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Sunday, August 9, 2009

Hello Everyone!

I realize I have left you on the edge of your computer chairs in anticipation. My hair.....well, could be worse! It came out the color of a carrot, and so we had to buy another box and the only color that would cover it was a pretty dark brown. It passes for normal, which is good enough for me right now:)

As for the weekend, on Saturday evening my husband and I drove to the water with Roxie grinning away in the backseat. Here are a few photos:

Today I met up with one of my best friends from highschool, and her mom made us waffles. It was a treat! Then I went to about 15 outlet stores and came home empty handed. Not necessarily a bad thing. I was in dire need of the help of my genius shopper friend, who was away on a fabulous camping trip, but I got to see her and her family this evening, which was great!

I just hung up the phone with my friend and coworker Beth, and we decided to go kayaking after work tomorrow. We are lucky to work on a college campus and too rarely take advantage of all the wonderful and free activities it has to offer!

So that is my "weekend update". I hope you all enjoyed yourselves this weekend. I have a very special trip coming up next weekend. Can you guess where we are going???

8 comments:

kendalee said...: Sounds like a GREAT weekend Sheila! The sea, loved ones, shopping that didn't cost much, waffles... who could ask for more?

And kayaking sounds like a lovely way to round off a day. It's a very, very long time since I've done that and then it was only a couple of times but I have vivid memories of it and those late afternoon/evening sessions were my favourite - warm light, calm waters, close to nature... magical. Enjoy!

Are you going camping next weekend? Or is it farther afield?; August 10, 2009 at 12:32 AM
in another lifetime said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; August 10, 2009 at 7:59 AM
in another lifetime said...: It is farther afield my dear....guess again!; August 10, 2009 at 7:59 AM
onesilentwinter said...: thank you for watching the house!!! it was great to see you and your new look!; August 10, 2009 at 8:21 AM
Beverly Ash Gilbert said...: It's so good to jump into your posts again and the story of your carrot hair makes me giggle. Did you grab a photo?

Your weekend sounds like it was wonderful - water, waffles, friends, kayaks... hope your upcoming trip is fabulous.; August 10, 2009 at 9:32 AM
♥ Boomer ♥ said...: Love these photos!!! ♥♥♥; August 10, 2009 at 7:26 PM
kendalee said...: Europe? South America? Asia? Canada? Africa? Can you gather that I'm just guessing wildly and randomly? ;) Oh so many exciting places it could be, and I'm all excited now on your behalf! Can't wait to hear... :); August 11, 2009 at 2:51 AM
Unknown said...: i know exactly where you are off to... Peru! : )

but madame where is the photo of the hair????

have a gorgeous time there. i am super excited for our project when you get back and to see all your photos.

big hug for you. i miss you lots.; August 11, 2009 at 6:55 AM

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Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson

The Hour I First Believed, Wally Lamb

The Bookseller of Kabul, Åsne Seierstad

The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, Maggie O'Farrell
"Esme stares at the spiked rocks. She stares and stares until they begin to lose their third dimension, until they begin to look unfamiliar, insubstantial. Like the way words said over and over become just a slurry of a sound. She says the word 'word' over and over in her head until she hears only 'dwur-dwur-dwur'. She is aware of those numbers, the two and the eight, trying to find a place to slip back in. They have been lurking at the edges where she pushed them and they are mounting an assault, a break-in. She won't have it. She will not."

The House of Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
"But as for the old structure of our story, its white-oak frame, and its boards, shingles, and crumbling plaster, and even the huge, clustered chimney in the midst, seemed to constitute only the least and meanest part of its reality. So much of mankind's varied experience had passed there, -so much had been suffered, and something, too, enjoyed,- that the very timbers were oozy, as with the moisture of a heart."

The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
"She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things"

The Life You Can Save: Acting now to end world poverty, Peter Singer
"In the United States, 97 percent of those classified by the Census Bureau as poor own a color TV. Three quarters of them own a car. Three quarters of them have air conditioning. All have access to health care. I am not quoting these figures to deny that the poor in the United States face genuine difficulties. Nevertheless, for most, these difficulties are of a different order than those of the world's poorest people."

Kiss Me Like a Stranger: My search for love and art, Gene Wilder

Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
"I walked into an office building one afternoon in a hurry, dashed into the waiting elevator. As I rushed in, I caught an unexpected glimpse of myself in a security mirror's reflection. In that moment my brain did an odd thing-it fired off this split second message: 'Hey! You know her! That's a friend of yours!' And I actually ran forward toward my own reflection with a smile, ready to welcome that girl whose name I had lost but whose face was so familiar......Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend"

The Kindness of Strangers, Katrina Kittle

The Alchemist, Paolo Coelho, translated by Alan Clarke
"'Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,' his heart said. 'We, people's hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, towards its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them- the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place. So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won't be heard: we don't want people to suffer because they don't follow their hearts.'"

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
"For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves;"

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
"The room hovered around me with great gentleness, as if the chairs and the tables and the walls were witholding their weight out of sympathy for my sudden frailty"

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