We went hiking last Sunday up on top of Bradbury Mountain. This was the foggy view from the top. By the time we made it to the bottom, the sun had burned all the fog away!
We are enjoying the last few weeks of August, being out and about. Milo is loving the playground, as always. I think tomorrow we are gonna hit the beach in the AM.
Maine is so beautiful this time of year. And if I can entice any of our dear readers to visit, now would be a fantastic time. Also I will be performing on Friday, Sept. 9 at the Space Gallery on Congress Street in the evening. Myself and Catherine will be doing our debut of the Dirty Dervish Delight, in an outdoor bonanza. If any of you are questioning what this Dervish Delight is, I will elaborate. It is Roller Burlesque, but we will be keeping out much toiled over costumes on!
So come one, come all!
Milo sends his love from nap land, and please do go into Flickr and enjoy the new photos.
Ciao!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Monday, August 15, 2005
goddess gathering, getting out and getting down
In New Hampshire this weekend was Gailstorm's annual Goddess Gathering at her beautiful home.
It was warm and sunny, and the goddesses were afoot in the wood.
I was honored to attend. Here are some photos from an evening well spent. It was my first away from Milo and was an amazing experience to sleep alone in my tent..........
thank you, Gail and all you wonderful godesses Callie, Kaitlin, Laura, Jen Hag, Joanna, Megan, Erin, Maria, Karen, Brooke, Jamie, Willow, Rebecca, Mary, Amy, The Mom and daughter who I never got their names, Debbie and her Dominque, The Glow Girls, Duke, and one woman who I didn't speak with, and last but not least Lucia, Lucy, Lucie........and Chris for making it possible for me to attend.
I look forward to next year with a huge smile...........
It was warm and sunny, and the goddesses were afoot in the wood.
I was honored to attend. Here are some photos from an evening well spent. It was my first away from Milo and was an amazing experience to sleep alone in my tent..........
thank you, Gail and all you wonderful godesses Callie, Kaitlin, Laura, Jen Hag, Joanna, Megan, Erin, Maria, Karen, Brooke, Jamie, Willow, Rebecca, Mary, Amy, The Mom and daughter who I never got their names, Debbie and her Dominque, The Glow Girls, Duke, and one woman who I didn't speak with, and last but not least Lucia, Lucy, Lucie........and Chris for making it possible for me to attend.
I look forward to next year with a huge smile...........
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
2 hats are better than one
Gram left this morning, in the haze of a very early morning. We had a fun week with brake replacement and beach journeys, plus an excursion or two to the wading pool. We had a roasted chicken and bacon. We laughed alot. I finally learned how to use the sewing machine! (Thanks Pat!)
Milo is getting huge. He loves the sand and surf. Flinging wet sand and rocks. Muttering crazy words like "onoff" and "ishy". At Dr. Balzer's this week he weighed 24.7 and was 31 inches long. He started climbing with a vengence in the apartment. He even climbed into the toy box this week. (please see photos)
We are making plans for many a Philly journey this fall, stay tuned!
Big ups to Nina...!
Milo is getting huge. He loves the sand and surf. Flinging wet sand and rocks. Muttering crazy words like "onoff" and "ishy". At Dr. Balzer's this week he weighed 24.7 and was 31 inches long. He started climbing with a vengence in the apartment. He even climbed into the toy box this week. (please see photos)
We are making plans for many a Philly journey this fall, stay tuned!
Big ups to Nina...!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
getting into trouble
Last week Milo visited the ER because he had a high fever. Turns out, he and his friends caught the cocksackies (please note this is a phoenetic spelling) virus. He has recovered from his illness and is up to good old trouble again. Chris caught him in the cabinet beneath the sink caught behind the pipes. No matter to Milo, he still stopped to smile for the photo.
Chris is off this weekend and we hope to make the most of it. Festival of Nations here we come.....
Chris is off this weekend and we hope to make the most of it. Festival of Nations here we come.....
Thursday, July 28, 2005
A flashback photo...
i got the mic So sorry about the long delay for all those starving Milo fans... Last week Milo was sick with a fever.. nothing too bad. I have to upload the photo from the other day when he was stuck under the sink! well worth the wait!
Originally uploaded by zavodk.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
all down hill
Well summer is under way here in Maine. The fam took the day to go to the oaks and hit the playground. Milo met up with his old pal Nate for a good time around the park. The Maine sin inlater summer, fall is the best, it almost feels magical.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Fun with the son
Hi Yall,
Well today we went to Two lights State park with Milo. This is one of the most spectacular places along the Maine coast. It really is breath taking walking alog the cliff right above the ocean. Complete with grills! Milo had a blast avoiding the poison hedges! the dogs were damn good
Well today we went to Two lights State park with Milo. This is one of the most spectacular places along the Maine coast. It really is breath taking walking alog the cliff right above the ocean. Complete with grills! Milo had a blast avoiding the poison hedges! the dogs were damn good
a poem for Gladys
I drove over rutted farm roads,
through woods & marshes
caught your tree first in my field of vision
5 stories tall and sitting on a hill
its limbs knotty & furled with your photographs
like leaves and newspaper clippings hung high
& dancing in the ever changing Maine sky
below the tree, a stack of books opened
and a horse with a mournful eye
& you a girl
asleep in the pea patch-belly full like a turnip
your house a silent clapboard museum
the fields left to the birds & in the barn
stood your old airplane, sundusted soft, light filtering through the cracks and windows
In an old woman's dream there are vegetable patches,
with corn, cucumber & carrots
there are sneaky sisters & lost brothers
horses along the beach,
fragile fingers poking at an electric typewriter
forgotten friends who call, a cat whose name is no longer remembered
there are always cats- you said
& dogs who slept in the barn with the mice who dared to creep
which beside lay a road
not many drove upon
a grove in the far corner of the field hidden along the forest line-irrigation ponds which housed a thousand birds in the fall, a step ignites their rapid flight
with you hlding my arm, to steady against there migration
the hydrangea morph from white to pink
color caught & plucked to dry among the rafters
& rocks that your father rolled
in the trees your brother's climbed
the moss has grown on the bark
branches fallen and regrowing
lying in the brush
they taken your broom, the garden's now weeded through
the bulkhead locked and tied
your house stands alone
a cup on the counter
flys awakening in the window wells
you've moved on
eating memories as you lie awake far from home
a friend on a train, a hand you held, a bridle, a little girl's favorite food
a grandfather's face against the deep wooden walls,
a hand leaving no impression
your a child in Salem, with the two French girls on the boulevard
at the church that rocked its Baptist feet
forever moved
presently your arms ache to make the motion of climbing
to the highest point of the tree,
where your airplane awaits
for you-
the only woman to guard our jagged coast.
through woods & marshes
caught your tree first in my field of vision
5 stories tall and sitting on a hill
its limbs knotty & furled with your photographs
like leaves and newspaper clippings hung high
& dancing in the ever changing Maine sky
below the tree, a stack of books opened
and a horse with a mournful eye
& you a girl
asleep in the pea patch-belly full like a turnip
your house a silent clapboard museum
the fields left to the birds & in the barn
stood your old airplane, sundusted soft, light filtering through the cracks and windows
In an old woman's dream there are vegetable patches,
with corn, cucumber & carrots
there are sneaky sisters & lost brothers
horses along the beach,
fragile fingers poking at an electric typewriter
forgotten friends who call, a cat whose name is no longer remembered
there are always cats- you said
& dogs who slept in the barn with the mice who dared to creep
which beside lay a road
not many drove upon
a grove in the far corner of the field hidden along the forest line-irrigation ponds which housed a thousand birds in the fall, a step ignites their rapid flight
with you hlding my arm, to steady against there migration
the hydrangea morph from white to pink
color caught & plucked to dry among the rafters
& rocks that your father rolled
in the trees your brother's climbed
the moss has grown on the bark
branches fallen and regrowing
lying in the brush
they taken your broom, the garden's now weeded through
the bulkhead locked and tied
your house stands alone
a cup on the counter
flys awakening in the window wells
you've moved on
eating memories as you lie awake far from home
a friend on a train, a hand you held, a bridle, a little girl's favorite food
a grandfather's face against the deep wooden walls,
a hand leaving no impression
your a child in Salem, with the two French girls on the boulevard
at the church that rocked its Baptist feet
forever moved
presently your arms ache to make the motion of climbing
to the highest point of the tree,
where your airplane awaits
for you-
the only woman to guard our jagged coast.
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