenagers will drive by the old farm and turn down the beach road. Their coolers and bonfires will cover the beach. Years from now, I will be one of them.

But, for now, it is mid-summer. The calf is only a few months old. So am I.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Snippet from a Charlottetown Saturday Night

Here's the text (much abridged) of a conversation I had last night while out at a bar:

Guy @ Bar: Where are you from?

Me: Boston, but I'm on PEI every summer.

Guy: I work near Boston sometimes. blah blah blah.

Me: Oh, neat. blah blah blah.

Guy: You're really pretty.

Me: Um, thanks. Is that a wedding ring?

Guy: Yeah, can I buy you a beer?

Me: Um, I think it's past last call. Where's your wife?

Guy: Home in Ottawa. Want to dance?

Me: I just don’t feel comfortable dancing with a married man.

Guy: Just asking you to dance – not asking you to marry me.

Me: You couldn’t! You’re already married!

Me, to a friend ten minutes later: “When you’re getting hit on by married men, it’s time to go home.”