Still in a bit of a jet-lagged fog. Twinkle has pretty much been at my side since arriving home last night.
Took many many photos…most of them have a blur about them, which is how the last ten days felt. There was heat, humidity and some heartbreak that I couldn't quite focus through.
The first few days were in Ohio, settling Blue in and saying goodbye.
There he is, up in his dorm room window. Miami of Ohio seems to be a good place, with a beautiful campus. On the first day, feeling the tears coming on . . . fortunately I made it to the bathroom, unfortunately there was another mom next to me at the sinks, fortunately she was very nice and offered me a hug, unfortunately she didn't know I don't do that, fortunately/unfortunately I was so sad I didn't care and let her.
On the last day, I found myself looking for anything I could do for him. As we said goodbye, handing him his favorite candy, cash, stamps, a letter that I hope was full of love and confidence, a tiny diorama of Seattle, a bagel from breakfast . . . anything to hold on to mama-ing him.
And then on to Providence, RI, to my sister's. Which was just exactly the right thing to do. The days were busy and relaxing.
There was the usual bird watching over morning tea and evening wine in her backyard.
Federal Hill, the Italian district, where the happy crowds were dancing and listening to the crooning of a Sinatra-like singer, and cake.
And museums and sites galore . . .
The "All of Everything" exhibit of Todd Oldham's fashions, RISDI Museum, Providence.
"Fishhook from Hawaii No. 2" Georgia O'Keeffe, MFA, Boston.
Courtyard of the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston.
"Moonrise" Ugo Rondinone, ICA, Boston.
Some of the work of Liz Deschenes, ICA, Boston.
"In Search of Vanished Blood" Nalini Malani, ICA, Boston.
"Spiral Woman" and "Untitled" Louise Bourgeois, ICA, Boston.
"Soundsuit" Nick Cave, ICU, Boston. (I wish I still had the blue bird and jay figurines like these from childhood.)
Detail at the Boston Public Library.
Pretty things we walked by . . .
"Shimmer" on the Congress Street Bridge, Boston.
A day of sea wading and bicycling on Block Island, RI.
The best meal of the trip- homemade pasta by my brother-in-law. There was much more too, more beaches, meals, lighthouses, boats, an old mill, duck pin bowling, late night chats, delicious cocktails, all in all, a very good break.
And now back to regular life, school starts next week, there is stitching that I thought a lot about, but hardly touched . . . much to do and catch up on. Hope you are all faring well.
