Monday, August 27, 2018

Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out!




















Last days of scrambling around packing and being lured out for coffee, dog walks, dinner with friends who love Matt's cooking, a bon voyage garden party, a salty morning dip in the ocean, delightful family dinner at Rawa or just one game of darts....Frank's studio already closed, gardening tasks totally undone, dog just hoping for one more ball toss, Arlo off somewhere....

Who remembers the "Beach House" on Compo Beach in Westport? They closed the year Frank and I started dating.....one of the relics Jamie bestowed upon us is the scale we've been using to make sure all of our bags are within strict airline regulations.....it isn't the bulky things (like an old rusty scale with layers of cheese stickers) so much I love holding onto, but without them I'm afraid I will lose the attached memory. Just like Frank and I started out together then, we are moving off on another adventure together....next post from France (unless something interesting happens first)

5 comments:

  1. I am so looking forward to your time (journal) from France.Thank you for keeping in touch.xoxoxoxoxo

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  2. I am so looking forward to your time (journal) from France.Thank you for keeping in touch.xoxoxoxoxo

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  3. Love that you are blogging! See you on the other side!

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