Monday

Why, hello there.
We are back.
And for the next few days I will be posting photos as well as short, unedited, (and in some cases, nonsensical) journal entries from our time at the coast with close friends and their baby girl. Apparently, while on vacation, I also decided that nouns and verbs and proper sentences were about as obsolete as socks and shoes. Bear with me.




Monday, April 21

The sun is setting somewhere behind the storm and clouds and thunder. Ellie and I sit on the floor, eating apples. She is leaving small marks on a circle end with her baby gums. A milestone--five months, apples. The boys are talking fast. Excited. Licenses. Locations. A closed sign on the door of the Bait and Tackle. Lunar tides. The blotchy shells of razor clams. Hip waders. Shovels. Outside the wind is whipping sand and freezing rain against the windows. Tomorrow, who knows? Linguini.

All love,
*Andrea

Comments

[julia]

welcome back andrea. sounds like a lovely time. did you have the linguini?

can't wait to see/read more.

[lisa s]

who needs proper sentences? not you!

[Eunice]

"tomorrow, who knows? linguini" sounds so poetic.

[shari]

loving these.