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.

christmas musing- christmas music

ok. we had snow for no reason last week. now we have rain for christmas.  that weather goddess got confused again. you just can't trust her. and the music! i put a whole mess of christmas music on the ipod and i think it spread like a virus. although i made a playlist, it seems to have spread throughout the rest of my stuff and so... come july we can still listen to the boston pops doing BIG christmas songs. as i have mentioned, old broads and technology is a very tenuous combination. well, time to wrap the coffee and drink some presents. i really love christmas seasoning.

science questions at moonrise

when the moon is full here is it full in antarctica as well? sleepless full moon nights - do they lead to restless anxiety dreams for everyone or just for me? why does everything outside look huge and transformed under a full moon? are full moon saturday nights scarier than usual saturday nights? do people all around the world get crazier on these nights? vampires? werewolves? and why is it so much quieter? just wondering. my form of scientific thought.

60 degree day

a reprieve! 60 degrees in december is always welcome even though we know it won't last. a taste of memory from summers past. the garden immediately reacts as if THIS  is spring. silly garden. like me. the possibility of going outside with only a hoodie always sucks me in. (or out?). oh, don't worry i know it is only a temporary blip. it just makes me happy. the goddess is such a tease. now, let's see what the rest of today looks like.......

thanksgiving under wraps

staten island t-giving was a blast, of course. there were two babies for the first time and that really changed the ambience-less dancing, drinking-no smoking- and more adoration of the pass around kids. also, it ends earlier when short people are around. however, the inevitable turkey with requisite accompaniments was exceptionally well done- john shawn meynard and erene  cooked cleaned and hosted. we toasted "grace on ice" as the friend who is the farthest away this year. much laughter and gossip as well. 

stuff

gracie is really on ice. we are not. just the unrelieved gray sky flatness. planting tulip and daffodil bulbs is the only revenge. i begin to understand the yankee thing. if one is alone too long one makes up stuff to do. to do that ya save everything for another possible project. maybe i will make something from empty rx bottles, those ribbons from candy boxes, lint from the dryer. then it all stacks up. piles and piles of maybe-one-day. if it weren't for the dogs, i would never get out from under all this stuff.