Tag: beauty
Bozen Kill Preserve
I’ve had a really busy month. There was a wedding in Buffalo, a weekend wine fest in Rhinebeck and two Albany events last Saturday. I’m not complaining about the state of my social/work calendar at all, but I do feel as though Jeter has been a little neglected recently and I can’t coast on his … Continue reading Bozen Kill Preserve
(Not) Letting go
As of mid morning on Monday my hair still smelled like woodsmoke from Saturday night’s bonfire on Herring Cove beach. I washed it later in the day, but delaying the shampooing allowed the odor to linger in a lame attempt to cling to the week I had just spent at the Cape. It ended too … Continue reading (Not) Letting go
The perfect Cape house
When I awoke from my afternoon nap to the sound of the wind in the trees, for a moment, I did not know where I was. I smiled that my response to that temporary state of being was excitement and not fear. Good. I prefer the unknown to be interesting instead of scary. I took … Continue reading The perfect Cape house
Still swept away by Greece
This summer is flying by, don’t you think? I can’t believe it’s been almost three weeks since I got back from Greece. It some ways it feels like forever ago that we were there, however, I’m still successfully mentally resurrecting the sense of pleasure I felt being there just by closing my eyes. That country definitely … Continue reading Still swept away by Greece
Catching up – CivMix & Silvia
I'm really enjoying being a part of CivMix! The site is still being developed, but I think you will find there to be some cool features, both in terms of content and interface, once the website is fully fleshed out. Here are my most recent posts over there. Why not give a read and some … Continue reading Catching up – CivMix & Silvia
Cats of Greece
Enzo I've never really been a cat person. My mother didn't like cats because they walked all over counters and tables and my brother is allergic, so there were no cats in our house other than the kitten I hid for a couple of days in my closet when I was six. Enzo, of course, … Continue reading Cats of Greece