Tuesday, August 26, 2014


I tried to soak up every last juicy bit. Philly, you will always be dear to me.

By the way, if I were a cheese, I wonder what they would label me as?  Approachable?  Racy?  Stoic?

Monday, August 18, 2014

The Promise of Tomorrow

Oh, the flurry of activity!  Parts I love: the gleeful satisfaction of packing box after box, organizing things along the way, picturing what the new home will be like, and dreaming about the salty sea air.  Parts I don't love: being surrounded by the boxes I have gleefully packed, saying goodbye to friends and family, and wondering how I will possibly have the energy to get to the end of the week.  We move this Thursday and Friday.  Loading up our Uhaul, scrubbing the oven and fridge, giving away some of my plants.  Friday we drive up to Newport.  I will probably sob till New York and then sober up and start planning our first dinner down on the beach with lobster rolls and lemonade.

Chestnut Hill, you have been so good to us.  I have marked the growth of my babies by the mural at Jenks Park.  I have observed the changing of the seasons with the flowers in bloom and the fruits at the farmers market.  We have explored every corner of Morris Arboretum, and even got to do a picnic dinner dance party last Thursday night.  I have walked Germantown Avenue every day, every month, every year for the past four years.  And have reveled in the familiarity of it all.  I can hear my friends telling me how wondrous this new adventure will be, the ocean calling me home, but, I will embrace the melancholy of leaving such a special spot, full of special people.  Seems to be my way.  I'm not afraid of being sad.  Because tomorrow holds so much promise!

Friday, August 8, 2014

Quiet Post

Taking deep breaths ~

Monday, July 28, 2014


We've reached that point of summer--all the colors are fully saturated, fully bright and delicious.  Like Skittles.  These weeks have found us doing our daily treks to the local parks, visiting Morris Arboretum with friends, and creating as much mayhem in our apartment as possible.  William and Madeleine play a game called "Island" which involves pulling every cushion off the couch and chair and hopping from one island to the next.  I'm doing my best at the chaos, too.  I'm filling the closets with packed boxes and lining the walls with stacks.  And quickly forgetting that we have a few more weeks here, so, um, I shouldn't pack the sheet pans yet.  Oops!