The Tarbox Toyota waiting room is full. Apparently, no one uses headphones. Voices, both speaking and singing, at various volumes and tempos are being shared with all. It’s a disorientating, anxiety causing cacophony of discordant…
There is a rhythm to this day. It’s a nice slow jam. It’s waking up in a cocoon and lingering in warmth, Alexa still playing our ocean wave sleep sounds. It’s belly breathing 1 2…
It’s quiet. My evening’s entertainment is spicing up some apple cider, watching flames dance and, of course, looping and pulling some super-luxe-squishy-cozy yarn. Truthfully though, this quiet is intense. I forgot how quiet country-quiet can…
I just woke up after the last sleep in the first bedroom I actually remember. This will always be my room. Slanted ceilings and built-in dressers and shelves creating super cute nooks. My grandpa built…
We’re tucked comfortably into our room with a view. It’s been a long day-not in the unpleasant sense that that phrase usually references as pretty much all moments of today have been pleasant. The 282…
The rhythm of my days is vastly different now than it was mere months ago. All my days are “no alarm” days-days I used to celebrate with childlike giddiness. My body still wakes by 7…
I woke this morning, knocked gently on the door to our guest room/office and said a quick good morning to Chris. It’s really nice to be able to do that. Waking downstairs, I noticed our…
This was not a hold hands with your honey promenade; not a Sunday-driver stroll. There were clues. The author of Weekend Walks in Rhode Island had laid it all out, “you will be scrambling up,…
Yellow Bowl Love Baby blue was actually all I needed today… IMO Bacon Jam is by far the mostest goodest, savory-sweet condiment to ever top a burger, sammie or simple cheese topped cracker. This is…
My mission today included finding a bathing suit. Ugh. Sigh. I thought back to relaxing on the beach last weekend where bodies of all sizes, sporting bathing suits of all styles, confidently sunbathing, walking, playing…