Monday, March 18, 2013


When Alanna and her friend went away on their writing retreat, C, D and I stayed home and had a Daddycation. Inspired by a Sparkle Story of the same name, we spent the weekend doing lots of fun, new and special things.

Saturday was sunny and warm so we spent most of the day outside. In the morning we went to a park near C's school for some playtime and tree climbing. After that we went out to lunch and feasted on vegetarian Vietnamese food.

On Sunday morning, which was drizzly and chilly, we went to the Museum of Flight. It was our first time there and we didn't really know what to expect, but it was AMAZING!!! We saw hot air balloons, helicopters, flying cars, jet packs, hang-gliders, space shuttles, and, of course, tons and tons of planes large and small. It was a blast and we can't wait to go back.

Jets and a helicopter:

In the space exhibit:

C on the hang-glider simulator:

This main room has over 40 different airplanes:

The Amazing Flying C!

D in the cockpit! 

Sunday, March 10, 2013


The first thing I saw this morning when I opened my window was a bald eagle perched on a pole, head turning slowly, constantly, surveying the vast sea.

 The pole, sans eagle

I wish I could wake up to this sight every morning... but obviously, I am not at home. This weekend, a friend and I went away, just the two of us, to a marvelous beach house for a writing retreat. It is only the second time I've been away from the children overnight. Though I missed them (and Brett), we really had a grand time.

We camped out in the living room with our laptops, listening to the Head and the Heart on Pandora, writing (I'm now about 1/3 of the way through the second draft of my novel!). Whenever I'd get stuck trying to come up with the perfect word or sentence, I could just look out the window to watch the swooping sea birds, or the rippling blue ocean.

We walked down to a farm store and came back along the beach. We took off our shoes to feel sand between our toes.

We cooked dinner and lingered over our meal for a good hour (!), with a glass of wine (!!).

Now we are back. Now the work week begins. But we will start it refreshed, filled up with the memories of salty sea air and good food cooked together and words written well. Tomorrow when I wake, that bald eagle, miles away, may once more be perched on the pole, surveying the beach morning.

Someday, I'm sure, I'll see him again.