27 février 2005
Suzanne at Alligator Alley
Dad and Suzanne
Beach in Naples, FL
Mom and Uncle David
Stone Crabs in Naples
18 février 2005
palmalamadingdong
In Naples, Florida, of all places, for my 2-week vacation. Enjoying sun and warmth and, of course, parental love, but missing a sense of the 3 c's: culture, community, and cheese. Everything here seems to be built in the last 10 years, exept for the clientele, who are either mommies and daddies or grammies and papas. I appreciate the climate, but feel strangely transplanted (much like the tupées that grace the some of the foreheads around here).
I have gotten a few more freckles and have had a chance to work on my backhand. I've even completed a book (something of an accomplishment if you know my attention span and motivation level). And the week is still young. Tomorrow Mom's waking me up early to "hit the fleamarket" on its opening day. Should be interesting. Maybe we'll find something worth writing about...
I have gotten a few more freckles and have had a chance to work on my backhand. I've even completed a book (something of an accomplishment if you know my attention span and motivation level). And the week is still young. Tomorrow Mom's waking me up early to "hit the fleamarket" on its opening day. Should be interesting. Maybe we'll find something worth writing about...
08 février 2005
skiing fiasco
we went skiing on saturday and i thought i was going to die--not from falling down an ice-slicked mountain, but from a blow by the boyfriend who couldn't believe how much of a baby I am when it comes to life-threatening situations. When we got our skis on and started to get in line for the lift, I started freaking out because I hadn't skiied in at least 10 years and I thought it would all come back to me, but it didn't. And to go skiing in the Alps when all you've really tackled is Wisconsin, well... it's a bit intimidating. So we went up the mountain, and my newfound fear of skiing grew mightier and mightier with each tug of the lift line above us. I knew there was only one way to get down and it wasn't going to be pretty. I will leave out the pathetic details of how I slowly made my way down each slope for dignity's sake. But I will say that I felt pretty silly each time a four-year old breezed past me while I inched my way down like a little old lady...
Gil was not playing the part of the sensitive nurturing teacher type. He was all about tough-love, which I wasn't having. Somehow, telling someone just to "go for it" when they're facing a 70 degree drop isn't that effective.
Gil was not playing the part of the sensitive nurturing teacher type. He was all about tough-love, which I wasn't having. Somehow, telling someone just to "go for it" when they're facing a 70 degree drop isn't that effective.
