Here's a little rundown of what I've been up to on my mini retreat in the country, minus all the boring parts with me sitting at my computer working away and the dog looking very sad indeed.
Jack and I went for a hike around Goose Pond with Meg and her dog, Tobin. Jack bounded around the 2 mile loop and passed out dead on the way home.
I made some snappy thank you cards for graduation goodness. There's something about scissors and glue and blue-green schemes that make me very happy. Take a look. You just might find one of these in a mailbox near you very soon.
I took Jack to ultimate frisbee where he met Steve's dog, Jackson. Jackson was three times Jack's size but no match for Jack's relentless play-fighting spirit.
Made the best sandwich ever for lunch: browned tofu with red peppers, avocado, lettuce and Vermont cheddar on a toasted sesame bagel. Yum.
Brewed a steaming cup of chamomile and tucked the garden in for the night. Why, you ask? Oh because tonight the temp is dropping to 29 degrees. Oh New England. You kidder.
There's also been a three-mile hike/jog down dirt roads and unmarked trails, a forded stream and a forest exit exactly where I hoped it would be. There's been good, loud music and this song, whose lyrics break my messy, beating heart. There's a to-do list full of crossed-off items and a clean dog after an unwelcome bath after Jack rolled in something gross that I won't tell you about. There's been long sleep in a dark house in the quiet woods with a warm, curled up puppy snuggled into my belly. And there's been time and silence, and time, and silence, and time.
Jack and I went for a hike around Goose Pond with Meg and her dog, Tobin. Jack bounded around the 2 mile loop and passed out dead on the way home.
I made some snappy thank you cards for graduation goodness. There's something about scissors and glue and blue-green schemes that make me very happy. Take a look. You just might find one of these in a mailbox near you very soon.
I took Jack to ultimate frisbee where he met Steve's dog, Jackson. Jackson was three times Jack's size but no match for Jack's relentless play-fighting spirit.
Made the best sandwich ever for lunch: browned tofu with red peppers, avocado, lettuce and Vermont cheddar on a toasted sesame bagel. Yum.
Brewed a steaming cup of chamomile and tucked the garden in for the night. Why, you ask? Oh because tonight the temp is dropping to 29 degrees. Oh New England. You kidder.
There's also been a three-mile hike/jog down dirt roads and unmarked trails, a forded stream and a forest exit exactly where I hoped it would be. There's been good, loud music and this song, whose lyrics break my messy, beating heart. There's a to-do list full of crossed-off items and a clean dog after an unwelcome bath after Jack rolled in something gross that I won't tell you about. There's been long sleep in a dark house in the quiet woods with a warm, curled up puppy snuggled into my belly. And there's been time and silence, and time, and silence, and time.
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