This summer I:
* Flew on a long trip to Oregon and for the first time felt as if I needed to use the handy "motion discomfort bag" provided by my airline (fortunately, I recovered, and saved the unused bag for a gag birthday bag).
* Bicycled more than I ever have before in my life. It helped that Bruhl, the town I cycled through most often, has an Italian gelato shop with the best Malaga ice cream around (a rich egg custard ice cream flavored with rum and raisins, for the uninitiated). Also, it didn't hurt that Germany has an astounding array of bike trails in all directions.
* Neglected to vacuum up dog hair often enough. As a result, Jeff, the kids, and I sometimes find corgi hair in our cookies, our bath water, and our suitcases. We like to say that Murphy, our corgi, will remain with us long after his eventual death...the omnipresent hair, that is.
* Took a ferry to Victoria, Canada, where the customs lady almost turned my daughter and me away, because I didn't have a note from "the other parent" authorizing me to take Anna (13 years old) out of the country. That, after we'd already flown from Germany to the US!
That's all for now. Lightning interrupts my thinking. Maybe there will be more tomorrow.
Frenchman's Bay, Maine
2 comments:
I'm glad you didn't have to use the sick bag. You're having an eventful summer!
We should combine our resources-- between the two of us we should have enough doghair to make sweaters for a gaggle of orphans!
Read a GREAT book on vacation and thought you'd probably really enjoy it: Jack Maggs by Peter Carey. Very well written, a little bizarre. For some reason the storyline made me think of Flannery O'Connor...
Sounds like an interesting book! Oh, btw, I liked your pictures from France. One of my neighbors is French, married to a German man, and she always drives back across the border to buy her favorite French wines and cheeses. Nice that it's only about an hour away.
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