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This has been a week of happiness. My darling cousin has been here, and I love having a sister in the house. We are identical in so many ways. I’m coming to the end of one large project. MKL and I have Valentine’s Day weekend at Cottonwood Hot Springs to look forward to. I bought my wedding dress yesterday. It is not at all what I expected, but it made me cry in a true “Say Yes to the Dress” moment.
So as part of the continuation of happiness, I will share this beautiful image of deep blues and whites. My wedding will be ivory and cobalt and on the beach, similar to these colors. I’m looking forward to starting my new life with MKL.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: ““There is no choice more intensely personal, after all, than whom you choose to marry; that choice tells us, to a large extent, who you are.” — Elizabeth Gilbert
A beautiful day for a walk
Having a lovely family
Downton Abbey night
You’re probably expecting that, since I’m in Colorado, you’ll be seeing snowy Christmasy pictures. Not yet. It was balmy here today, but not as balmy as it was on Little Cayman. Tomorrow, we are expecting snow here, and are heading up to the mountains for an overnight treat! In the meantime, you will have to console yourselves with the view we had for our week at Sunset Cove. The only thing to worry about there was falling coconuts and running out of the best rum ever.
Sunset Cove, Little Cayman
Quote of the day: “When you’re young, you always feel that life hasn’t yet begun—that “life” is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you’re old and the scheduled life didn’t arrive. You find yourself asking, ‘Well then, exactly what was it I was having—that interlude—the scrambly madness—all that time I had before?” — Douglas Coupland
Getting my tree today
Seeing my old friend the chiropractor
That one of my favorite bad movies is on
That I can fit into the dress I was planning on wearing tomorrow night
There is no update on the kibble conundrum. No kibble in the bed again last night. Although the peanut butter jar was out with the lid unscrewed and I can’t remember if I did that in a conscious drug-induced state last week or an unconscious sleeping pill state last night.
I know I will be wishing this more and more as the cold comes and my hands start to hurt. I guess I’m getting a jump on winter by starting to wish now.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the Day: “Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and shuffles, romance only sighs.” — Margaret Atwood
Little old men in dapper bow ties
Dogs that look just like Tug
The first breath of fall
Kelsea insisted that I take this picture of these two seashells snuggling, and I’m glad she did. This pair was found out on a great wide flat beach at the tip of Cape Lookout National Seashore. We accessed the point by ferry and by “Mule Train” (the latter of which I was disappointed to discover was just a seat in the back of a pickup truck, and not an actual mule train), about a 10 minute ride from where the ferry dropped us off. On one side of the point was the sea and on the other side was the sound. Contrary to most beaches I’ve combed, our driver said the bulk of shells, such as whelks and conchs, could be found on the sound side. We figured since she had been telling people that all day, that the sound side was fairly well picked over, so we crossed the vast sandy desert to the sea side and discovered treasures such as this one, as well as the sand dollars featured in a post last week.
Cape Lookout National Seashore, North Carolina.
Quote of the day: “When I walk down the beach and smell the salt water, hear the waves crashing against the shoreline, and feel the granular sand under my feet, I can’t help but realize why I’m here on this green earth” — Wendy Joubert
My new phone
The lushness of green as summer edges towards fall
Tiny girls in tutus
Kelsea has always wanted to find whole sand dollars. One year when she was small, she found enough pieces to fill a half-gallon plastic bag, but no whole ones. As you know, they are quite fragile, and I’m amazed when one makes it to shore in one piece. On our adventure to Cape Lookout this year, she found a dozen whole sand dollars, enough to leave a few slightly less than perfect ones on the beach for others to find, and enough to give one to a small boy on the “Mule Train” track on our way back, and still feel the richness of her bounty.
Topsail Beach, North Carolina.
Quote of the day: “My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.” — Dalai Lama XIV
Family even when we disagree
That MKL and Kelsea are getting along so well
Were you expecting a cocktail? I could understand that. I will occasionally take pictures of drinks, but I don’t take pictures of food, as some travelers do. Part of the essence of food is the place, the air, the company, the ambiance, and a photo of a burger just doesn’t capture that. We had some of the best burgers I’ve ever had at the restaurant at Augusta Bay. Did I take a picture of them? No. I did take a picture of my last Kalik at the airport. And a picture of our small bottle of Night Train Express, the cheapest booze ever, which we bought to see what it was like, since it had been the drink of choice among hobos in our childhood memories. And there might be a picture of me drinking out of a bottle of Cuban Rum. But I won’t share those. Instead, I’ll share the rocks in front of the white sand beach at Exuma Palms.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the Day: “It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.” — Edgar Allan Poe
The Thai Life Insurance commercial
My chicken earrings
That my friend does NOT have breast cancer
NEED MORE WARM. NEED MORE BEACH. NEED MORE BLUE WATER.
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “Some of the choices you make might not always turn out to be the best ones, but at least you are learning as you go.” — Elizabeth Berrien
That the rain/snow reminded me of an old folk song that I cannot quite remember
The virtual gift of a cardinal from a blog friend
Homemade Moco Loca
Counting down the days
And on a sad after-note, the world has lost a wonderful being. Colonel Meow passed away last night. Rest well, Colonel. I’ll toast you with a glass of single malt.
Perhaps this wasn’t what you expected to see, based on the title of this post? But if you know me, you know I don’t have two sisters, and if you know this blog, you know you can probably expect to see a photograph of some lovely warm place – like Great Exuma. (In fact, that’s something you can generally rely on – finding an image of someplace warm and beautiful when you visit this blog.)
These rocks, which are right in front of the place we stay, are known as the Three Sisters. I asked several locals about the legend and got a different variation of the story each time. The essence of the tale is that an English sea captain came to the island and met three beautiful sisters. Each of the sisters fell in love with the captain, and when he sailed away, each sister tried to swim after him, and drowned. These three rocks rose from the sea to mark the spot the sisters died. Bahamians consider this to be a very romantic spot and a place of good luck (though I suspect the sisters would disagree}. It is bitter cold here in Colorado again, with snow and accidents and light breezes that freeze your earrings in your ears. And the countdown to a warm and wonderful return continues….
Great Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “Better to be strong than pretty and useless.” — Lilith Saintcrow
Being able to ride the bus on long, cold commute days
The pigeon downtown with the white mohawk
Toddlers bundled up for winter
The softness of the snow this morning
Snuggling under the blankets
I love this shot – it looks like a slightly abstract painting to me.
It’s the end of a long-short week – curious, isn’t it, how four-day work weeks can feel as if they are six days long? I’ve had a lot of thoughts this week – about the future, about possessions, about forgiveness, about mortality – and have reached no particular conclusions, except that I am looking forward to the future. And the rest of those things take work – except for mortality, of course, because we have so little control over that.
Quote of the day: “Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning.” — Gloria Steinem
Watching tiny children determined to open heavy doors
Increasing the weights in my workouts every day
Snuggles with Mr. Man
Fred Astaire dancing on the ceiling in “Royal Wedding”
That stuff that melts ice on the sidewalk
We spent a blissful afternoon here and didn’t see a soul. This beach is on Little Exuma, down an unmarked, sandy side road. We parked beneath the trees and relaxed on the beach and played in the water. The rock to the right had steps carved into its side so you could climb up from the water and soak in the sun.
Little Exuma, Bahamas.
Quote of the day: “One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.” — Sigmund Freud
Being part of a new family