“When I grow up I’m going to find out everything about everybody and put it all in a book.”
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Yesterday I went for a walk on the camp road, and before I had been walking for even a minute, a pair of HUGE pileated woodpeckers flew in from somewhere and landed on a couple of trees just a few yards off the road. I've only ever seen one of these birds a handful of times, and I've never seen a pair before. They were about to settle in to pecking some of those peculiar, rectangular holes, and I was trying to figure out how to use the camera on my cell phone when a snowmachine came by and they both flew off.
I share a birthday with Dr. Seuss. I am exactly one week older than Barbie, and much more sensibly shaped. My “spiritual home” is a musty, dusty, ramshackle family camp on a lake. I have spent every single summer of my life there, starting when I was three months old. I am so lucky. I married my second husband one day shy of eight weeks from our first date. We have four kids—one his, two mine, one ours, all grown up (more or less). It took me 31 years to earn a BA. I cook from scratch. I have had the same best friend since the second day of second grade. I love Kris Kristofferson, Stephen Colbert, and Jason Varitek. I miss Paul Newman, Johnny Cash, and my mom.