Friday, November 26, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
- That I can walk around the curve of the harbor to meet friends for drinks,
- Friends who make me laugh and whom I make laugh,
- Pomegranate martinis,
- Walking home and seeing the lobster boats sitting on the water like they are on glass,
- Seeing faint Christmas lights in the distance,
- The air that is just cold enough to wear a jacket and scarf,
- Coming home to a warm house,
- Coming home.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
When I arrived, eyes open, heart half closed,
there she was. Ella.
Leading me up the stairs, down the hallway
showing me where we put our shoes,
explaining how to park the car
to make room for others.
Ushering me in.
And though she walked with me,
I knew it was a journey I was going to take on my own.
And when I left, heart open, eyes half closed,
there he was. Jan.
Leading me down the garden path,
familiar now beneath my feet.
Showing me where to wash the kale,
explaining how to put cold water on the wound
to keep the cabbage fresh.
Ushering me out.
And though he walked with me,
I knew it was a journey I was going to take on my own.
What happened in between is like a distant memory.
I know it will return,
but for now I let the pages lie still and closed,
between the bookends.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
I was in my favorite consignment shop that has nice things at good prices and very high turnover (so if I don't find the perfect thing one day, I might the next) and I spotted this beauty. And I thought - shoes! hats! Perfect size! It had no middle shelf, but it did have pegs for a shelf, so I stopped at the lumber yard on the way home for a piece of wood (there would be no "oh, I'll just pile the shoes in there until I get around to finding some wood. There would also be no $8/foot cedar. Yet. This was $1.20/foot pine.)
Monday, September 20, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
She had those same eyelashes in high school. The kind that can only be obtained by applying 5 coats of mascara and then pinching to make 7 large lashes.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
For a long time, I settled. I don't know why. Maybe I was too tired to fight for what I wanted. Maybe I thought I had to fight for what I wanted. So I just took what little scraps I found, not daring to look past them for more. The thought of not settling felt unsettling.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
|PEOPLE that build their houses inland,|
|People that buy a plot of ground|
|Shaped like a house and build a house there,|
|Far from the seaboard, far from the sound|
|Of water sucking the hollow ledges,||5|
|Tons of water striking the shore,|
|What do they long for, as I long for|
| One salt smell of the sea once more?|
|People the waves have not awakened,|
|Spanking the boats at the harbor’s head:,||10|
|What do they long for, as I long for—|
|Starting up in my inland bed,|
|Beating the narrow walls and finding|
|Neither a window nor a door,|
|Screaming to God for death by drowning!—||15|
| One salt taste of the sea once more?|
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Here's what it looked like before:
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Somehow, I think it will all work out.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Ever since then I've loved working on memorizing poems or stanzas that I love so that they are always in my head when ever I need them.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
We were at the trailhead a little before 8, and on the trail by 8:07. It's a gorgeous trail, woodsy and damp and covered in moss. There are 3 or 4 pretty brook crossings.
My hiking buddy and I have very different speeds on the way up, which seems to work. I hike with the attitude of "this moment is all that matters" and wanting to absorb and study everything around me. Like this mushroom that looked like a jelly fish.
Or this bear scat.
Often she'll be quite far ahead of me on the trail, but eventually we meet back up. We are each hiking our own hike, and I know there are people more my speed to hike with if I want that, and there are people more her speed if she wants that. But this seems to work. And, to paraphrase Robert Frost, people hike together, whether they hike together or apart.
And the obligatory Franconia Ridge Trail photo, with Lafayette, Lincoln and Little Haystack across the notch. We climbed those a few weeks ago, and seeing those peaks from a distance really hits home what a trek that was. This is one of my most favorite views in all the world.
We started off towards South Kinsman, a mere .9 miles away. Yeah, mere. Somehow there was a resurgence of black flies, and .9 miles is not really that close and I was done going up and so we decided to bag the second peak. I have no need to summit for the sake of summiting and with that we turned around and headed backs towards the cross roads you can see in the map near the Kinsman Pond Shelter.
There are some tent platforms, which I slept on years ago, and a shelter that was rebuilt in 2007, bigger and brighter than the one we slept in years ago (after we realized that our tent wasn't really waterproof). Blizzard is reading the shelter journal where thru-hikers leave messages, notes and poems. There was also a book about how they built the shelter - bringing in all the logs by helicopter.
After our time of leisure we headed down, and made good time - about 2.5 hours. We figured our total mileage to be about 9 miles with our different side trails and wanderings and our total hike time to be about 7 hours. Our total trip time was 8 hours 8:07am to 4:07 pm (yes, really.)
Sunday, August 22, 2010
At the summit. Freezing. I ran and put my gloves and coat on after this.
Looking back up on the way down. With my little pal in my pack. Notice the hat head.
Heading back from the summit to the hut. Mt. Monroe is the closest peak you can see.
Finally at the bottom, 11 hours later. Checking the map for some unknown reason.
A little 2.5 mile walk into the woods the next morning. Mostly flat.
Visited the homestead. Every time I look at this I cry.
Bald Peak on Mt. Kinsman at 7:30 this morning. I was up at 5am, at the trailhead by 6am and had a glorious solitary walk in the woods to this amazing site.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Can you see the bunker through the woods?
And the thing about the heebie jeebies is that they feed on themselves. So, even though you know that probably there is not a dead body around the corner, and there are not ghosts wandering the bunkers (some of which reminded me of concentration camps for some reason) the HJ's were throwing off my mad skilz and the ride felt sort of choppy. Add that to the fact that J. and I aren't the best map readers and kept going in circles... we've seen better days.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Total mileage: 8.9. Total time: 8 hours. (Yes, just call me Pokey.) Left trailhead at 9:30, back at 5:30. Climbed on Saturday.
Almost 3 hours later, here we were at the trailhead. We were taking Falling Waters up, and Old Bridle Path down.
Everyone and their dog was out hiking on Saturday, along with half of the population of France (or perhaps Quebec). The trail was quite crowded at the beginning, with various dogs running back and forth, and people quite close to us. At the trail split, most seemed to go up Old Bridle Path while we went to Falling Waters, so that helped to thin things out.
Somewhere around this time I realized that I hadn't quite eaten enough for breakfast and needed some fuel. I was taking small bites of my ProBar since they aren't easy to eat, and snacked on some cheese sandwich. I should have sat and ate more. I think it would have made the rest of my hike more enjoyable and better fueled.
I do not hike fast, and my lungs were definitely feeling the climb. My legs felt fine and it was frustrating that my lungs and heart did not seem to be cooperating. My speed was about 1 mile per hour, approximately that of a spider (and much faster than a sloth and quite faster than a garden snail) so we were soon passed by everyone. My poor hiking partner hikes much faster than I do, so she spent a lot of time waiting for me.
The rocky ridge.
Tree on very windy Little Haystack. 4,800 feet. Sadly, it doesn't qualify as a 4000 footer "because it stands less than 200 ft (61 m) above the col on the ridge from Lincoln" but we did bag two 5000 footers, and climbed 3 actual peaks. It was very windy up there.
I ate some trail snacks - marcona almonds and chocolate chips. My spirits and energy picked up quite a bit after having lunch. Some of these, the rest of my cheese sandwich, a hard boiled egg, and bite of my very unphotogenic PB&J.
Then we did some more yoga poses. (There's a crow photo on it's way.)
We hung out on the windy summit for a bit, looking at Mt. Washington, doing yoga poses and taking group photos for other people.
Heading down from Lafayette, we descended to the Greenleaf Hut. For the first time in 5 hours I had to pee, conveniently at the toilets. I think that my profuse sweating on the way up made it so that all liquids left my body via sweat, and then on the way down when I wasn't sweating as much I finally had to pee.
One last look.
On the way down, we passed 3 of the hut croo who are the young men and women who work at the huts and have to carry all the hut supplies up on their backs. They have packs that are wood framed with liquor store boxes lashed to them (I swear one of the girls was carrying 3 boxes of canned goods). It's a bit like huffing and puffing your way down a hill and then having Lance Armstrong fly up the mountain past you riding a wooden bicycle.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
My small new friend, Blizzard. He's reading about downward facing dog. (Actually I think that's dolphin...) He's just the right size to come hiking in my back pack with me, and to hang out on the counter or table if an ear needs to be scritched or something. He's what will prevent me from driving to New Hampshire and returning with a retired sled dog of my very own.