Now That It's Nearly Over, Summer Has Finally Arrived

A few shots from the last week or so...

August

Late summer,
The cricket's high voltage hum
Grows louder.
A frantic sound that
Fills my head on toasted gold afternoons, while
The days hang deceptive, slow and languidly passing.

Perhaps they know of
The coming cold.
Desperate need to push out their song
Before folding wing and fading into the quiet,
The deathly stillness of the frozen woodpile.
The frost covered leaves.

Back From Paradise

Whoops. Apparently you CAN'T drive onto a sand dune with a Honda Accord...

Good morning spiders!

The water was warm, warm, warm!

This summer, the field across the road was planted with Canola.

Sweaty head hair.

Wonderful week on the island. Sunny and HOT...almost too hot a few times even. Thank goodness for the two or three trips to the beach every day! We did a little work - Justin finished the shingles on the guest cabin roof and installed pine tongue & groove walls in there too. We collected interesting pieces of driftwood and built a railing on our cabin's stairway, and the boys built a dog house for Captain out of our scrap pile. Mostly though, we just sat in the sand with frothy surf kissing our toes and RELAXED! Also made one million sand castles and ate WAY too many ice cream cones. Of course, more pictures at my flickr page...link in the list on the right!

Exit The Pox

We are done! Av is at the tail end of it, and my littlest will be scabby for awhile, but otherwise...no more pox EVER!!!! Three AM tomorrow should see us on the road, headed for a beach cabin week. Maybe it's summer in PEI, at least?! Hugs! -Emily

Clean Sweep

"Come walk with me, in forests of azure, pretty girly" was what he said to me, the night we finally spoke. Admittedly a perceptive and catchy pick-up line. It was the summer I was obsessed with The Doors, so of course it had to be fate, (or possibly my t-shirt, or the fact that I spent every camp mealtime sneaking soulful glances in his direction.) Dream Boy, with his salon-set dreadlocks, copy of Helter Skelter crammed into his back pocket and seemingly endless supply of pot, was in my eyes, equal parts crunchy, sophistication, and hip. He almost got me killed that summer, with his arrogant trespassing on mentally unsound, Vietnam vets abandoned sandpits, our illegal skinny dipping in reservoirs, midnight rides in stolen canoes down unfamiliar rivers, Beastie Boys concert where I was lost and repeatedly crushed by sweaty thugs in a mosh pit. Ah, memories. Things I've completely forgotten until today, thank goodness! I've spent the better part of the day cleaning the house. Really trying to get rid of crap. I came across so many boxes of letters, journals, scrapbooks, manuscripts, photos, poems, and sketches, and am attempting to ditch the actual trash...which is truly, a pretty hefty percentage. I mean, do I really need a butterfly made out of a broken guitar string and some boy's hair? Or three hundred magazine clippings on The Cure? How about a collage of Starburst wrappers? Piles of junior high lab reports with great covers, but not-so-great content? Lists of possible names for future pets and children (in that order)? Some things, I'll certainly keep. Sweet things, nostalgic things, things that had meaning...but out go the random bottle tops, movie tickets and horoscopes that are taking up valuable memory space. Pack rat no more!

His Turn

I won't post the worst pics, too gory! He's doing much better now, but oh man! That was TERRIBLE!!!!! So glad we are getting it over with though!

Pox, Pox, Pox. Rain, Rain, Rain.

The Kid is done with the chicken pox...and just when we thought The Baby had somehow missed catching them, they showed up this morning. Kind of a pain because we were going to spend the weekend in the White Mountains and do Storyland, but now the little one is miserable. I think we may go anyhow since Justin has a ton of paperwork he wants to catch up on. He and the tiny can hang at the hotel, while E and I will go play. Not the same when we're not all together though. So far, summer has been a bust. Rain, rain, and more rain. We've been doing next to nothing due to this whole pox deal for the entire month, and now it'll be even longer. We've barely made a dent in our "to do" list and I'm starting to get in a panic about it. Justin finally bought a new truck, well, not new, but you know what I mean. He got pulled over and ticketed while driving it home. Uugg. I'm so hoping the Wee Man is feeling better by next week because we are supposed to be heading to the island. No way to postpone it, the rest of the summer is full. We'd just have to cancel. And we've already canceled so much. I'm back to teaching dance two nights a week, clogging one night, and hip hop & latin another. Nice to have some time away from the house, even if it is just across the street. Blah, blah, blah. (Dear Lord, LISTEN to this complaining!) Sorry, I can't put much energy into writing a better entry today...one handed typing with a fevery bub in my arms. Ok, ending this now. Later. -Em