non-margaritaville

as i read through the blogs i follow i am amazed at how far-flung everyone has become. kgrace in antartica, greg in new orleans, tony in san francisco. on and on. if i were a better traveller i might be in any of those places - alright, not the south pole- but you know what i mean. it seems that edgartown is the farthest i get from home. having hemmed myself in with animals and poor weather, i follow all of you vicariously with longing and joy. a quick trip, on a cheap ticket to NOLA appears to be my "getaway" for 2009. hopefully, all you world traveling folks will come back to the roost with splendid tales. a bottle of champers awaits along with my eager attention to your tales and pictures. palm trees and snowbanks equally welcomed.

snow silence

another full moon saturday night. this one with a snowstorm and foghorns. coffee, good book and reruns of csi. two dogs for warmth and two or more cats for furry comfort. not your new york saturday night. good enough for the vineyard. good enough for me. after the sirens and yama of the city, the silence is wonderfully seductive. silence so loud it becomes its own presence - huge and comforting. although i wait for it to be shattered, that is less likely to happen at the end of a dirt road on a resort island in the dead of winter. sigh! lovin' it.