hmm. it's been a good weekend.
we went away for the weekend. stayed just outside of camden at sugar valley bed and breakfast. a beautiful sprawling farmhouse, french decor and huge windows with picturesque views of a large pond, full of waterfowl, beyond a treefull of twittering birds right outside the window of our room. it would've been a real-life nightmare for our dear friend, lauren, who has an insensible fear of birds of all kinds. the room we chose was called "the brown room" and it was decorated with paintings of owls and other bird-kind. the lamps in the bathroom were curved necks of birds, in gold. when we went out for a walk, david antagonized the swans by simply standing as close the edge of the pond as he dared. they glared at him, fluffing up their wings and arching their necks, laying their heads against their chests. they swam beside us as we walked down the drive to the gate that lead to the cow pasture and woods; they were there to escort us on our walk back up the driveway to the house. it's funny that swans have been used to decorate cakes at weddings, in a head-to-head formation, their defensively arched necks inadvertantly creating a heart, the symbol of love. i suppose they love each other, their family and home, just not people...
saturday: after a delightful breakfast of farm-fresh eggs, bacon and hashbrowns, coffee-cake, fruit, fresh-squeezed orange-jc and coffee, we took a hike through the grassy hills of the cow pasture and down to the river, following it through the woods and to a clearing that over-looked the water as it spinned along. we sat in the sun and watched the progress of the stick david had thrown in a little-way up- it stuck in a spot where the water dropped a level over a fall of rocks, but, eventually, the rush set it loose again and it bobbed away.
we spent the rest of the day in oxford, poking our heads in at a few of the shops and ending up at the little starbucks, reading and watching queues of college girls. we amused ourselves by assessing the practicality of their personalities by observing their shoes. we overheard a nearby conversation, one girl explaining to the other why she had two cups of coffee: the first one wasn't hot enough- because she likes her coffee really hot she asked for another. evidently so that she can't drink it for the first half-hr she owns it and, so, has a reason to carry it around, making it a legit accessory. a friend told us that he has a theory that only beautiful people attend miami university. a book called "off the record" at the bookstore and our own observations seemed to confirm this. we were rather humbled, though we had made extra effort to look our best: david wore a collared shirt under a v-neck sweater and i wore a creme-colored ruffly sweater with a silky bow (a gift from cheryl and kari) over a pink shirt with khakis. i suppose i gave my true-self away by choosing to wear my old gray birks instead of my hi-heeled, sqaure-toed boots, but at least i was comfy. we had dinner at BW3's (my first visit to the chain- i'm looking forward to a return) and took a short-cut "home".
stayed up late, ate another great breakfast, chit-chatted with frank and marcia...
we arrived home late this afternoon and i promptly took a nap, while david, working off his coffee-buzz, brought in luggage, cleaned up the kitchen, started a fire, etc... before waking me.
tomorrow it's back to real-life. teaching at ansonia in the morning. maybe helping dad with some cleaning in the afternoon. catching up with friends in the evening. it's all good. love, me.
we went away for the weekend. stayed just outside of camden at sugar valley bed and breakfast. a beautiful sprawling farmhouse, french decor and huge windows with picturesque views of a large pond, full of waterfowl, beyond a treefull of twittering birds right outside the window of our room. it would've been a real-life nightmare for our dear friend, lauren, who has an insensible fear of birds of all kinds. the room we chose was called "the brown room" and it was decorated with paintings of owls and other bird-kind. the lamps in the bathroom were curved necks of birds, in gold. when we went out for a walk, david antagonized the swans by simply standing as close the edge of the pond as he dared. they glared at him, fluffing up their wings and arching their necks, laying their heads against their chests. they swam beside us as we walked down the drive to the gate that lead to the cow pasture and woods; they were there to escort us on our walk back up the driveway to the house. it's funny that swans have been used to decorate cakes at weddings, in a head-to-head formation, their defensively arched necks inadvertantly creating a heart, the symbol of love. i suppose they love each other, their family and home, just not people...
saturday: after a delightful breakfast of farm-fresh eggs, bacon and hashbrowns, coffee-cake, fruit, fresh-squeezed orange-jc and coffee, we took a hike through the grassy hills of the cow pasture and down to the river, following it through the woods and to a clearing that over-looked the water as it spinned along. we sat in the sun and watched the progress of the stick david had thrown in a little-way up- it stuck in a spot where the water dropped a level over a fall of rocks, but, eventually, the rush set it loose again and it bobbed away.
we spent the rest of the day in oxford, poking our heads in at a few of the shops and ending up at the little starbucks, reading and watching queues of college girls. we amused ourselves by assessing the practicality of their personalities by observing their shoes. we overheard a nearby conversation, one girl explaining to the other why she had two cups of coffee: the first one wasn't hot enough- because she likes her coffee really hot she asked for another. evidently so that she can't drink it for the first half-hr she owns it and, so, has a reason to carry it around, making it a legit accessory. a friend told us that he has a theory that only beautiful people attend miami university. a book called "off the record" at the bookstore and our own observations seemed to confirm this. we were rather humbled, though we had made extra effort to look our best: david wore a collared shirt under a v-neck sweater and i wore a creme-colored ruffly sweater with a silky bow (a gift from cheryl and kari) over a pink shirt with khakis. i suppose i gave my true-self away by choosing to wear my old gray birks instead of my hi-heeled, sqaure-toed boots, but at least i was comfy. we had dinner at BW3's (my first visit to the chain- i'm looking forward to a return) and took a short-cut "home".
stayed up late, ate another great breakfast, chit-chatted with frank and marcia...
we arrived home late this afternoon and i promptly took a nap, while david, working off his coffee-buzz, brought in luggage, cleaned up the kitchen, started a fire, etc... before waking me.
tomorrow it's back to real-life. teaching at ansonia in the morning. maybe helping dad with some cleaning in the afternoon. catching up with friends in the evening. it's all good. love, me.
ps1. we signed up for netflix this eve.
ps2. maybe i'll post pics if they come out decent.
2 comments:
did you get the comment that i left you on david's site?
i love you!!!!!
gigi: '02 it was!
~d: we have mixed feelings about B&B's. very cozy and home-like for sure and a fabulous meal included in the cost. this last time tho we found ourselves feeling quite awkward, not sure of proper etiquette. how much do you include your hosts? they were so nice, but they seemed to expect some level of interaction we weren't able to provide. i felt like i should invite them to sit down to breakfast with us both mornings, or like we should sit with them by the fire and read... are you expected to leave a tip of any sort? don't know why, but we didn't feel the same awkwardness at the place we stayed at for our first anniversary. all that said, i love the ambience, meeting new people, etc... Recommendations are welcome.
lauren~ saw the comment :) did you get my email?
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