No explanation. Just a moment captured.
No explanation. Just a moment captured.
Does going twice to the Big E make it tradition? I declare that it does. Somehow it feels more like Fall now that we have eaten our fill of fried cheese curds, chocolate covered bacon, pork chop sandwiches, fried pickles, kettle corn popcorn, and apple crisp. The weather was cool as we took in the sights, smells, and rides with our friends this past weekend in Springfield, MA. It wasn’t until the next day when David said, “Now the Fall has arrived,” that it became apparent how much we enjoy this wildly weird event. Clearly, Fall in New England is marked for us by two traditions: The Big E fried food extravaganza and Apple Picking. We have one down and now it is time for the next fall favorite!!
Things have gotten a little tighter these days. Most nights after dinner, David and I race off to the tennis court. Talking “smack” to each other all the way there, we pump each other up for our hour to two hour tennis match. We weren’t very good at first. Balls typically spent more time hitting up against the chain linked fence or popping up and out of the court then back and forth between our rackets. I have taken a hit to throat, leg, stomach, and head most recently and David fell over himself on a few occasions. We are a sight to be seen. But, what is most important is we have a blast. Between rallies we laugh out loud, sneak kisses, and roll our eyes at each other for missing a shot. Then at some point we got better, I would even go so far as to say mildly good.
Our rallies are lasting longer, our endurance has increased, our serves stay in and we can actually get through games and sets. Practice and playfulness really is making a difference in our game! And as a result we are noticing those pesky 10 pounds we each have wrestled with since our wedding slowly slip away and our figures tighten up. When we first started this new hobby, I did not think it would last longer than a session or two. It has turned into a positive addiction. Each of us tries to best the other. We challenge each other to play harder, faster, and stronger. To celebrate our new found evening adventure/commitment we stayed in last night to watch the men’s US Open Finals. Inspired by the tremendous game, we head out again!
In approximately 192 hours the school year will commence. Gosh this is a cliche but the summer flew by! I feel like I just got settled into a routine I enjoy (which includes iced coffees most mornings with Laura) and finally shook off the post-school year fatigue and now it is time to head back in. Yes, I know that the majority of Americans do not have the luxury of a summer vacation like a school teacher and believe me I am so grateful and appreciative of the time I do get off. But, it is always a little sad to say goodbye to the long summer days. As soon as I see the students and get settled into my classroom, it will be second nature and hard to imagine ever not being in the classroom with those particular students. The only really difficult part of the school year starting is the inevitable loss of summer’s sunlight that will be exchanged for winter’s snow. Therefore, Laura and I set out on Monday to hold onto summer just a little longer with a full day at the beautiful Good Harbor Beach in Gloucester. At the end of the day, we packed up our little campsite and bid the sand and surf adieu until next year.
Welcome to Good Harbor!
Despite being a random Monday in August the beach was PACKED but we still enjoyed ourselves even though we had to share the shore 😉
The obligatory feet in water shot. The water was freezing cold. So cold that I felt my shin bones freeze and Laura and I dared each other to dive into the waves. Which we did three times.
See those two mansions out there on the cliff? Yes, that is where we live.
Laura reading at our campsite for school.
I brought The Art of Racing in the Rain and have fallen in love with this story. It is funny, poignant, and makes me want to snuggle my puppies ever closer. I am devouring the novel as my last summer read.
In mid July David and I were able to fly down to Florida to visit with his brother, sister-in-law, and their littles. Each year around the fourth of July we make our trek down for a long weekend of fun and sun. This year we met our newest little nephew only 14 days old. When we arrived a tropical storm was trailing us, promising to keep us indoors during the visit. Somehow though, it broke up allowing us all to enjoy the outdoors. We had a picnic at the beach at sunset, went to a cookout in a local park to honor the Navy Reserve, took walks around the block, had a massive water balloon fight, and just soaked up as much time together as possible. It is always so hard to leave on Monday. I wish I could pick up Florida and place it right next to Massachusetts so that we are only a short drive from one another.
Uncle David meets our newest nephew. They are both rocking the same hairdo.
Just a little beach nap at sunset.
Setting up our camp site. We packed blankets & fried chicken and sat in the sand between sea turtle nests.
Nothing beats this view
Did not done a bathing suit this time, but still had to put my feet in.
The little guy woke up right before it was time to head home. First visit to the beach at just a few days old not to shabby.
Our niece and nephew splashing around in the waves. They are fearless, beautiful, little fish.
A little family portrait? Gosh do I want us to start a family. Holding little boy really made that desire apparent. Maybe someday…
While we were there, I was reintroduced to ramen noodles and fell in love with that salty, noodle soup
Kid races at the cookout. About to launch off for the potato sack race.
David and his littles
Puppy playtime with Parker & Buster
A snack at my favorite spot, Flour Bakery
Walking around Boston in the rain
Roses after an afternoon thunderstorm
New haircut. What do you think?
The SoWa Market in the South End
Some more of SoWa. Man did we eat a lot that day. Free Samples always get me, and we left with some local treats!
Lunch time at Lola’s in Natick