Saturday, 29 August 2009

Spending the day in New Orleans today.

oh New Orleans. I couldn't possibly love you more. The last time I was here was as a newlywed spending my first Valentine's day with a husband, as a wife, and still trying to wrap my head around those two weighty words.

What I remember from that last time: eating, eating, eating at Bayona, Nola's, jazz brunch at Commander's Palace, crepes for breakfast at a place called Petunia's. Drinking too much and laughing all the way to our creepy hotel room with no windows. Watching the drunk guy nod off into his beignet at Cafe du Monde. I still regard the dinner we had at Bayona to be like, well, an epiphany. This is what eating is all about. Walking everywhere. Holding hands.

We haven't been back since Katrina and I think our return visit is long overdue.

"Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
when that's where you left your heart?"

Photo by ang (3 Girls)

Friday, 28 August 2009

road trips are hardest on this guy.

our wanderlust definitely hasn't rubbed off on him.

Thursday, 27 August 2009

I get to take a cross-country road trip with this guy.

There is sure to be lots of singing. Inevitably a few tiffs. But lots of singing.

Wednesday, 26 August 2009

in Phoenix

if everything is on schedule we should be in Phoenix today. Seeing Fridad. Donna + kids. Fry Bread House, where meals come with a $10 off coupon for your next bypass. Kidding, but it should.
That is all I have on my (our) agenda.

Us in Sedona on New Year's Day 2007

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

an end.

Moving day is here, and it's inevitably a touch bittersweet. We are turning the page on this chapter. We're not just leaving California, we're leaving this nomadic way of life. Florida holds the hope, the possibility, of a real home, of --am I really saying this out loud?--settling down.

So yeah, this is the end of something that was pretty amazing.

p.s. sorry I've been such a sap lately. Cartman would surely say I have sand in my vagina :)

Monday, 24 August 2009

the last thing I'll ever make in this kitchen.

olive oil granola with dried apricots and pistachios. for the road. recipe here.

I've already sneaked in a few slurps and can happily say that I'm looking forward to tomorrow's breakfast. It's right up there with my other favorite granola recipe, there. Highly recommend adding butterscotch and chocolate chips to that one, tho.

Saying goodbye to Napa

So it's just about here, once again we find ourselves with tons of stuff ready to load up in our car, in the cargo carrier, and the beasties are all hiding in their bizarre places because by now they know all too well what this means.

Bye, Napa. You were so great to us that we decided to stay another 7 months because we were having way too much fun. This was where we discovered that wine is a hell of a lot more than just the Riunite crap in the jug. Where we took up a new hobby called wine tasting and would spend entire weekends in our car with a winery map, jug of water, and some bread. Where together we clicked on the final 'send payment' icon to end(!) our(!) debt(!) that had been looming and growing in the shadows since we got married. Where I learned that there are bad jobs and then there are bad jobs. And good ones too. Where we had good friends we could count on when things got gritty. And where friendships dissolved and left us bewildered, letting us down and increasing our need for family even more. Where I saw firsthand what it's like to be on the patient end of things instead of the healthcare staff perspective. Where I spent an entire day in December making batches of cookies after cookies after cookies, then wrapped them up and sent them to people I loved. Where I stood barefoot in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter, listening to my Dad tell me Roberto had died. Where I sat at the computer and confusingly blinked at Marmee's news that Polly had died, where I sobbed and sobbed knowing that I had let the chance to call her just to say that I loved her slip away. Where we had dinner outside our front door from time to time. Where I started to 'get excited and make things.' Where I watched Steve moan and cry and writhe from the worst pain of his life thus far and feel helpless knowing there wasn't a damn thing I could do to relieve it. Where for over a week I spent frenetic days waking up, running over to the hospital and staying with my husband until 10 pm when I would come home before doing it all over again. Where we practiced Thriller dancing every night in the living room 'till we got it nearly perfect. Where when some bubble of maternal instinct started to well up, I started knitting again. Where Steve called the French Laundry reservation line every morning from exactly 9:58 to approximately 10:45 for nearly one month straight until finally getting through. Where I blew off work one January morning in order to watch President Obama get inaugurated on tv. Where together we made the first Thanksgiving dinner since we've been married that didn't give us the runs. Where I walked into Pizzeria Azzurro last Halloween dressed as a skunk from head to toe. Where I spent entire nights uncontrollably scratching my legs, arms, neck, and face with what was my first and -please God--only case of poison oak. Where we drank a bottle of wine that cost me one hard day's paycheck in honor of my 30th birthday. And I would do it again. Where I laughed 'till tears rolled down my cheeks. Where I made birthday cakes for friends. Where I joined a gym for the first time and before I knew it was enjoying myself. Where I started to get used to these staggering views at every turn in the road, and sometimes even wasted precious time reading when I should have been looking out the window. Where we watched movies in bed with the laptop propped in between us, having to pause it every 20 minutes or so while it buffered. Where my sister told me Adam had just proposed to her while I was driving down Imola Avenue. Where we never bothered to buy a clothes hamper but in our arms would pile laundry up to our eyeballs, marching down to the laundry room dropping stray socks and underwear along the way. Where we got tired of living like gypsies and decided that maybe we could give it a go, living like other people in our age bracket do.


Sunday, 23 August 2009

I'm just sayin'

Last summer...

This summer...

Saturday, 22 August 2009

August: Osage County

If you're only going to see one live theater production this year (like us), let this be it. It's in San Francisco until September 6th. Click here.

It is brilliant. I was riveted from the moment it began and could have remained glued to my seat for another three hours, long drive home be damned.

Husband concurs. Although maybe not with the "another three hours" thing.

Friday, 21 August 2009

this weekend's bouquet

I'm trading in this weekend's fresh flowers fund money for a bouquet of pencils, found via black eiffel.
Napa County's first day of school was Wednesday. All day whenever I happened to drive by the local high school I kept seeing kids in their shiny new clothes (remember how agonizing it was picking out the 1st day of school outfit? or was that just me?) and would gulp down a quick thanks that my high school days are over. Thanks but no thanks. Despite having miles of more responsibilities now, life is much simpler these days.

I'll just capitalize on the cute back to school stuff--without the side of angst.

Thursday, 20 August 2009

The I Heart Steve project

I'll start by saying that birthdays away from family and your close friends are just a touch sad. I thought it would be nice to have our lovies felt and involved in Steve's birthday, in some way. But what way? That's how this whole thing was born.

Back in June I had mailed a letter and t-shirt to our families and close friends. The t-shirts, customized from zazzle, looked like this--

--and I begged asked everyone to take a picture with each of them wearing the shirt, and e-mail or mail the photos back to me. This also entailed me chasing a lot of Steve's hospital visitors--his friends and co-workers--down the hallway as they were leaving his room, bewildered by this crazy lady who was suddenly thrusting a t-shirt and camera in their face and saying just do it!

Marmee took a shirt with her to Italy and had our relatives do it, including Nonna, one of Steve's favorite people. There's one of Nonno walking with his quad cane and wearing the shirt, grinning from ear to ear. Both of lamb's pups and Leetzie Lee the evil cat had a picture taken. Our youngest nephew, nearly 2 1/2 years old, is crying in his picture but still looks too adorable for words with the shirt being held up to him by his dad. If there was one, Fridad's girlfriend Carol and my aunt Simona would both win a prize for 'sexiest rendition of the tee'. Hoodles just looks so darned pretty in his picture, as though he had been waiting all his life for me to come along and drape an I Heart Steve shirt on him. One of the nurses who cared for Steve is holding her pregnant baby bump with the shirt on. Tiara is acting goofy in her shot, just being her wonderfully silly self. I could go on and on. I really could. There's our downstairs neighbor, and Donna is waving with a huge smile, and Marmee has her head tilted in a way that makes me miss her even more, and the XXXL shirt absolutely swims on Katelyn, and...people brought their own personality to each picture (or maybe I'm just reading into it too much as I keep staring at them all).

As I got each photograph I started making the garland. Colorful quarters of fabric were bought and no two were alike. They were doubled over and cut down to size to border each 4 x 6 photo, then a running stitch was made approximately 1/2-inch down. This made an opening wide enough for baker's twine to be threaded through each fabric square and connect them all in one long garland. The photos were secured to the fabric with adhesive spray.

I actually
like the imperfectness of the garland -- it sort of has this Tibetan prayer flag look to it what with the frayed edges and bright colors. From the front you see all these fantastic pictures all with the recurring I heart Steve message...from the back it's just a riot of color. I loved how it turned out.

So. This was all a big fun secret. On Steve's birthday night I hung it up in our dinky apartment, let him come in, and what followed next makes me wish I had gotten around to reading my camera's manual to figure out how to work the movie component.

Steve: "Did you just get random people to put on a shirt that says I heart Steve?"

-the birthday boy walks closer.-

"Wait a second. Is that Keaton? What? Wait. Is this Adam?? Oh my God--no wait--is this MRS. ROLAND???

And then he pretty much lost it. It was awesome. We went down the length of the garland, looking at all of the pictures, belly-laughing at some, nearly tearing up at others. And all of my anxiousness that he'd be secretly wishing for an
iphone while half-regarding my homemade efforts flew out the window. We are keeping this forever. It is such a joy to realize you've got an incredible bunch of peeps in your corner of this sometimes-scary world. I'm grateful that they were willing to play along and join in on the fun. Indulge us. They are all too good.

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

itty-bitty photoshoot

or maybe I should have called this Ways I distract myself from packing.

since my first efforts with tabletop shooting crashed & burned I gave it another go yesterday with the Cyrus
treats. & here is my best shot (I totally feel like Tyra on America's Next Top Model saying that, too.)
all on manual settings--holla! still dark but the glass is half full now.

the behind-the-scenes of this one was mostly Hoodles trying to step on & sniff the "set" while Steve just sing-songed to Hoodes, "Isn't mommy silly?" Crouched on the floor with my bum in the air, squinting through the viewfinder...what's silly 'bout that?

& thank you, love, for letting me eat your share of the yummies. They were soooo mmmmm, especially the salted caramels and melty thing that tasted like a pat of butter mixed with a scoop of sugar. I had them scarfed down before you had a chance to realize the mistake you'd just made. But somebody has got to compensate for your lack of sweet tooth around here.

A last hurrah

Before we're about to leave a place, Steve and I have a totally irresponsible, no-holds-barred tradition of getting all dolled up and going to a last-hurrah dinner at some extravagant place. In San Francisco we went to Chez Panisse on this occasion. In Phoenix, Binkley's. In Anchorage, Marx Brothers'--

I should stop, I'm drooling.

Tonight was Cyrus. I sat there and watched my husband, who never ceases to amaze me, eat the following scrumptions which in the past he's claimed to dislike:

poached salmon
black truffles

and I continued to watch, grinning, as he took bits of bread and sopped up the ragout--
facendo la scarpetta--because he loved it so.

We got treats, too, (salted caramels, brownies, sables) for the ride home, which I'm carefully coveting until...tomorrow? Maybe. What fun.

image by !Just In Time!

Saturday, 15 August 2009

Steve's 'diorama' picnic, in honor of ferragosto*

introducing the newest picnicking tool in our arsenal, inspired from black eiffel via design*sponge.

One of Steve's favorite places is the backdrop.

And some treats from our Thursday in the city:

On the bread is nduja from Boccalone, spreadable spicy salami. I have just discovered it and my life may never be the same.
Bacon-caramel popcorn from Cane Rosso at the ferry building.
I would have added the toffee chip cookies from Anthony's but those have been gobbled up and washed down with milk. yum.
I will miss our foodie adventures 'round these parts.

*happy ferragosto...the day when every single Italian flocks to either the beach or the mountain, picnics in tow.

p.s. sorry for the blursome pics...Nicole said to get the hizz off auto mode in so many words and I'm trying to learn manual settings.

Friday, 14 August 2009


For a good laugh: here are Nicole's shots from the tabletop photography course at Art Weekend. Here's my best shot from the class:

My shadows in contrast to her clean white background makes me cringe.
I am aware that I was in well over my head. But I'm trying.

& one more, behind the scenes:

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

highs and lows today


Kidnapping husband tonight to drive him over to the fairgrounds. Napa's fair started tonight! And while he's still not feeling up for doing stuff like that (loud noise/movement), it was romantic just sitting in the car with the windows rolled down, listening to the distant sounds and watching the ferris wheel make its comforting rotations.


Deliberately not answering my cell because the caller id showed it as 'unavailable' - when I checked my voicemail it was Marmousch calling from Italy. And it's not like I can just call her right back; she doesn't have skype access right now. I was so mad at myself.

photo by Batikart

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

a homemade card (and a stab at drawing)

to preface, I want to say I am NOT an artist. I knew this even when I was waaaay little, when on Tuesdays we'd have to march into Mrs. Yarick's art class and I'd have to trudge through another project where mine was one of the craptastic ones, certainly not one of the "examples" that she'd hold up halfway through class to lavish praises upon. Little 6-year-old me would sit there like what the freak?! how am I supposed to do that?

but Steve's birthday was all about the homemade lovins so that included the card. I was inspired by this incredible video which makes me cry every. time. I watch it. And if I'm in the right mood, it makes me do the sobbing-and-shaking kind of crying. I love love LOVE this video. I want to marry and have lots of babies with this video. then I saw what incredible Rubyellen from My Cakies did here and was doubly inspired.

making pop-up cards are fun.

ha! you're going to watch this video, see my card, and think it was very very
very loosely inspired by the video. But again, I'm no artist.

here goes nothing.

A few things--

it's Steve because the left leg is hyperextended and the right one is slightly bent.
he does that.
and check out the tat on his right tricep. and he's all about the baseball caps.

it's me because I'm freaking short. It's okay tho, dynamite comes in the tiniest of packages. but I'm not bowlegged. Not that there would be anything wrong with it if I were :) legs are hard to draw, yo.

those are the tiniest of brads on our elbows so you can 'make' the two of us hold hands.

p.s. I'm thinking an entire pop-up children's book is in the works for future weiblets.

p.p.s. most importantly, the birthday boy loved it. his reaction was perfect.

Monday, 10 August 2009

His birthday weekend

bubbles to start it all off at Robert Hunter

one last pilgrimage to Pride

pb & j cupcakes, paired with bella's late harvest zin

reconnecting with old friends who were there all along

Whole Foods party platters that are grossly overpriced-- but their tandoori chicken with peanut sauce has still
got it

surprise garlands

silly string gone awry

playing with a pup

wanting a pup

nectarine sorbet

orange and yellow dahlias sitting on our counter in different bud vases and mason jars

as Steve puts it, a
diorama picnic. then he thanks me for giving me the opportunity to say diorama for the first time since first grade.

driving with our rear hatch wide open

38 candles on the peanut butter cake

debating whether or not to tell the sweet and ancient winery owner that his fly was down

midnight moon cheese

my summer playlist on repeat -- lots from The Gap Band, Grease, Chicago, and MJ

too many iced coffees (must stop)

hoodles discovering his love of anchovies

some of Steve's favorite wines

a homemade card

38 reasons why I love you, in written format

my new bikini: yellow stripes on top, brown ones on the bottom

honoring Steve's request - 'just us'

but still having his friends and family there in a special way (more on that later)

another of Steve's requests: a steak dinner

boot camp

a blanket-fort-turned-spaceship

hawaiian shaved ice dripping everywhere between two nerds on a bench

I love this man. I can't remember a time in my life when early August wasn't this special.

Friday, 7 August 2009

38 things I love about this man I call Husband

1. you are not embarrassed to do our blow-kisses-and-catch-them thing in public, even if it means doing it in front of your co-workers when I drop you off at the hospital.
2. your chortle. (not to be confused with a chuckle, although yours is very adorable too.) this is guttural, short-lasting, and contagious.
3. your delayed reaction to things we do or eat or see..."remember that pasta you made last week? I can't stop thinking about it!" or "The hike we went on last month was the best we've ever done in California." your reactions are always worth the wait.
4. you wake up happy. 'nuff said.
5. how at any time of night I can say I love you and somehow you find the ability to swim up from your deep sleep to mumble I mmmmloversmmmyouuuu mumble mumble.
6. how you can expound on any sports trivia with anyone, anytime--and the twinkle in your eyes as you do it.
7. you let me pick at your ears like a mama gorilla when I see little flakes in the lobes. even though you whine and give me the Moooooooooooom, stop! bit the whole time.
8. speaking of gross, you let me peel your sunburnt skin because you know I get a thrill from pulling up a big, intact piece.
9. you're always self-professed "ready" to go somewhere even if obviously not. You can be standing there half-dressed and I'll be nagging you that we're late, and your answer is still, "I'm ready!" I do find that endearing (when we're out of those harried moments).
10. how you will dance just to put a smile on my face.
11. the way your feet have to be sticking out from under the comforter when you sleep.
12. the way you need a huggy pillow when you sleep, with one arm thrown across me.
13. the way you chew the insides of your mouth when you are deep in thought.
14. the way you hyperextend one knee, slightly crook the other one, and shift your hips to one side when standing still.
15. the way you are so patient and good to me, even when I am a monster.
16. how I can look across a room at you and you'll subtly and quickly squeeze your eyes shut for a split second--just to gently remind me that I'm loved.
17. you are so good at being assertive. you are downright brazen sometimes and I love that. I'm starting to follow your lead...slowly, but surely.
18. your snores alternating with sighs alternating with, sometimes, whistles(!). I wish I didn't need sleep so I could listen to that cacophony all night.
19. your excitement over man-caves, gnomes, poo chambers, baseball, restaurants, and wine.
20. the fervor and excitement oozing from you when explaining a great trade, RBI, ERA, or some other foreign abbreviation to me in regards to your fantasy baseball leagues (to everyone else: yes that's leagues as in more than one, aren't I lucky?!), as if I have any idea what on God's green Earth you are talking about...for the record I know it stands for Runs Batted In and Earned Run Average...Pook, aren't you proud?
21. your complete honesty
22. your loyalty
23. you are up for anything--from tweed rides to bungee jumping to city scavenger hunts to group dancing at subway stations. when we went rafting on the Colorado you told the group that the reason why you were there was, "I want to be where my wife is. And she wants to do this, so here I am."
24. your love of all animals, especially ours. you even find something good to say about Tasha, the husky who bit the lapdog's eye off.
25. you are without a doubt the funniest person I've ever met.
26. I turn into a puddle at just the thought of you as a little boy: navigating through the streets on your paper route, spending the entirety of your manure-shoveling paycheck on candy, and building a soapbox car alone. (the last one really does make me cry. someday we will build a soapbox car together.)
27. the way you get mildly frustrated when you say watch my back whenever backing up the car, and instead I'll stare only at your arse. i'll watch your back all right :)
28. you never forget our private jokes. give that kid a firepiece. eeeeeeemaaaa. four wives! errrr, switch?
29. you do the best kermit voice. i can't wait to hear you sing rainbow connection to our kids someday.
30. you are so good-natured. Speaking of future kiddos, I really really really hope they have your temperament.
31. your strong work ethic. you put yourself through nursing school while holding down three jobs. no one can ever accuse you of being born with a silver spoon in hand, yet you rose above everything.
32. you are so easy on the eyes.
33. the way you butcher that famous 8-note whistling tune from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. Writing this I'm smiling just thinking about it.
34. your strong sense of politics. well, I love your politics 95% of the time.
35. I love that you served our country and once drove from Arizona to Washington just to thank a complete stranger who wrote you letters when you were deployed.
36. your strong moral compass. I can't even get you to sneak into a movie with me.
37. you don't procrastinate. when buying something that needs to be assembled, it gets done that day. (I wish that quality would start rubbing off on me.)
38. you are stubborn, but not that stubborn...after all, I did finally get you to come around and agree to a date. with me. and now look.

happy birthday, amazing man. it's such an honor and still a thrill to say i'm yours. I love you.

Thursday, 6 August 2009

tomorrow is all about Steve.

busy today, getting ready to start celebrating!

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

i want OUT of apartments!

no more carpet. no more absentee washer/dryer. no more refrigerator whose door doesn't stay open on its own. no more linoleum or pressed wood. no more shared walls. no more bedroom window looking directly onto neighbor's front door (they've accidentally gotten an eyeful of me no less than 10 times!).


if these were my apartment buildings, I don't think I would complain. Oh Italy, you have a way of making everything look so charming.

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

"Our" wine list

Steve and I joke about the restaurant we'll open someday. We disagree on whether or not each table will be enshrouded by curtains (his idea) and whether there will be only outdoor seating (mine), but on wines? Wines we see more or less eye to eye on. We've compiled a little list of our favorite wines which will be The Definitive Wine List at Our Restaurant. And since I have no, nada, zip desire to actually ever open a restaurant, maybe this list would be better entitled Wines to Cellar (someday). It's very possible that a lot of these vintages are no longer available, but it's still a good reflection of our favorite spots. Note the 100% California bias on this list. We heart California wine--and we've been lucky ducks to live in the backyard of these places for the last year. That, and we're pretty clueless about Italian, French or the other big players in the wine industry :) something we hope to remedy in the future, trip by trip.

One more thing...a lot of times we liked what was poured for us at a tasting and would purchase a bottle, only to find a few weeks/months (months? ha! not likely) later that it wasn't as special as we remembered from that day. This list are the ones that were as special, or even exceeded our expectations. But please oh please, don't take this as any kind of pretentious opinion--we're not the type of peeps who sit there analyzing and whispering about hints of bramblebush and clove (I actually sat next to a foursome doing this once--I don't even know what bramblebush is, much less what it smells like...!). This is just what we like, nothing more.

...& undoubtedly I would recommend all of these for wine tasting in the Napa or Sonoma or Anderson Valleys. All of them do a bang up job and you will leave happy.

Clos de Val - 1996 Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon. *Go on weekends for the reserve tasting.

Cosentino - Secret Clone. Trust me, worth the separate tasting fee.

Pride Mountain Vineyards - 2005 Merlot. Pride is one of those wineries we can't get enough of. All of their swill is super yummy.

Patz & Hall - 2006 Jenkins Ranch Pinot Noir

Hartford Court - 2006 Stone Cote Vineyard Chardonnay

Smith-Madrone - 2007 Napa Valley Riesling

Hartford - 2006 Russian River Valley Zinfandel

Cain - 2004 Cain Concept 'The Benchland'

Roederer Estate - Anderson Valley Brut Rose (sparkling)

Tin Barn - 2004 Sonoma Coast Syrah

Toulouse - 2006 Anderson Valley Pinot Noir

Viader - 2002 "V" Red Table wine, Napa Valley (blend of Petit Verdot, Cabernet Sauvignon,
Cabernet Franc)

Smith-Madrone - 2007 Chardonnay

Bella - 2006 Two Patch Zinfandel, Alexander Valley

Bella - Late Harvest Zinfandel

Hartford - 2006 Highwire Vineyard Zinfandel, Russian River Valley

Chapellet - 2007 Napa Valley Chardonnay

Failla - 2006 Hirsch Vineyard Pinot Noir, Sonoma Coast

Pride Mountain Vineyards - 2006 Cabernet Sauvignon

Ridge - 2006 Lytton Springs Vineyard Zinfandel

Rochioli - 2007 Chardonnay, Russian River Valley

Viader - 2004 Napa Valley Syrah

Hartwell - 2004 Estate Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon, NV Stags Leap District

Quivira - 2006 Dry Creek Valley Zinfandel (great value)

Olabisi - 2005 Suisun Valley Syrah (great value)

Olabisi - 2007 Carneros Chardonnay (great value)

Dutton Goldfield - 2006 Dutton Ranch/Sanchietti Vineyard Pinot Noir, Russian River Valley

Nickel & Nickel - 2006 Harris Vineyard Merlot, Oakville, Napa Valley

Merry Edwards - 2007 Russian River Valley Pinot Noir

Merry Edwards - 2008 Russian River Valley Sauvignon Blanc

Prager Port Works- it's not a day of wine tasting without a stop at the Prager brothers' dark & $1-lined place! All their ports are wonderful but we keep going back to the Tomas. Chocolatey perfection.

Paul Hobbs - 2005 Cabernet Sauvignon, Beckstoffer To Kalon Vineyard, Oakville, NV (decidedly not a value-priced bottle but it's knee-buckling unbelievably incredible).

Monday, 3 August 2009

the time I licked a glacier.


getting ready

We bought our backpack for the Africa trip yesterday. Our North Face knock-offs from Vietnam had completely split, and our original packs are just way too cumbersome. So my inner minimalista is coming out. My goal is two pants, three tops, and a sundress.

We've also booked flights from Florida to Rome (anyone know of any wonderful restaurants in Philly during our 8-hour layover?), Rome to Nairobi, and Rwanda back to Rome. Still have to book a few inter-Africa and domestic flights.

It looks like this is really and truly happening. Dear life, thank you for being so good to me.

Sunday, 2 August 2009

Images from a Sunday drive


by the time you're through, we'll be en route to another state some 2,900 miles away. You are our countdown month, as the clock winds down to a wedding,
to a dream trip,
to a big move,
to an end
and a beginning.