August 31, 2011

I feel so alone without you

Charlie and his friend Aliza played last night at a local café at an open-mic night! I am biased, naturally, but they were pretty good! Charlie's guitar solo at the end is impressive. It's just over five minutes. They wrote the song themselves.


August 24, 2011

Twinsies!

The second day of work back in late June, I wore my off-white blouse with the black blocking on top and cute visible zipper in back. My new colleague (and next-door work neighbor) Lori told me she had the same exact blouse. I made a vow there and then never to wear the shirt to work again.

Until earlier this week. Lori had an idea. "Let's pick a day and both wear our shirts," she said. "It'll be fun!"

Always game for a goofy challenge, I complied. Last night at the end of the day we reminded each other: "Tomorrow is our day!"

It was fun to see her this morning, she looked totally adorable. No one batted an eye until we decided to take a little stroll though the halls together around lunchtime. Some noticed; some didn't. It was a fun distraction to break up an otherwise doldrums sort of day.


Lori and Susie at work.


August 22, 2011

Avalon of the heart

One of the highlights of our summers here in the US is getting to spend time with our friends in Avalon, NJ. We can always be guaranteed good laughs, mighty-fine food and engaging conversation (not to mention heavy-duty exercise). Avalon is one of my favorite places to take photos!

We were there last weekend. We had a few nice hours on the beach and some great games on the tennis court. But mostly it was a stormy weekend, with amazing colors and light.


Nina basking in the sun.

Ginger keeps watch.

Early morning at the beach

This is one upset seagull

Beach

Nina swimming

Nina fetching her ball in the surf. 

Beach buddies.

Storm moving in

View from the balcony

August 2, 2011

Regatta redux

My sisters and I, back in the day, spent a lot of time at the river when our brother was a big rower. We were there, we said, to support our brother, but we had ulterior motives: to swoon over my brother's crew friends. We were so goofy and obvious; we bugged our poor brother to death wanting to know if this one or that one had a girlfriend (or, even worse, "liked" one of us).

This past Saturday, I was once again on the riverbanks to watch another rower: our son Charlie. He did a crew camp for one week and they had a mini-regatta for the parents. It was so fun to see the kids in the boats. Charlie said he learned a lot, and he really seemed to like it.

Watching him race, I was reminded of my brother. They could be twins separated by a generation.