it has a good beat and it's easy to dance to

it seems i have gone off the reservation with posting. well, at least posting about actual time versus that illuminated by nostalgia. jenell recently commented that she checks her email more frequently from ghana than i do in the united states. and so it goes.

this is the deck at my cabin. it's raining and is completely sunny, something indiscernable in the photo. that's the thing about photos, i guess. sometimes they fail to capture the very thing you were trying to encapsulate. "it has a good beat and it's easy to dance to" is a robyn-topic-hummism revealed on the pontoon. well, she says it's actually from american bandstand. either way. sidenote: my mom used to dress up to watch american bandstand because she believed they could see her through the tv. that rocks. my mom have spent a lot of time at the cabin, just the two of us. during this period, we have consumed substantial amounts of wine. she is obsessed with toasts. even when we are only drinking soda. here is a toast that impelled me to bust a gut, probably because she said it with a straight face. "first of all let’s toast to motherhood, daughterhood, and the love between us.” maybe it isn't funny in the retelling. and maybe i am a jerk for saying something heartfelt is funny. so it goes. either way, my love for my mom is only heightened during this sojourn.

here are some feet. specifically, mine and elizabeth's. i love feet. but not in a weird, creepy way.

and here are elizabeth and i. funny how a glass of wine becomes two bottles without really noticing. moments after this photo was taken we began dancing around the kitchen. impromptu dancing is one of my interests, remember. and, who can't love the friendships that never suffer with time and distance? i feel lucky to have a few of what brian deems "love pockets." traveling sans jet lag is friendship in a love pocket. if only the analogies on the sat were so comprehensible...

and here's a shot out of the sunroof in maverick, a.k.a. my car (named after tom cruise's character in top gun... hey, i was 16), taken on the drive back from milwaukee. taking pictures while driving? unsafe. but driving with the windows down and the radio blaring is priceless. funny how things that were once commonplace become more special since living in india made them rare...


wouldn't it be fabulous if "it has a good beat and it's easy to dance to" could sum up an entire life?