End of summer bliss
Stopped off on a country drive to let the dogs run a bit. Completely empty state park? Check. Leaves just starting to turn in the Great North Woods? (Yes, that’s actually what they’re called.) Check. I love fall.
Birthday Mountain Biking
Had a great birthday (one day late, but better weather!) mountain biking with Greg. We didn’t even have to pedal up the hill because there was a ski lift…ooh la la!
A near-sexual experience watching a young woman standing at Mozart’s grave
I like the red light district best during the daytime. There are fewer distractions, fewer Neanderthals walking around. The way some of these men look at the girls is disgusting, and it’s hard for me to focus. The feeling of the oldness of Amsterdam is pervasive during the day, even here. Only the color coming … Read more
Greg’s Summertime Office
Fletcher is in summertime relaxation mode in “Greg’s office.” (He doesn’t come inside much anymore…I just shove sandwiches through the kitchen window occasionally.)
Living on the Side of a Mountain
Greg and I just bought and moved into our first house (well, the first one we own, anyway), and we couldn’t be happier with it. Our dream of living in the woods on a mountainside is officially realized!!
Quote from Speak, Memory
I know, however, of a young chronophobiac who experienced something like panic when looking for the first time at homemade movies that had been taken a few weeks before his birth. Vladimir Nabokov
Snowshoeing Haverhill Corner
Lovely snowshoe with Mom and Wendell outside the new house in Haverhill yesterday.
The brotherhood of talking women
My name is Christopher. People often assume that I like to be called Chris — they think that the familiarity is nice. I only like to be called Chris when drinking Scotch and smoking cigars with buddies. At those moments, our camaraderie makes that level of familiarity appropriate. After all, we’re usually talking women. That … Read more