my mainestay

Homesick!

so my mr. laptop doesn't usually work, but for some reason the salty Maine air seems to have given him another chance at life. It's been a good couple of months since I perused the stuff on here, all the time I've been back from Provo, in fact, so I was much and pleasantly surprised to find a little cash pool of photos from the bygone days. and man, it makes me miss you all.
because besides the three kitter-tastics, I am all alone in the world. or at least in the state.
Hope you enjoy this (short) homage to the good old days in P-town. and for those of you who escaped under the radar, know that I miss you too, wherever you are and wherever I am not.

okay. I'm taking care of the Kittergirls in Maine for a month in this little town on the coast called Castine. It is beautiful. The quintessential new england experience. The quintessential Maine experience: lobsters, woody areas, cold ocean, LL bean.
Cell phone reception here is basically nonexistent.
Sunday afternoon-Wednesday night I am alone with the girls (ages 8,6,4) while their parents work/sleep down in Boston. Then the rest of the week I'm kind of on-call, mostly able to do my own thing.
It's Wednesday night, so I'm just coming out of one of these shifts now and I have to say, as I've said before, I don't really get how mom's do it. I'm pretty spent. sibling arguments (does it matter who got to open the garage door?!!), whining, not eating my scrambled eggs because I forgot to leave out the pepper.
my only sanity right now is Leslie coming up to spend weekends with me. Not a bad outlet to have, that's for sure, except that monstrous bus rides and never ending goodbyes on the tip of every hello carries an insanity all its own.
anyway, that's my summer. just doing it like a rockstar. okay. peace out.

Willa

sometimes I think Willa is crazy
then I remember that she's 4
then I think maybe I'm crazy, for understanding her so much of the time

naming your business in Maine

"Mainely Pottery"

"The Maine Course"

"Game Mainea"

some stuff I've been up to

well, hey. It's been a long while since I've written on the old blog. It's not that boston hasn't been plenty exciting and news worthy, just the opposite, I think. I've been just kind of doing it so much that I haven't had time for reviewing it. I could surely sum the last month and a little up by saying: I am happy and home here in my lovely Roxbury with Leslie.
This Friday I will be heading out for a short detour to Maine (to nanny for a month) and then we are going on a couple backpacking trips in CA. September I will be done with long crazy trips, cute but messy subletters, and all that jazz. Then I will be a home body once more.
Last Friday (the 4th) a squirrel broke into our house and ate some cookies and left paw prints on the counter. I thought it was funny.
Anyway, here are a few photos (of other stuff, not the culprit...sorry).
love you. EEB.

Oh ho ho...my arrival at Logan airport (with my guitar case so stuffed full of heavy stuff I could barely carry it)
Having a girlie night with Leslie and our summer subletter, Christy
(the mitts were for a "special" hand treatment, wherein you dip your hand into a vat of hot wax until you can't stand the pain anymore AKA can feel your heart beating in your hand)


Well, you know how it is... just a little foux de fa fa with the llama and a redbean/icecream sandwich fish
Hiking Mt Watchusett with some buds and Les on top of the mountain posing like the superhero she is


The source of my power
(don't worry mom, not real. not my wrist.)

Pics from Leslie's birthday
(a close look should reveal that our home now includes a cotton candy maker and lots of dehydrated camping corn)