“I want to go to the carnival!” I said.
“It will be fun,” I said. “We eat fried dough and ride the tilt-a-whirl!”
Well, it did turn out fun, though it was not the most lavish carnival ever (no tilt-a-whirl!?). We rode the ferris wheel, ate the aforementioned fried dough and Pat won me some truly sophisticated artwork.
Games of skill and strength. And corndogs.
Emily’s love of sparkly tiaras has inspired some very intriguing wedding planning ideas, such as having a Bedazzling station at the reception, in case guests feel like their outfits are not already sufficiently rhinestone-bedecked. I will let you, dear reader, decide for yourself whether I am joking.
Sweet 16
Every time Pat would finish tossing or spinning or flinging this young man (the son of some friends), he would look up at Pat and ask, in polite and sweet tones, “What game do you want to play now?”
Weeeee!
I am not even sure what compelled me to take this picture, to run back inside upon seeing the bird and grab the camera. But I discovered, some days later, that while I was getting this shot, some of my cousins were driving by, themselves wondering what I found so interesting.
One way of looking at a blackbird
Purchased in the Jade Market in Hong Kong, lugged across an ocean, briefly waylaid in Chicago and finally delivered to its recipient.
Jaded
On a spontaneous day trip to Wellfleet we discovered the wonder that is Duck Harbor Beach.
Me and my shadow
And here we have pancakes. They looked so pretty arrayed on the plate this morning, that I decided to take a picture of them. And the picture looked so nice I was inspired to go back and update the blog, to the extent that I was able. And here you have it.
I like pancakes
And then, after more than 40 hours of travel, we arrived safely and soundly back in Boston.
Home again, home again
When this picture was taken, we were supposed to be back in Massachusetts, regaling our families with tales of our trip. But, because of a massive overreaction to a pending storm in Boston, our flight was canceled and we were stuck overnight in Chicago. While wandering the halls that connect the hotel in which we stayed to the nearby conference center, we happened upon the Chicago RV show. Kim charmed the guy working security at the back door, and we went window shopping for campers, trying hard not to let our jet-lagged, sleep-deprived giggles give us away as impostors.
Cabin people
