Thursday, October 28, 2004
Besides Chucking Them
It turns out there are other things to do with pumpkins. Sunday night we decided to dive in and start scooping out pumpkin guts. Despite Olivia's reaction, we all had a good time.
P.S. Notice the cat in the window behind Mark? It's our newest houseguest, whom we call Katze.
Jennifer @ 10:34 AM link
Friday, October 22, 2004
Everything Old is New Again
It seems like lately, I can't catch my breath. My life has become an endless cycle of work, take out, and baseball games. With the lack of sleep and mountains of laundry, emotions are running high in my house. Often I find that the best way to get a bit of perspective on my situation is to have a change of scene. These were taken last weekend, before the Yankees hurt my feelings.
All photos taken in Rhinebeck, NY.
Jennifer @ 8:19 AM link
Monday, October 18, 2004
BAAAAA!
Considering what happened the night before, it's a miracle we look as chipper as we do. On Saturday, we went to the Wool & Sheep Festival in Rhinebeck, NY. After much too much wool, beer and brats (the sausages, not the children), wine and Indian food with Rebekah and Adam, it made little sense to drive all the way back to Rhinebeck for another round. And yet, we had missed the pumpkin chucking contest and there was that loom that I couldn't get out of my head, so back we went. Yes, those are pumpkins.
Jennifer @ 10:16 AM link
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Celebrating the Fall
As I watched Mark brew espresso on the camp stove, I searched the sky for a small patch of blue. I didn’t need any promise that this day would be perfect in every way. By the time I had unzipped my sleeping bag, this day had proven its incomparability.
There are so many things I can say about this amazing adventure. Really, it was just a two day hike, a couple of meals expertly prepared outdoors, a fine night’s sleep by a river, surrounded by the husky scent of a New England fall. There were also all of the stories which transformed the rocks, steep trail, sore muscles, and heavy gear (Mark, ever the gentleman, carried just about everything except my sleeping bag and a bottle of wine) into weightless features of a carefree dreamscape.
I wish I had the words to express all of the wonders I experienced this weekend. First and foremost, I enjoyed the rich and magical presence of a remarkable man. He is talented, well educated, funny, handsome, kind, and can handle himself whether he is in the woods with a hungry damsel in sweaty clothing or in a classroom faced with 20+ teenagers tormented by the ravages of their own hormones. Secondly, I found another way of being that feels more like remembering a long-forgotten experience than making a new discovery. Everywhere we went, every step I took, every story we shared, every silence we enjoyed, I felt completely, deeply myself. I’ve spent a lot of time alone and have always found it incredibly essential to my well-being. It is a way I soothe and center the aches of my spirit after the erosion I often experience in the company of other people. Being with Mark is exactly the opposite. The more I am with him, the quieter and more rested I am inside.
Jennifer @ 10:09 AM link
