Came home yesterday from my weekend up North to Port Washington, Wi. For as short a trip as it was - it felt like a vacation. The house sat on a bluff with an 80 step staircase down to a private beach. It was rainy all day Saturday and Sunday, but Friday was gorgeous. Warm and sunny. The sky was filled with dragonflies...so strange. Anyone know why that might have been? They were everywhere flying overhead. Emmett is especially cuddly these days and the perfect fit on my hip and on my lap. I can see how this might get tiresome for the momma's who are with their babies all day long, but it is GREAT for me. Some more peeks at the weekend:
::Getting ready for winter
::The house was on a bluff with a private beach...80 steps down these stairs...and of course 80 steps back up as well.
:: We have become bonafide beach bums this summer, spending time on beaches in 3 of 4 states surrounding Lake Michigan...now we just need to make it up to the UP and the Indiana Dunes!
Friday marked 2 months since mom died. It's a strange feeling - at once completely unbelievable and entirely real. The passage of time feels so unfair sometimes. I just want to yell out, "JUST WAIT A MINUTE! please..." There is healing with the passage of time, but what is unfair is that you are not allowed to go back and do it over once the healing has happened. (I don't know if Liz T. reads this blog, if so she may remember what this next bit is about) Liz and I spent the night a few summers ago in the midst of a strange and hilarious conversation that ended (or began) with my exclaiming (with clenched fist of course) "Fuck YOU, time travel!" This sentiment feels right to me tonight.
In other news of the weekend...I went to a lovely wedding of my blissfully happy friend John and his new bride Holly. Good times were had by all and I was honored to be there. And now they are in St. Lucia... and you and I are not. Dang.
