i'd never seen a lavender moon
except for in my dreams.
but there it was,
escaping sunset and changing
its face
through pink and purple hues
in rapid, short, gasps -
hanging low over the outer banks
basking in the north carolina wind
caught between blades
of swaying beach grass
above the cool, shell shocked sand.
it climbed high into the
peach fuzz clouds
battling with the ever darkening blues of dusk
to be the most arresting view in the sky.
and as night fell dark and warm -
wrapped in stars and satellites -
the moon completed its cycle of color
and changed back to its flat face
of bone and teeth.
at peace.
Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Maybe Rove will go that way too...
Roxy has been out and about in the sweet backroads of Virginny and feels compelled to post a bit of news that she learned about one Mr. Jerry Falwell, the leader of the Morally Bankrupt.
It seems to be a confirmed fact* that Mr. Falwell's death wasn't reported 100% accurately.
While I must say it pains me to tell y'all that NPR was wrong, I am abso-posi-fucking-lutely happy as a redneck watching Nascar to inform you that Jerry Falwell did not die in his office at Liberty University as reported.
Your pal Roxy, while doing field research in Lynchburg, Virginia this past weekend, discovered that the Fartwell went out just like the King.
That's right folks, Jerry died on the shitter.
Which is so apropos since it really doesn't matter where he was - in the office or on the john - he was definitely full of shit.
And that is reason enough to resume posting on my blog.
*Fact confirmed in a bar by a reliable source who confirmed with EMT's on the scene.
It seems to be a confirmed fact* that Mr. Falwell's death wasn't reported 100% accurately.
While I must say it pains me to tell y'all that NPR was wrong, I am abso-posi-fucking-lutely happy as a redneck watching Nascar to inform you that Jerry Falwell did not die in his office at Liberty University as reported.
Your pal Roxy, while doing field research in Lynchburg, Virginia this past weekend, discovered that the Fartwell went out just like the King.
That's right folks, Jerry died on the shitter.
Which is so apropos since it really doesn't matter where he was - in the office or on the john - he was definitely full of shit.
And that is reason enough to resume posting on my blog.
*Fact confirmed in a bar by a reliable source who confirmed with EMT's on the scene.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Snow day, a memory, a birth and New Orleans
Today is a SNOW DAY! No work. Why I'm up doing email at 6:00AM I just don't know.
Today is Valentine's Day. Three years ago, I received a Valentine from my husband and first new that he "liked" me. Aww, how 6th grade. But, here we are married and happy - and about to leave for New Orleans to escape the frigid East.
This morning, I thought of last Valentine's Day. We were in a hospital saying goodbye to an extraordinary woman. We had spent the night before in the critical care unit, just below the maternity ward. Throughout the 18+ hours, we paced hallways, brought food, talked with friends and family, and crossed fingers and toes to cling to hope. That time was punctuated with strains of "Lullaby" from the hospital loudspeaker announcing to the world every new birth on the floor above us. I remember thinking of new life even when one was so close to leaving.
This Valentine's day began when I opened the email annoucing the birth of little Ethan. I cried for joy for Shalen and Pat. And then I shed tears of sadness for Remi who lost her mom last year on this day.
Later today, Oliver will arrive into this world for Amy and Travis.
The cycle continues.
Death, birth, renewal, and hope - what miserable and wonderful things. Life is too short, too serious most of the time. The only thing left to do is celebrate it all. Starting tonight, I plan to drink and flash with my husband, best friend, and Aunt in New Orleans. We will be celebrating those we lost last year (in order) - Sally, Claudia's dad, my great-gram and co-conspirator Ruth, Bettina's dad, Uncle Dave, Uncle Larry, and Gene.
In the crowd, we'll see their faces and our memories.
And I'll have some King Cake for you, because all the drinking I do is going to be for me.
Today is Valentine's Day. Three years ago, I received a Valentine from my husband and first new that he "liked" me. Aww, how 6th grade. But, here we are married and happy - and about to leave for New Orleans to escape the frigid East.
This morning, I thought of last Valentine's Day. We were in a hospital saying goodbye to an extraordinary woman. We had spent the night before in the critical care unit, just below the maternity ward. Throughout the 18+ hours, we paced hallways, brought food, talked with friends and family, and crossed fingers and toes to cling to hope. That time was punctuated with strains of "Lullaby" from the hospital loudspeaker announcing to the world every new birth on the floor above us. I remember thinking of new life even when one was so close to leaving.
This Valentine's day began when I opened the email annoucing the birth of little Ethan. I cried for joy for Shalen and Pat. And then I shed tears of sadness for Remi who lost her mom last year on this day.
Later today, Oliver will arrive into this world for Amy and Travis.
The cycle continues.
Death, birth, renewal, and hope - what miserable and wonderful things. Life is too short, too serious most of the time. The only thing left to do is celebrate it all. Starting tonight, I plan to drink and flash with my husband, best friend, and Aunt in New Orleans. We will be celebrating those we lost last year (in order) - Sally, Claudia's dad, my great-gram and co-conspirator Ruth, Bettina's dad, Uncle Dave, Uncle Larry, and Gene.
In the crowd, we'll see their faces and our memories.
And I'll have some King Cake for you, because all the drinking I do is going to be for me.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
"A Las Vacas*," part 3
Day 10 (Monday, 5.6.06)
Walking tour - Notre Dame, rose garden, big cheese, oldest tree in Paris, side streets.
Took boat tour of monuments on the Seine.
*btw - "a las vacas" is what heather said one night when she tripped over saying"a las vacaciones." yes we were drunk. so, we kept toasting to the cows.
Walking tour - Notre Dame, rose garden, big cheese, oldest tree in Paris, side streets.
Took boat tour of monuments on the Seine.
*btw - "a las vacas" is what heather said one night when she tripped over saying"a las vacaciones." yes we were drunk. so, we kept toasting to the cows.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
"A Las Vacas," part deux
Because there are so many pictures of Prague and Paris, I'm posting the second half of our trip in a few different parts...
Day 8 (Saturday, 3.6.06)
At Prague castle we admired the view:
saw St. Vitus Cathedral - both outside
and inside -
visited tempting castle alleyways,
and St. George's Basilica.
After a nap - we went to the Astronomical Clock,
Starometske Namesti plaza & Tyn Church,
Charles Bridge,
and spent the night lost in Bohemia.
Day 9 (Sunday, 4.6.06)
A little shopping and some final pictures before bording the flight to France.
Saw the Milka cow at the Prague airport - promptly took a picture.
Arrived St. Germain Des Pres hours later and went to the hotel:
Soaked up the view of the Seine and Notre Dame at a late dinner:
to be continued...
Day 8 (Saturday, 3.6.06)
At Prague castle we admired the view:
saw St. Vitus Cathedral - both outside
and inside -
visited tempting castle alleyways,
and St. George's Basilica.
After a nap - we went to the Astronomical Clock,
Starometske Namesti plaza & Tyn Church,
Charles Bridge,
and spent the night lost in Bohemia.
Day 9 (Sunday, 4.6.06)
A little shopping and some final pictures before bording the flight to France.
Saw the Milka cow at the Prague airport - promptly took a picture.
Arrived St. Germain Des Pres hours later and went to the hotel:
Soaked up the view of the Seine and Notre Dame at a late dinner:
to be continued...
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Paris Preview
I'll post the second half of our trip later today or tomorrow morning. In the meantime, enjoy Paris!
Le Tour Eiffel
On the Seine
Outside Musee d'Orsay
Le Tour Eiffel
On the Seine
Outside Musee d'Orsay
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
"A Las Vacas," the first week...
Leave Phoenix on Friday 26.5.06
Day 1 (Saturday, 27.5.06)
Arrive Siegburg. Stay at cute Hotel Zum. Party with friends and drink all five selections on the bevvy menu plus champagne, a glass of wine, and some beer. Stumble back to hotel.
Day 2 (Sunday, 28.5.06)
Shop Siegburg.
Go to lovely palace on Rhine.
Husband professess it is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
Spend time with friends.
Go to Dom in Cologne.
See some windows.
Go to biergarten.
Drink Kolsch. 
Day 3 (Monday, 29.5.06)
Catch metro to Cologne from Siegburg and do some shopping at H&M, my favoritest store. Drink coffee with hubby & Heather.
On the way back to Siegburg, fall UP the flight of stairs while trying to catch the train. Whine a bit about my finger, leg, and ankle.
Go to Bastei,
drink a Kir Royale and a bottle of wine, feel better.
Day 4 (Tuesday, 30.5.06)
Finger is completely f-ed, though ankle feels fine. Go to Apotheke in Siegburg to try and get a splint. No such thing. Instead, get Heparin syrum for swelling. Begin finger exercises as instructed by Physical Therapist friend Heather. Practice flipping people off, ice it down. Tape on mock splint
and go to airport to fly to Berlin. Take pictures of gnomes at the subway in Cologne airport. 
Fly to Berlin and go to KaDeWe. Go to dinner at lovely, traditional German restaurant in East Berlin. Eat great food and drink wonderful wine. Walk through city. Touch the Wall.
Feel monumentally sad at the way the human race destroys itself.
Day 5 (Wednesday, 31.5.06)
Visit Checkpoint Charlie,
see some awesome domes,
Charlottenburg,
, have coffee at cafe at Charlottenburg, 
and go to KaDeWe again. Have incredible evening with friends speaking German, Spanish, and Italian.
Thumb-press orechiette.
Eat mozarella, honeydew and fig vinegar salad, orechiette/gnocchi with sauce from scratch.
Polish off 5 bottles of awesome red wine and a couple of shots of hooch from Sardinia.
Completely love everything about life.
Day 6 (Thursday, 1.6.06)
See the Reichstag,
the Brandenburg Gate
and Die Drei Musketiere at the Berlin Opera House.
Day 7 (Friday, 2.6.06)
Wake up, take cab to Berlin train station. Notice awesome cleat sculpture in front of station. Read stories of World Cup teams and players. Take train to Prague.
Hotel Opera,
Vaclavske Namesti,
and dinner with wine at "Hot".
Win Kc3000 (around $100 American) at casino in Wencelas Square (Vaclavske Namesti).
Later this week - Part Deux including Prague Castle, Paris, and World Cup Stuff!
Day 1 (Saturday, 27.5.06)
Arrive Siegburg. Stay at cute Hotel Zum. Party with friends and drink all five selections on the bevvy menu plus champagne, a glass of wine, and some beer. Stumble back to hotel.
Day 2 (Sunday, 28.5.06)
Shop Siegburg.
Go to lovely palace on Rhine.
Husband professess it is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Spend time with friends.
Go to Dom in Cologne.
See some windows.
Go to biergarten.
Drink Kolsch. 
Day 3 (Monday, 29.5.06)
Catch metro to Cologne from Siegburg and do some shopping at H&M, my favoritest store. Drink coffee with hubby & Heather.
On the way back to Siegburg, fall UP the flight of stairs while trying to catch the train. Whine a bit about my finger, leg, and ankle.
Go to Bastei,
drink a Kir Royale and a bottle of wine, feel better.Day 4 (Tuesday, 30.5.06)
Finger is completely f-ed, though ankle feels fine. Go to Apotheke in Siegburg to try and get a splint. No such thing. Instead, get Heparin syrum for swelling. Begin finger exercises as instructed by Physical Therapist friend Heather. Practice flipping people off, ice it down. Tape on mock splint
and go to airport to fly to Berlin. Take pictures of gnomes at the subway in Cologne airport. 
Fly to Berlin and go to KaDeWe. Go to dinner at lovely, traditional German restaurant in East Berlin. Eat great food and drink wonderful wine. Walk through city. Touch the Wall.
Feel monumentally sad at the way the human race destroys itself.
Day 5 (Wednesday, 31.5.06)
Visit Checkpoint Charlie,
see some awesome domes,
Charlottenburg,
, have coffee at cafe at Charlottenburg, 
and go to KaDeWe again. Have incredible evening with friends speaking German, Spanish, and Italian.
Thumb-press orechiette.
Eat mozarella, honeydew and fig vinegar salad, orechiette/gnocchi with sauce from scratch.
Polish off 5 bottles of awesome red wine and a couple of shots of hooch from Sardinia.
Completely love everything about life.
Day 6 (Thursday, 1.6.06)
See the Reichstag,
the Brandenburg Gate
and Die Drei Musketiere at the Berlin Opera House.
Day 7 (Friday, 2.6.06)
Wake up, take cab to Berlin train station. Notice awesome cleat sculpture in front of station. Read stories of World Cup teams and players. Take train to Prague.
Hotel Opera,
Vaclavske Namesti,
and dinner with wine at "Hot".
Win Kc3000 (around $100 American) at casino in Wencelas Square (Vaclavske Namesti).
Later this week - Part Deux including Prague Castle, Paris, and World Cup Stuff!
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