Friday, May 14, 2010

More Vermont

Sam and I scored a deal on Groupon to stay at a resort in Vermont. It was lovely, like a castle, and we enjoyed just about every second of our stay. We got massages at the spa, which was Sam's idea. I admit to always being a bit skeptical of massages (strangers touching me? eww?), but I was a full convert. After we were done, we walked around like noodles, very happy and relaxed noodles.

We didn't really have set plans for the next day, so we took the scenic slow route home, driving through mountain roads and stopping when we felt like it. I love road-tripping with Sam. We listened to Psapp's album Tiger, My Friend which we both love. (links to two of our favorite songs there.) And then, because he knows this song makes me inexplicably happy, we listened to Hall and Oates "You Make my Dream Comes True" And when the song was over, I didn't have to tell him to restart it. He just did. He knows me so well. I rocked out, dancing in my seat, kissing his hand repeatedly, feeling like it was one of those absolutely perfect moments in my life, one I wouldn't trade for anything. Oh, that was a nice moment. The whole trip was worth those minutes in the car, Sam driving on roads that twisted through trees and ponds and pretty houses, me with my camera in my lap, snapping shots through the windshield.

[road trippin']

Apparently, this area's sort of famous for its covered bridges, so we stopped at a few and took more pictures. Such lovely things, covered bridges.

[pretty red bridges]

We also stopped at a antique shop, mostly because I was in love with an enormous pile of colorful skis that were stacked against a fence outside. (You can see them on the right there.) I'm no good at finding treasures at places like this, but I had a lovely time taking pictures. And Sam found some weird book about teenagers and going to hell for listening to music (?!), which entertained him the whole time I wandered.

Right as we were heading home, I saw a sign announcing that Sharon, VT was 10 miles away. If you're Mormon or you know your Mormon history, you'll know that's Joseph Smith's birthplace. Sam was kind enough to take me on one last detour to catch sight of it. There's not much there. Just a visitor's center, which I confess we avoided (they generally get way too excited about a part-member family, and we wanted to get home), and a monument. It's lovely there though. Surrounded by all sorts of trees and quiet-feeling (except for the hymns they pipe over a loudspeaker) and all in all it felt like a place that Joseph Smith could have come from.

[monument, Sharon]

And that was Vermont. We came home to that Boston water crisis you may have heard about on the news. Luckily, we had heard so we bought tons of water up there so we could brush our teeth and wash tomatoes.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Sam, Collaged

I made this wee Sam collage out of pictures I took on a quick weekend getaway to Vermont. I'll say more about that trip in a next few days because I have more pictures, but these are the ones I'm in love with. I don't think Sam is crazy about all of these, but somehow they seem to capture what it's like to sit across from him at lunch. We were at lunch here, at some swank glass shop that had a restaurant to showcase their swank glass, and the restaurant was in this room that jutted out over the river. Okay, it was Simon Pearce, that's what it was. And now I have to put in another collage of photos from that place, but then back to Sam. [there's a me, a shot of the pretty room with a Sam, some of the swank glass, and two shots of our view out the windows.]

And here is what I want to say about Sam. Notice, in that bottom left picture of the first collage, that his glasses are on upside down. He's a silly creature, is what I'm trying to say. Often, in lulls during conversation, Sam will say most earnestly and most randomly, "When I was pregnant, I used to get so emotional. The sight of watermelons at the grocery store was enough to make me weep."

"Really?" I always ask, putting on my genuinely curious voice.

On Sunday, whilst eating a rocking good pink lady apple (yummy!), Sam said, "When I had an apple orchard [big crunchy bite], in Russia [crunch crunch], in the 1880s, we used to trade our apples with China for [big crunchy bite] those giant paper dragon things."

I sat on the couch, crunching my own apple, giggling.

And as his teaching semester winds down, I keep remembering a morning last fall, in the dwindling days of my last teaching semester when I was getting nauseous every time I had to go. It was very early in the morning, and we were just rousing, finding ourselves next to each other in the dark faint glow of a winter morning. He leaned over, kissed the inside of my elbow, and said, "Once more unto the breach." Somehow, of all the moments and memories that are cataloged in my brain, that has become one the most precious. My Shakespeare-quoting man in the early morning of a difficult day.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Early Spring Commute in Pictures

[looking up, right outside the front door]

It's not truly early spring anymore, but bear with me. I took my camera to work one day, and snapped pictures all along the way. Here's what it looks like to walk to the train in early spring. It's a beautiful world, no?

[walking down washington]

[blossoms, up close]

[a house i'm obsessed with + tree i'm obsessed with]

[Cleveland Circle]

[train stop]

[train a-comin']



[once there, i play with very fat books]