I’m really great at hibernating. Hibernating means sweatpants, giant pots of coffee, and eating all day long. With Hurricane Sandy visiting us for a few days this week, I was given the opportunity to practice my hibernation skills. Since we knew about this weather event for nearly a week before it showed up, I got…
flashbacks to summer…. and neon tanks. It feels like it’s been awhile since I actually wrote something. Something of value and meaning. I have a lot of thoughts spinning in my head and heart but no real direction for writing them down. Maybe that’ll come to me this weekend. Until then, feel free to noodle…
I’m a fan of doing things myself. It might not always be less expensive, but it’s always a learning experience. Last year at Pheasant Fest in Vermont, two nice portly gentllemen showed up and slow roasted a pig. While they did that, I picked some apples, drank a few beers, and in general… wore stripes.…
The weather is getting a bit cooler in Boston and that pretty much means fleece is acceptable for so many more activities. I can now wear it to work, on my couch, on errands, and even to bed. What? I like my bedroom chilly. Time for some snuggs. Fleece was also a million times appropriate…
I’m off to Vermont for this long weekend. If you are looking for five keywords as to why this will be amazing, I’ll give them to you: foliage fleece pig roast bonfire barn party And that’s pretty much just the start of it. This is the second year that I’ll be spending Columbus Day in…
It’s Fall. And I’m adjusting to it. I always get sad when Summer ends. I remember all the fun adventures. Walks outside. Roofdeck beverages. Endless ice coffees. But then, I remember the Fall means I can wear sweatpants and fleece. And it means brewing an entire pot of coffee on a weekend …. for myself. …
