Pete came home last night after being in Los Angeles shooting a commercial for an entire week. While I’m used to frequent one-night trips, anytime he goes away for a week or so it feels particularly challenging. When I was living in NYC I didn’t flinch during these business trips since I was surrounded by close friends and family that could scoot over in a pinch. Up here, though? I’m pretty alone. Mentally, it doesn’t help that I had a horrific incident involving ambulances and pregnancy loss during one of his last trips. The nervous nelly in my mind keeps shouting, “There will be another emergency! Just you wait!” every time he leaves, trying to convince me to lay low, stay in, be mellow and maybe buy a bubble to reside in until he returns. What fun is that though? I won’t give in to the crazy talk. Quite the opposite. We killed it this week.
I’m blown away by October in New England, you guys. Every few minutes I feel compelled to pull over and take a picture because look at it! Everyone should move here to keep me company and gaze upon the insane beauty. Fall in Massachusetts is the jam.
Oh, hey sun damage and wrecked wrinkle face! What’s up roots? Can’t you just see the exhaustion from battling ghosts all night? Also, I’m starting to look my age, which makes me feel the ultimate sadness.
Lotte had her first caramel apple the other day. She took one miniscule nibble of the gooey surface, plopped it on the wooden coffee table and said, “I don’t understand this.”.
I have a vague recollection of a childhood field trip to Old Bethpage where I ate a candied apple, threw up, and had to spend an hour sitting on the bus before my group returned for the trip home, so yeah, I agree with her.
Out of all the pumpkins in the patch she chose this one. It’s about the size of a grapefruit and completely stemless, but she gasped out loud the second she laid eyes on it.
My heart is bubbling with love.