Spent the morning laying around and then at the park watching A play and taking photos of very good vintage garb before the camera broke then fixed itself but with a very disconcerting metal scraping metal sound each time it's turned on. This is the second camera in less than two years -- canon is dead to me.
More laying around while A took a nap and then to a cute house in a real neighborhood where kids still trick-or-treat door to door instead of going to the mall (what is this world coming to?).
What have we missed? We have about a month left to see/do/eat everything we want to on the east coast. If you have any experience at all with Washington DC, Virginia, Maryland or Pennsylvania tell us now so we don't miss out. Please. I implore you.
Gettysburg is one of the best places I have ever been. They've got it all - museums, monuments and malts. Also, we saw some very good antique shops and now I am able to tell the difference between a genuine Civil War era canon and a replica.
p.s. The title is for R who thinks it's very funny.
I wanted to walk to the tiny train museum but now I'm doing dishes and watching Robin Hood for the bazillionth time because it's raining and there are no umbrellas or other movies.
p.s. I want a pumpkin pie.
update: Woo hoo! Made it to the train museum after all.
You are the best for giving me rainbows better than this almost every day. You know what else is great? You don't trick people into thinking that sixty-seven degrees in the afternoon is a treat. I must admit, there are a lot of reasons to love the east coast, but the temperature is not one of them. Also, you have better beaches.
Sometimes I fall in love with cities. It happened in Santa Monica about nine years ago and again in Seattle when A was a baby. Now I'm adding Baltimore to the list.
Picked up this little beauty at the thrift shop the other day. Hours of fun, I tell you -- best two dollars I ever spent. My only regret is that I didn't pack a leotard.
Took a little day trip to Pennsylvania today where we stopped by the most incredible little pottery slash farmers market type roadside shop.
Every time we go on vacation I think I'd like that to be my life. To run a little roadside shop. Think of all the interesting people you'd get to meet who were just passing through. But then you'd have to stay in one place and maybe you would start wishing you were one of the interesting people just passing through instead of staying in one place with your roadside shop. I can't decide who I'd rather be. Are you a constant or passerby?