We're at the Logan airport.
Did you know Harpoon was brewed in Boston? Turns, out, if their (their being the cafe we're lunching and beering at) wall map is accurate, our beer was brewed 1.5 miles from where we're currently sitting. Who knew?
As you know, I'm an "eat everything in case you die" traveller. And Nick is never going to turn down a beer or two. And so the Harpoon? It's a nice little product.
This was a hurry hurry trip, but so fun. It was so hard to say goodbye to my parents this morning. I'll post pics, hopefully tomorrow. I keep losing signal so it's pointless to try to upload them now.
Can I please just say that Maine is incredibly beautiful? Someone Nick knows described it as "God's country" - and it's conceivable he's right. Every time you turn around something is so beautiful it makes you catch your breath.
Are there more stars in Maine than in DC? I don't know, but the silky black that sneaks in after a heavy peachy-pink sunset and calls itself the night sky is just swarming with them. It takes your breath and holds it above you, just for a moment.
And you know me. I'm never going to be all promote-y of the countryside.
The truth is, I don't like being far from cities. I'm not someone who sees a country road and thinks "how lovely." Rather, I think, "Ah, fuck! It's only two lanes! Two lanes! And look how these people drive! Do you know how godddamn long it's going to take us to get there?!"
Yesterday, Betty and I had to stop behind a pickup truck, who was stopped in front of us, seemingly for no reason.
I was all, "Seriously, Maine country driver dude! And you're stopped because...?!"
And then we saw the family of ducks that was crossing in front of them.
So fucking cute it squeezed your heart. And made you realize you were in a hurry for. . .nothing. I'm just used to hurrying.
Just. . .fast. Why am I always moving so fast?
We spent a lot of good family time this weekend. My parents adore the crap out of Nick and he seems to like them back a whole lot. Ever since Chuck passed away, I've been on a huge "life is short" kick. I want to spend good time, and I want to spend it with people I love.
And why don't I spend more time stopping and smelling the roses? Or waiting for the ducks to pass?
I hope you all had a really fun 4th and an amazing weekend. I know ours was.
We're delayed but with any luck, we'll be back in DC this evening.
Hugs to all!
(And yes, if you're wondering, I'm very hugalicious lately. Life is short. Did I say that already? It is!)