What I did this weekend
A blog's an odd, self-conscious platform - especially a one-woman show. Neither diary nor public record; just one more key-hole view on it all.
In FromaCafe I don't (yet) have an axe to grind (save to vote out the current administration) or platform to stump. I'm largely apolitical. My strong opinions run from regions I think deserve more tourism, to people I like and pictures I think look nice, more than to anything more aggressively partisan.
That's what makes sifting through the subject matter - life minutia, unformed musings, writers I like (to quote) - and orchestrating the on-screen transitions between them, so hard.
This, for instance, is an awkward one. Having railed against the leisure-life of Condi Rice, how to now turn blog's attention towards my own, entirely leisure weekend?
No good way, here it is.
This past spring, R and friends came up with an extremely good plan. While others scrambled for Hamptons shares, they (Han Willem and Jasja actually) found this spectacular house and nabbed it for the months when summer's ended.
Which, for most of America, began with this past Labor Day.
For us too.
While other said their goodbyes to BBQ's, we began settling, spreading.
And now I can report. Back from 3 days in this house, in the dark but enormous downstairs bedroom (off the library) with its own patio.
The weekend:
Swimming in the pond. Kayaking (on the pond). Also (future) rowing/canoeing on the pond.
BBQ-ing: steak, burgers, fancy fishes and end-of-season corn.
Sitting, congratulating group on choice of house.
Playing with Hudson, owner's dog. Resident Golden Lab.
Reading vanity press tomes of Clermont's history: pious Dutch ladies and lots of drinking.
Drinking wine, beer, vodka, bloody marys, beer.
Eating cherry pie.
Playing with the dog.
Napping. Writing. Thinking. Looking at flowers.
Buying the newspaper in Germantown, coffee in Tivoli.
Visiting my house-to-be's barn.
Picking wild flowers.
Eating tomatoes and basil from the vegetable patch.
Talking grimly of the disasters in the south but, well, being very far from it.
A weekend for feeling blessed (spoiled). More to follow.
Sun-dappled c
In FromaCafe I don't (yet) have an axe to grind (save to vote out the current administration) or platform to stump. I'm largely apolitical. My strong opinions run from regions I think deserve more tourism, to people I like and pictures I think look nice, more than to anything more aggressively partisan.
That's what makes sifting through the subject matter - life minutia, unformed musings, writers I like (to quote) - and orchestrating the on-screen transitions between them, so hard.
This, for instance, is an awkward one. Having railed against the leisure-life of Condi Rice, how to now turn blog's attention towards my own, entirely leisure weekend?
No good way, here it is.
This past spring, R and friends came up with an extremely good plan. While others scrambled for Hamptons shares, they (Han Willem and Jasja actually) found this spectacular house and nabbed it for the months when summer's ended.Which, for most of America, began with this past Labor Day.
For us too.
While other said their goodbyes to BBQ's, we began settling, spreading.
And now I can report. Back from 3 days in this house, in the dark but enormous downstairs bedroom (off the library) with its own patio.
The weekend:
Swimming in the pond. Kayaking (on the pond). Also (future) rowing/canoeing on the pond.
BBQ-ing: steak, burgers, fancy fishes and end-of-season corn.
Sitting, congratulating group on choice of house.
Playing with Hudson, owner's dog. Resident Golden Lab.
Reading vanity press tomes of Clermont's history: pious Dutch ladies and lots of drinking.
Drinking wine, beer, vodka, bloody marys, beer.
Eating cherry pie.
Playing with the dog.
Napping. Writing. Thinking. Looking at flowers.
Buying the newspaper in Germantown, coffee in Tivoli.
Visiting my house-to-be's barn.
Picking wild flowers.
Eating tomatoes and basil from the vegetable patch.
Talking grimly of the disasters in the south but, well, being very far from it.
A weekend for feeling blessed (spoiled). More to follow.
Sun-dappled c
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