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Comments on an article about "bone broth" becoming a hipster trend:

"Congratulations, hip white trendoids with a penchant for fad diets and nutritional woo: you have discovered soup. Well done."
"Isn't that what "stock" is? Like beef stock, chicken stock... You know boiled animal parts you season and make soup with?"
"Yes, but we can't call it that, or the white hipsters can't Columbus it."
"But the real question is "what did they think soup was made of before this?"
"Everything delicious will be discovered and given magical toxin-curing properties, and then will be priced out of range of the people who actually normally eat it."
"I really can't with this nonsense. One would think with the whole "slow food" aspect of hipster eating trends that they MIGHT ACTUALLY BOTHER TO LEARN WHAT FLAVORS THEIR FOOD"
"Bwahahahahaha. Bone broth."
"Yes, because "soup bones" didn't exist as a term or a thing before now."
"The best thing I ever saw from a bone broth aficionado/hipster-in-all-manners-of-food-fads was a post on Facebook with a picture of her bone broth saying, "I know this is going to cure the flu I came down with this week! If you get the flu, try bone broth!" I was like, "Oh, how novel! Except this sounds like the advice my grandmother gave me 30 years ago to try some homemade chicken soup (with broth made from, you know, chicken carcass) when I was sick. NOVEL AS HELL."
"Columbusing has gone so far, white people are starting to Columbus WHITE THINGS."

So, anyway. Thanksgiving vacation went very well. It was sweet and quiet and seeing my parents is always always always wonderful. I was worried Mom and I might have Discussions about my health, but all was well. Adam got a rental car from his boss in exchange for working an AV job in Manhattan while our car was at a mechanic's. So, on Saturday, Adam and I drove to New York City. He worked in Times Square to set up AV/IT stuff for a medical conference in a hotel while I lounged in our separate hotel a few blocks away, working up the courage to walk all the way to 5th Ave and back. I passed Rockerfeller Center, I found stimming toys in "I Love NYC" shops, Adam bought me a bottle of my favorite perfume, Euphoria by Calvin Klein. We ate pizza, fried ramen, caprese sandwiches. I had coffee at one of the best coffeehouses I'd ever been to. On Tuesday, Adam's job ended and we drove back to Maryland. Adam's car was still in the shop in Virginia near his workplace, and it was two more days before he got it back. It had stopped running originally. It's fine now, but we were told to start looking at new used cars over the next few months to a year. The station wagon is a 1999, after all, and Ford may not have parts anymore.

I haven't been feeling well in general. But I have stuff that makes me happy.
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Things are moving along very very well. Mom and I haven't even gotten annoyed at each other, not once.
Adam and I traveled through Sag Harbor and Southampton cheerfully. My parents gave me prepaid gift cards, which I spent at Provisions in Sag Harbor and Second Nature in Southampton, both small local natural health shops that sell some products I can't find in Whole Foods, Roots, Dawson's, etc.
Dinners here have been fantastic, between Mom and Adam as chefs. Mom gave me several pairs of jeans, which she hemmed, as well as jackets and blazers. But the best was a pair of beautiful black Doc Martens ankle boots that zipped up the sides and featured perfectly fashionable soles with incredible tread. They look like these, with silver buckles for a visual fashion look. http://www.ebay.com/itm/NEW-Womens-Dr-Martens-Leather-Black-Silver-Zipped-Ankle-Boot-size-6-/221295045046?_trksid=p2054897.l4275 I am seriously in love; these are like the ideal ankle boots for me, with my spastic ataxic hemiplegic cerebral palsy. Mom always sends me home with clothes that no longer fit her, so I know full well to pack light. But oh, these boots. Oh, how perfect.

Yesterday, I did have an intense fibromyalgia flare with extreme fog and fatigue, which was all right, because I was able to take naps throughout the day.

Today, I was overloaded and overwhelmed a bit, and I did have a complex partial seizure, which Mom and Adam soothed me through. When I'd woken up this morning, the hemiplegia was in full force, causing near-paralysis. Adam helped me stretch, and then Mom came up to help as well. We wound up playing Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock with my left hand. Success was achieved, and I got dressed without incident, pulling on a beautiful sweater vest from Mom's collection. Dinner is still being made. Turkey, brisket, meatloaf, all the sides. The menorah is out, some pagan symbols are around, we've been watching science shows, shows about quantum physics and the supernatural, and atheist documentaries. Now Adam's Playstation is showing Futurama. Ideal.
Also, we watched Pacific Rim again last night. Mom hadn't seen it, but as she has always been a Godzilla fan, she appreciated all the kaiju themes.

Everything is truly going well. This may be the first Thanksgiving where Mom and I did not argue even a little. Especially now that we can discuss the autism and other neurological issues I've been having. She knows me so well, but now we can really get to understand my brain. Beautiful.

Also, according to today, Adam and I have been together for fourteen years. 14 years. Yes.
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We started out at 7:00 this morning, made a few stops, and got to Sag Harbor around 2:00 this afternoon. Now at my parents, digesting dinner, watching television quietly, and getting ready for an early bed. The rest of the week will see us going around Southampton and Bridgehampton and relaxing with pizza and bagels.

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Oh, gods, tonight has been a Baclofen plus Codeine night, and I may need Soma shortly, two hours later. I hate that. The medicine makes me feel wonderful and euphoric, but it is only because the pain makes me feel so miserable and horrible.
My happy non-medical relief has come from watching the Science Channel with my beloved science-minded husband and discussing quantum physics in science fantasy.

I've painted my nails with Divine Wine from Sally Hansen Nailgrowth Miracle Nail Polish, which is a deep dark blood wine red with golden sparkple. I will be wearing a red dress and red lipstick after all. I always wind up applying too many layers in general. I've packed Natural Sienna, from the same collection, a deep milk chocolate brown with deep antique bronze sparkle. I think Divine Wine, Natural Sienna, Perfect Plum, Forbidden Fudge, Mighty Mauve, and Beautiful Berry are my favorite shades from the Nailgrowth collection.

Tomorrow, Adam and I will have plenty of time to finish packing and run errands. I've been tossing random paperback books into my large luggage bag, books I've needed to finish anyway. Ray Bradbury, Neil Gaiman, Seanan McGuire, Catherynne M. Valente.
I am still thrilled that I don't feel any anxiety - yet.

Tons of meditation, often while performing the gentle stretching exercises from physical therapy.
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I have a new dress. It is a real dress. It is a strapless red nearly ankle length dress with a black ribbon around the waist and black trim around the bust. The bodice fits snugly. The skirt is flowing and loose enough to spin in. It is a shiny material. It is a shiny dress. I have a lacy little cotton jacket to conceal bra straps and to feel more comfortable and less shy.
I feel weird in a dress
like this. It is fine for weddings and parties and things. But it stuns me. It confuses me. It startles me. Thank gods for the black jacket shawl thing that comes to my waist. I have opaque black tights, black socks slouched because I need foot padding, and fancy black ankle boots and my shiny black butterfly cane (because fuck you I'm disabled). But I am fascinated by this dress.
No one who sees this dress would ever think I would wear it. I will have dark satiny red lipstick and shimmery black eyeliner and I will try to blend into the background because I am still too shy at gatherings and this dress waves hello.
I will eventually need another dress. One that is not so "Holy shit, is that Joanna? Whoa." A dress in purple or blue, hopefully. Maybe a Grecian style that helps accentuate my curves without making the curves stand out too much.
Oh my gods, I want dresses. Me. The girl who wrinkles her nose at dresses. Pretty dresses. Fancy dresses. Semi-formal dresses. I feel weird.

Applying red nail polish with extremely shaky, spastic hands is fascinating. My fingers look covered in blood and wine and liquid rubies. It's kind of awesome.

Packing for vacation always feels weird and funny. I'm too used to being at home, with the cats and my books and my comfort zone. However, amazingly enough, there is no anxiety, no nervous feeling, no worry, not like all the other times since 2001. Klonopin and Zoloft are good.
I will wear my pretty red dress with the long black shrug and I will be at my cousin in law's wedding and try to not be noticed, and then we will go to Sag Harbor and I will be surrounded by pure comfort and silence at night and the beach and the pier and a quiet quiet village and my parents.
Still, vacations make me feel twitchy and I really still don't know why beyond comfort zone issues. We don't need to leave until Friday morning, so I will have all of tomorrow to breathe. The cousin's wedding is on Saturday, and I can get through it, and I will have my cane, and if people want to talk to me, I will talk, but I will mostly sit and be calm. And then, the Hamptons, for a week, and I will be fine.
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It has been a strange and interesting past week. Mostly because I barely remember it.

Adam has been working locally down at the Gaylord National Hotel and Convention Center in DC. But he has been home, we have slept together on consecutive nights, it is fulfilling and wonderful as always.

I returned from my appointment at the National Spine & Pain Center in Rockville. New refills. Still need the knee x-rays. Tomorrow will be physical therapy and biofeedback at MedStar NRH National Rehabilitation Network in Rockville. My first biofeedback session. I am excited and eager.

I need to pack luggage for almost two weeks. I need to count out enough of all my medications, I need to make sure my charcoal dress and opaque black tights are folded and ready. I shall bring my prettiest cane, with the best rubber handle.

On Friday, we will leave in the early morning and drive to New Jersey. We will stay with Adam's aunt, Ann, overnight. On Saturday, we will get dressed up and go to his cousin Stephanie's wedding. Adam knows and adores every single cousin, and I haven't met many. Stephanie is very sweet and kind. I'm not nervous about being a wedding guest as a cousin by marriage, but I imagine the amount of people will keep the Klonopin close. Adam has a large and geographically close family. We will see his parents, coming up from Florida, and I shall be thrilled to see them, of course, but will hold back kindly many things.
(Libby is the epitome and encyclopedic definition of Jewish Mother Stereotype. Overbearance, manipulation, martyrdom, powers of guilt trip beyond that of mortal humans. Our wedding in 2005 became her wedding, naturally. Everyone worked to the bone to keep me from shattering under the weight of Libby's machinations, manipulations, and cheerful cluelessness about my attempts to make it more pagan than Jewish. There was compromise. No mention of any god in the vows. The chuppa was adorded with flowers and non religious art. The ketuba was painted by my artists parents with pagan and nature symbols. Adam wore the tallit. We drank the wine. Oh, we drank the wine. I walked down the aisle to the theme to "The Princess Bride." The bridal party walked to Steeleye Span's "Black Swan." Our first dance was to The Waterboy's "Universal Hall", and we danced to pagan songs. I have blacked out most of it, but for the beautiful ceremony, in which Adam and I stared at each other with glazed, crazed expressions of "I love you more than eternity, let's run off screaming." But oh, the love kept us sane enough.)

After Stephanie's wedding, Adam and I shall continue driving north, to New York, to east Long Island, to the Hamptons, to Sag Harbor. We will spent the entire week of Thanksgiving with my parents. During that week, my friends Charlotte and William will come by to check on the cats and the house. From Sag Harbor, Adam and I will leave on Saturday morning after Thanksgiving.
By that time, my mother and I may have driven each other crazy enough to say "I love you to death, now goodbye before I kill you. Mwah." Mom may be an atheist, but Jewish Mother is a powerful hereditary spirit. Her thing is food. My parents live organic with tiny meals and no sweets unless hand made. No bread unless organic. Vegetables from the garden every day. A perfect way to eat, truly. For them. That is fine, that is wonderful, that is not how I live permanently. My mother grills me on my food habits, my weight, my shape, my lifestyle, my sweet tooth, my spending, my wants versus my needs. Her way of control is to keep me in a tight life of maintenance. No wonder when I was a child I would sneak chocolate and candy. See, my mother and I are the Gilmore Girls. We are best friends. And best friends clash and drive each other mad. But I have always done that with her. Push and push back. I love her, we talk on the phone every day, but, well, what's to be done about a mother and adult daughter who know that the daughter is mentally a child and that the mother desperately wants to hover over? Rhetorical question, there.

Oh, why am I writing this? Do I need to vent something? I don't know. So much pain and fatigue and itching and heat these last few days. Heat and itching spreading across my head, ears, neck, face, chest. My friend Crystal gets the same thing as a part of her fibromyalgia. And so I sigh and take antihistamine pills and vitamins and anti-inflammatory supplements.

The cats. Oh, the cats have been marvelous. Watchful, loving, endlessly begging for hugs and brushing and treats and pure love. Rose is perched on the arm of the couch now, watching me, occasionally leaning in to nuzzle my cheek. I am waiting for my nail polish to dry. Sally Hansen Nailgrowth Miracle in Natural Sienna. A deep bronze brown with gold sheen. My new favorite next to Divine Wine, Radiant Rose, Perfect Plum, Wholesome Earth, Mighty Mauve.
And my nails are long, strong. I want to feel as strong.

There is no longer spasticity from the cerebral palsy thanks to the Ultram and Soma, but the fibromyalgia flare attack still lingers. Oh, well. I can work with that.

When Adam was in Las Vegas last week, he picked me up a beautiful fake diamond pin in the shape of an S-curved dragon. She has ruby eyes, a fake pink diamond in her mouth. I could not stop staring at her, grinning, giggling "Shiny" over and over, which pleased Adam. I keep her at my bedside. I have not named her yet. I may name her something that means 'luck' or 'power' or 'strength' or 'hope'.
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Adam and I got on the road at 7:00 PM. Made a few bathroom stops. Blew through Brooklyn at 90 miles per hour. Jersey Turnpike was quick as well. I tried to sleep through most of it. When we reached our parking lot, my head felt foggy and upset and dizzy.

So, upon returning home around 1:30 AM, we unpacked, I had a simultaneous seizure and mental breakdown due to stress, fatigue, exhaustion, and some emotional issues, I took Klonopin and Baclofen, and we slept long and hard.

I am fine right now, perky as I can muster. A very mild depressive episode, but that is to be expected after seizures combined with crying screaming wild anxiety attacks.

(Slightly related: I really don't like talking about this here, but that is what LJ is for, right? My mother and I keep having irritated emotional debates about my body, health, weight, finances, and mental idiosyncrasies. I admit, I consistently have a very insane anxious desire to buy stuff that I already have due to my bizarre fear that everything will disappear, but I've gotten much better, although Mom disagrees and often sends me emails in capslock, scolds me over the phone, and insists that I am a mentally ill addict; I can't deny that. My OCD issues concerning my spending are very very slowly getting under control, and those compulsions are fading more and more; but it takes time. You can't slap a bandage on something like this and watch it heal in a week. There is an active part of my brain that separates when these compulsions strike. The treatment will take months of Klonopin at the new dosage as well as therapy. But I know my sickness, I have admitted and embraced that I need help, I am getting help, and if anyone wants to fight me on it, my psychic teeth and claws have been sharpened to gleaming needles.)

This afternoon, we cleaned up, organized, admired the organization that Charlotte did all over the house, and played with three very happy adoring cats.

I painted my nails with a natural varnish from Honeybee Gardens, a color called Renaissance, a shiny rich burgundy red with subtle gold shimmer, which almost
matches my favorite Honeybee Gardens lipstick, Vintage Merlot, a very deep dark blood red with wine and brown tones and subtle gold sheen.

Jupiter is poking me insistently with both paws and headbutts. Cats come first, after all.

Also, since I completely missed the series premiere of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 on Nickelodeon, I am about to watch it online. My fingers are crossed that it will be fantastic. The voice actor lineup still cracks me up:
Leonardo (voiced by Jason Biggs)
Donatello (voiced by Rob Paulsen)
Raphael (voiced by Sean Astin)
Michelangelo (voiced by Greg Cipes)
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Ahh, having connections in the Hamptons. :-D
My mother's dear friend, Toni, has been one of her art models for years. Toni owns a salon in Montauk town. I spoke with Toni today. She is willing to give me completely free services because she has known me for most of my life and she adores me.
So, later this afternoon, Toni will pick me up, take me to the salon, color and style my hair and give me some other relaxing services for free, and drive me back in time for dinner with Adam.

This evening, Adam and I shall start packing everything we don't need for tomorrow, since Adam's job won't end until Friday afternoon. Mom and Dad will come pick me up and take me to their house. Adam will meet us after his job is done. We will all have a quick dinner, and linger over teary farewells until Thanksgiving. Then, Adam and I will start driving. We will arrive in Gaithersburg after midnight, probably around two in the morning. So, Saturday. My house and cats are fine thanks to Charlotte and her loving care.

All I know is that I have been so beautifully, wonderfully, awesomely relaxed. Yes, I have had chronic pain, fatigue, and various attacks of insert medical condition. But I have been able to push through the symptoms, ignore them just enough to feel as happy as possible, and enjoy everything the Hamptons could offer me during my quick stay.
So, I am quite happy. Because awesome.
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Yesterday, I spent my first full afternoon and night at Gurney's Inn Resort Spa hotel.
It's lovely.
Montauk Beach is right there, where the ocean rolls and pulls. The sound helps me sleep at night and relax during the day.
Yesterday evening, Adam and I went out into town for dinner. Most of the East End of Long Island closes around six or seven. We found Point Bar And Grill, which turned out to be perfect. I ate a bison burger with guacamole while Adam enjoyed mussels in garlic white wine sauce. At the IGA grocery store, I found the exact same mini cheesecake and mini flourless chocolate cakes sold in Gurney's little deli, with the same Gurney's label. The cheesecake is amazing. We picked up small food items to eat in the hotel room to avoid continuing to eat at the hotel restaurants.

Today, Adam was able to leave work early and met me at our room ahortly afer noon. For lunch, we went out to a clam shack called The Clam Shack, which Adam has wanted to visit for eleven years (we've been together for nearly thirteen years). Raw pearl oysters, lobster salad roll, Ipswich clams with butter. Vacations really are about the food.

No really, it's about the food. It's the Hamptons.

Also, I still feel terribly horrible. Sore throat, itchy eyes, severe fibromyalgia attack, neck pain, headache. But fuck that, whatever. I really don't care. I'm on vacation and I have been eating amazing food next to the Altantic Ocean in a fabulous Inn Resort Spa hotel the Hamptons. Repeat: Vacation. Amazing food. Ocean. Hamptons. Fabulous Inn Resort. So, hey, pain and stuff can fuck right off. Even though it won't. I will just yell at it with pills.
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You guys. YOU GUYS.
This is so COOL.
We took our own car, by the way, with a coworker driving the big truck.
So, Adam and I stopped at my parents' house in Sag Harbor to say hello and eat dinner. And then we drove the Montauk. We got two niights at an adorable little oceanside resort, but we will only use one because GUESS WHAT? Today and the rest of the week, we get to stay at GURNEY'S. AUGH.
http://www.gurneysinn.com/
WHARGARBL.
Adam will be working his job there until FRIDAY and the client wants him and the coworker close by. So we are staying at one of the best and most beautiful resort inns on the East Coast.
Eeeeeeeeeeee!
Vacation. Awesome. Whargarbl. Augh.
So. We have not had a room booked yet. So Adam will work, and my parents will come get me whileI sit in the lobby, and I shall spend the day in Sag Harbor until Adam gets our room and such and it will continue until Friday afternoon and OMG THIS WILL BE SO AWESOME YAY IN CASE YOU CAN'T TELL I AM VERY EXCITED.
I brought a huge pill bottle full of a weeks' worth of drugs and right now my body is rocking the Ultram, Soma, and Klonopin, and I am so ready.
Also I am eating a slice of cold pizza with extra mozzarella, from last night delivered to the hotel room. NEW YORK PIZZA YOUSE GUYS. IT WAS LIKE EATING MAGIC.

BULLETINS AS THEY OCCUR. FROM THE HAMPTONS.
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Also, I have an Ace bandage wrapped around my left wrist, arm, and hand because OMG PAIN leaving me sobbing wildly. It is mostly likely from repetitive strain injuries, because in the last few days I have been using my left hand more and more in ways it is not used to. Tonight will be a codeine with acetaminophen night.

The alarm has been set for eight and we plan on leaving around nine, so I must be refreshed as must as possible. I will fall asleep in the car anyway. That always happens. In my purse will be my trusty travel pill container and a small bottle of water. And of course there will be rest stops for snacks and restroom breaks.

I am very excited. And for once, I don't have anxiety that could affect my digestive system or any other part of my body. Thank you, Klonopin, Ultram, and Baclofen, which I did not have the last time I accompanied Adam on a long car trip. I think being so calm, relaxed, and in far less pain goes a long, long way. Because wow.
Anyone who wants to label Big Pharma as pure evil can do so, just not to my face right now. I am way too satisfied to make any arguments beyond "These drugs are helping me immensely and I am profoundly grateful. End of discussion." Of course, I will have my necessary supplements of herbs, vitamins, extracts, and compounds. I always do. Balance and harmony in everything.
I am feeling very balanced and harmonious. Yay. Peace out, all.
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I don't want to jinx anything, but so far it seems that Operation Montauk is still go.
See, Adam agreed to do a job up in Montauk, NY, which is part of the Hamptons, and which is also thirty minutes away from Sag Harbor, aka That Village What Where My Parents Live. And since I am on disability and home all the time, Adam made sure I would be able to go with him.
So, we will leave Gaithersburg on Saturday afternoon and arrive in Montauk that same night. We'll stay in the hotel (hopefully it will be Gurneys Inn Resport & Spa, the same hotel where the job will be, OMG please), and then when Adam starts work on Sunday afternoon, my parents will come pick me up and we will spend a day hugging each other and squeeing. And then Adam will join us, and we'll have dinner, and Adam and I will go back to the Montauk hotel to sleep, and then more parents again, and I might sleep in my old room in my little doll bed for a night or two, and then Adam and I leave on Thursday evening to come back to Virginia and Adam's work shop and then home to Maryland.

I'm just really really excited and I really really want to stay at Gurney's and I really hope the client is the one who pays for the room, because if Adam's boss pays we would probably wind up sleeping in a cheap motel. But in the end who cares, because SAG HARBOR WOOOO HAMPTONS WOOOO.
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Adam and I will begin packing up later today. Tonight, we will put all the bags in the car, and then tomorrow morning, probably just before sunrise, we will go out and put ourselves in the car, and begin driving. From Gaithersburg Maryland to Hartsdale New York takes just under five hours, not including traffic and rest stops. So we should be at Carolyn and Kelly's house between twelve and one in the afternoon. That will give us all day to be with them; we can eat Carolyn's wonderful home-cooked dinner, sleep in the beautiful guest room (which was my weekend bedroom during my college days, as their house was twenty minutes away from my campus), and wake up on Monday morning with them. We'll eat a good breakfast, then drive on out toward Long Island and Sag Harbor. That will take just over two hours not including traffic and stops. So depending on when we leave Hartsdale, we'll be at my parents' house any time in the afternoon.
My parents don't have internet access (they never use the computer in my bedroom as it is), but Adam being a computer tech will find a way to get us internet on our laptops. So I will probably be able to go online sporadically. If I don't post to LJ or read my Friends page, I'll just say goodbye now and I love all of you and I'll miss all of you (except Beca and James, who I will see in Sag Harbor on Wednesday, yay!).
Hopefully I'll be able to get online... but I'm not worried about it. :)
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Adam and I will begin packing up later today. Tonight, we will put all the bags in the car, and then tomorrow morning, probably just before sunrise, we will go out and put ourselves in the car, and begin driving. From Gaithersburg Maryland to Hartsdale New York takes just under five hours, not including traffic and rest stops. So we should be at Carolyn and Kelly's house between twelve and one in the afternoon. That will give us all day to be with them; we can eat Carolyn's wonderful home-cooked dinner, sleep in the beautiful guest room (which was my weekend bedroom during my college days, as their house was twenty minutes away from my campus), and wake up on Monday morning with them. We'll eat a good breakfast, then drive on out toward Long Island and Sag Harbor. That will take just over two hours not including traffic and stops. So depending on when we leave Hartsdale, we'll be at my parents' house any time in the afternoon.
My parents don't have internet access (they never use the computer in my bedroom as it is), but Adam being a computer tech will find a way to get us internet on our laptops. So I will probably be able to go online sporadically. If I don't post to LJ or read my Friends page, I'll just say goodbye now and I love all of you and I'll miss all of you (except Beca and James, who I will see in Sag Harbor on Wednesday, yay!).
Hopefully I'll be able to get online... but I'm not worried about it. :)
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Adam and I will begin packing up later today. Tonight, we will put all the bags in the car, and then tomorrow morning, probably just before sunrise, we will go out and put ourselves in the car, and begin driving. From Gaithersburg Maryland to Hartsdale New York takes just under five hours, not including traffic and rest stops. So we should be at Carolyn and Kelly's house between twelve and one in the afternoon. That will give us all day to be with them; we can eat Carolyn's wonderful home-cooked dinner, sleep in the beautiful guest room (which was my weekend bedroom during my college days, as their house was twenty minutes away from my campus), and wake up on Monday morning with them. We'll eat a good breakfast, then drive on out toward Long Island and Sag Harbor. That will take just over two hours not including traffic and stops. So depending on when we leave Hartsdale, we'll be at my parents' house any time in the afternoon.
My parents don't have internet access (they never use the computer in my bedroom as it is), but Adam being a computer tech will find a way to get us internet on our laptops. So I will probably be able to go online sporadically. If I don't post to LJ or read my Friends page, I'll just say goodbye now and I love all of you and I'll miss all of you (except Beca and James, who I will see in Sag Harbor on Wednesday, yay!).
Hopefully I'll be able to get online... but I'm not worried about it. :)

days go by

Nov. 15th, 2006 07:12 pm
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Counting down. On Sunday, Adam and I pack into the car and drive out toward New York. We're staying in Hartsdale with my godparents, Carolyn and Kelly, overnight. On Monday, we drive the two more hours to Sag Harbor, and will be at my parents' house around late afternoon. Beca and James will arrive by Hampton Jitney on Wednesday. Adam and I will leave on either Monday or Tuesday, but in between will be a week of beauty, silence, and home.
Home.
Home.

I cannot wait to eat a precious slice of pizza from Conco D'Oro's pizzeria.

days go by

Nov. 15th, 2006 07:12 pm
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Counting down. On Sunday, Adam and I pack into the car and drive out toward New York. We're staying in Hartsdale with my godparents, Carolyn and Kelly, overnight. On Monday, we drive the two more hours to Sag Harbor, and will be at my parents' house around late afternoon. Beca and James will arrive by Hampton Jitney on Wednesday. Adam and I will leave on either Monday or Tuesday, but in between will be a week of beauty, silence, and home.
Home.
Home.

I cannot wait to eat a precious slice of pizza from Conco D'Oro's pizzeria.

days go by

Nov. 15th, 2006 07:12 pm
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Counting down. On Sunday, Adam and I pack into the car and drive out toward New York. We're staying in Hartsdale with my godparents, Carolyn and Kelly, overnight. On Monday, we drive the two more hours to Sag Harbor, and will be at my parents' house around late afternoon. Beca and James will arrive by Hampton Jitney on Wednesday. Adam and I will leave on either Monday or Tuesday, but in between will be a week of beauty, silence, and home.
Home.
Home.

I cannot wait to eat a precious slice of pizza from Conco D'Oro's pizzeria.

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