Other Things PMS Stands For

1. Psychotic Mood Swings

2. Pardon My Sobbing

3. Puffy Mid Section

4. Pass My Shotgun

5. Pimples May Surface

6. Pack My Stuff

7. Potential Murder Suspect

These are so funny, because they are SO TRUE!

Life Without the Internet...

It stinks! We were without Internet access at our house for almost ten days until it was finally restored today. It turns out that our modem was dead, possibly hit by lightning. I am so glad that it's all fixed now. I found life without the Internet to be isolating and very inconvenient. I couldn't go check the news and my e-mail and blogs and weather and anything else I felt like doing. For example, I was watching a Red Sox-Yankees game and the announcers said something about A-Rod being in the news again for something he allegedly did, but they didn't say what it was, and I couldn't go run to the Internet to find out. Another time I needed to get directions for an appointment and couldn't go on to mapquest them. Aargh! It made me realize how much I've come to rely on the Internet in my daily life.

The good things about no Internet were that I was able to get some other things done in place of the time I would have spent on the computer, and Peter and I spent more time together than we usually do in the evenings. So that was nice. But we're certainly happy to be connected to the world again via the World Wide Web. I've missed you, my blogging friends, and I've missed reading your blogs. Now, I need to go tackle the over 300 messages in my e-mail that have been waiting for me...

Weekend in New Hampshire

On June 15th we had our six-year wedding anniversary, and last weekend we celebrated it with a nice little trip to Portsmouth, New Hampshire. We left John in Massachusetts in the care of my mother and my sister Elizabeth and then we were on our way.

I was pleasantly surprised at just how nice Portsmouth was. It's an old seaport town, so it's got a lot of history as well as tons of cool shops and restaurants. Instead of staying in a hotel, we tried a Bed & Breakfast, since Peter had never stayed in one. It was a nice change, and the fresh homemade breakfasts around the dining room table with the other guests each morning were a real treat. We loved it! http://martinhillinn.com/

We stayed in the Typhoon Room. The floor was a bit sloped because it dated back to about 1815. I thought that was cool. I wondered about the many other people from those days up until now whose feet have walked those floorboards. Here's a picture and description of our room from the Inn's website: http://martinhillinn.com/typhoon.html

The Inn had lovely gardens out back.

We spent much of Saturday at Canobie Lake Park, an amusement park in Salem, N.H. that I went to from my childhood days up through high school. It was great to be back there, this time with my husband. The only bad thing was that it made me miss John a lot when I saw all of the kiddie rides and the new waterpark for kids and I knew how much he'd love them. So we're planning on taking him there, probably next summer.

I guess I shouldn't say that was the only bad thing. I made a poor choice and went on a circular ride at the end of the day and was nauseated for hours after. I had a feeling I shouldn't do it but I just wanted to try, thinking/hoping I wouldn't get sick. But apparently I can't go on fast circular rides anymore. With the exception of the nice, slow Ferris Wheel, they leave me way too dizzy and nauseated. I used to be able to do them just fine, so I guess it's a sign that I'm aging. My father is the same way, so maybe there's a genetic link. Thank goodness for roller coasters and non-circular rides!

Canobie Lake Park is a lovely, clean, old-fashioned family amusement park.

I nearly fell out of this roller coaster when I was a little girl. My Uncle Tommy was sitting next to me and he had to hold me in! I don't know what the ride operators were thinking letting me on it because I was just a tiny little wisp of a thing back then.

I love how the park is in the woods and right by a lake. I took this picture while atop the Ferris Wheel. You can see the Log Flume, one of my favorite rides.

This roller coaster was FUN.
This is the HUGE splash that the Boston Tea Party ride creates. The water feels so good on a hot day.

This is what happens to the bad girls.

Canobie Lake is beautiful.

On Sunday we got a good dose of history by going to Strawbery Banke, a settlement in Portsmouth dating back to the 1600s. ("Strawbery" is spelled with one r, according to how they used to spell it. So I guess I can let that misspelling go.) It's a very good place for history lovers to visit, as it has many beautiful old historic homes and gardens, with the houses going from the colonial era up until the 1950s, when the settlement/neighborhood closed. That's four centuries worth of history! In some of the houses people were dressed up and acting like the original inhabitants. I always try to keep a straight face with that but it does make me smile. I get a kick out of grown-ups playing pretend and getting you to play along with them. http://www.strawberybanke.org/aboutus.html

This was once the governor's mansion back in the 1800s. I like the widow's walk at the top.

This is the actual wedding dress of one of the governor's daughters. She had her wedding celebration there in the house.

Ascending a classic steep spiral staircase. Watch your step Peter!

The flowers and gardens were gorgeous.


I liked how the wooden planks in the living room of this house are painted this light color. It really brightens the room up nicely. It's totally impractical when you think of things like muddy shoes, but that's not a problem here since people can't actually go in the room.

This door reminds me of The Secret Garden.

Unbelievably steep! How in the heck did they walk up and down these things without falling?

Milky Ways are one of my favorite candy bars. This is what they looked like during WWII times. There was a cool 1940's shop set up with the products and prices just as they would have been back then.


I recognize that baby! I wish those prices were still the same today.

I really like the color and style of this house. My dream house might be this color.

This is one of the oldest houses in New Hampshire, built in the 1600s. I can't believe it's still standing!
Sometimes I really wish I'd lived back then.

The seaport is right across the street.


It was a wonderful weekend in a beautiful place!

I Hate Canker Sores

For the past week, I've had a large canker sore inside of my bottom lip that's been sucking the joy and normalcy out of my life. Canker sores hurt like heck! It's been making me miserable. It's amazing that, relative to the rest of the body, such a small little thing can have the big, awful effect that it does. It's difficult to talk and especially to eat because of it. I must have dropped a few pounds because when the pain is really bad (which is often) it's just not worth the additional pain that is caused by eating and drinking. Also, I feel guilty because I can't read books to John for very long or talk with him much because the pain is just too much. I can't go on much longer like this. I've been rinsing my mouth often with diluted hydrogen peroxide to clean the sore and using a pain-relieving Orajel medication, which helps numb the pain. For some reason, ever since my late teens, I get one of these about every other year, usually in the summertime. Maybe it's the increase in citrus fruits that I eat then. All I know is, this thing better be gone in the next day or so or I think I'm gonna die. I'm going to go write about our New Hampshire trip now to cheer myself up and distract myself from the pain of this cursed canker sore.

Murder in my Hometown

One of the bigger news stories today is the conviction of Neil Entwistle, who was found guilty of killing his 27-year-old wife and 9-month-old baby girl. I've been following this case with interest over the past two years because these murders took place in my hometown of Hopkinton, Massachusetts. What's more, they happened while I was temporarily living there in January of 2006. (We were in the process of selling our condo in New Jersey and house-hunting here in Connecticut, and Peter had started his new job in Hartford, so it was easiest for John and I to stay in Mass. at my mother's house during most of that time.)

It was big news in Boston when this double murder came to light, and the mystery quickly made the national news. Hopkinton is a pretty quiet town without much crime at all, which made it even more bizarre. I felt like I could relate in some ways to the victim, who was a young wife and mother who had a baby and was from Massachusetts and liked to do things like vacation on Cape Cod. I've felt that her husband was clearly and unfortunately guilty almost since the beginning. His apparent reasons for committing such a horrendous act come down to money and sex, two of the biggest potential vices out there. It's a sad story all around with no real winners. But I'm glad that we have a good justice system that will put him in prison for life now.

Here's the news story:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25372783/

The $1,300 Gift Ribbon

Oh, the price we sometimes pay for the animals we love. Two weeks ago, on Sunday, June 8th, I noticed that my cute little cat Brody who I love to play with was throwing up some liquidy stuff. On Monday, he was still doing it and he wasn't quite himself. By Tuesday I was pretty worried. He was still vomiting and he was just laying around, totally lethargic, and he seemed to be in pain when he walked (he couldn't really even run anymore). This was extremely unusual for normally active and mischievous little Brody. So I called the vet's office and they said I should bring him in that day, which I did, along with my little helper John.

The vet found that poor Brody's temperature was 104 and rising, and that he was extremely dehydrated. His X-ray didn't give much indication as to what the problem was. I had to leave him there overnight so that he could get IV fluids and some pain-relieving medication. Later that day when I was at home, something told me to go down into the basement. So I went down and there at the bottom of the stairs was a small piece of blue gift ribbon, all shredded at one end. I'd been down there earlier in the day but if it was there I didn't notice it. This was the probable answer to the mystery of what was wrong with Brody. Unbeknownst to me, he'd nabbed a curly blue gift ribbon that John had gotten around a little gift at his preschool ceremony on Friday, June 6th, and he'd eaten almost all of it. That's a potentially suicidal act when you're a cat.

I talked to the vet on the phone and told him what I thought it was, and so the next day, Wednesday, when Brody's condition still hadn't improved, he decided it was time to go in and do some surgery. Sure enough, there was the ribbon all bunched up and stuck in his small intestine. The poor cat! Fortunately the surgical procedure worked, and we were able to bring Brody home on Thursday evening.

He still wasn't himself for a few days, and his stomach was all shaved and stitched and very sore for him. It made me keep thinking about my C-section and how painful the recovery was from that in the first few days. Recovery from abdominal surgery is no fun for human or, apparently, feline. But after the first few days home he became much more like his usual self and seemed to be feeling a lot better. So he'll be fine, as long as he doesn't get into any more ribbons or things like that. We'll have to be very careful about that from now on!

The cost of this innocent little gift ribbon turned out to be a whopping $1,300. But a beloved little kitty cat who is alive and healthy again? Priceless.

Brody, post-surgery and home again, with his shaved and stitched-up tummy.

He has a funny little spot that was shaved on his leg for the IV fluids to enter. He looks like he's wearing a Michael Jackson or Madonna glove from the 80s. Ha ha!

Resting in comfort and just about back to normal. (The little stinker!)

The Celtics Rule!

Last night was a thrill for native Bay Staters who have any interest at all in basketball and sports. The Boston Celtics won the NBA Finals for the first time since 1986 in thrilling fashion, beating the L.A. Lakers by 39 points in Game 6. The Celtics were once the powerhouse of professional basketball with sixteen championship victories, but since 1986 and up until just last season, when they only won 24 games, they had definitely lost their magic. For them to turn it around like they did and win 66 games this season and go on to win the Finals was amazing! It was the biggest turnaround in NBA history.

It was even better that they won it in Boston, not in Los Angeles. Boston fans are very good about supporting their teams, and when those teams win big, the fans know how to celebrate. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to celebrate in Mass. with our teams when our teams win because: 1) the Superbowl will never be played in New England unless the Patriots get a super-dome stadium there, and 2) the Red Sox have won their last two World Series away from home...maybe this year they'll do it at Fenway! That hasn't happened since around 1918. So the victory in Boston last night was awesome for many reasons.

I used to like watching the NBA Finals when I was in middle and high school. I haven't really been into it since then, until this year. I'm not a big basketball fan, but this was a good series to watch and last night's win brought tears to my eyes. Perhaps its partly genetic because my mother and her family all lived through the Celtics heyday in Massachusetts back in the 60s, 70s, and 80s, and I've grown up hearing about those glory days with Larry Bird & Co. I hope the glory days are back for the Celtics like they are for the Red Sox. I might just have to take up an interest in basketball again if they are. One more bonus is that the team's general manager, Danny Ainge, is a Mormon. Go Celtics!

Confessions of a Frustrated Mommy

I love my son. I love him a lot and I have an affection for him that goes deeper than just about anything else. But lately, he's been driving me crazy. I've heard that the age of 3 can sometimes be more difficult than the age of 2, and I think that's what we've got on our hands here: the terrible threes. John was a pretty mellow 2-year-old. As a 3-year-old, he's still easygoing but he's also more...bratty. I mean that in the nicest way possible, "but there it is" (as Elizabeth Bennet said in Pride and Prejudice).

John isn't difficult to handle most of the time, but he's definitely been testing Peter and I a lot more in the past few weeks by doing such things as simply disregarding us when we ask or tell him to do something or to stop doing something (like getting a kick out of kicking Mommy in the car. Ouch! You brat!). Sometimes it's total and utter disobedience, which is difficult for a control freak like me to know how to handle. What happened to my compliant little angel? Now he's a non-compliant little angel.

I wish I'd been able to potty train him earlier, because with his older age he's much more stubborn and set in his ways, and it's such a challenge to get him to do his business on the toilet rather than in the Pull-Up. If this is what the age of 3 is really going to be like, then I hope March 8, 2009 will come very quickly. That's when he'll turn 4, but hopefully this phase will be long gone by then. It better be just a phase, and a quick one at that!

In spite of all of this, I have to end on a positive note. The challenges of parenting are difficult, but it's totally worth it. I am extremely grateful to be a mother and to have John as my son. I love that this is my job and my life's work right now. Now if only the job would get a little easier...

hot, Hot, HOT!

I love summertime and its accompanying warmth, but this heat wave we're in right now is intense and it came on pretty quickly. Today I've been fighting off a headache because of it. The heat has prompted me to make a list. As you may know, I love lists. So, here is:

My Summer Survival List
1. Water, lemonade, and various juices--I drink gallons upon gallons of this stuff during the summer, but still probably not as much as I should. I'd literally die without these drinks!

2. Air conditioning. Our house doesn't have central air, but we do have three good window units that are lifesavers. We put one in the living room, one in John's room, and one in our room. I love the people who invented air conditioning. They should have gotten the Nobel Peace Prize.

3. Sunblock. If I don't use it then my skin burns quickly and easily. I've been a pretty good everyday user of sunblock since my teens. No sunburns, skin cancer, or premature wrinkles and age spots for me! (Knock on wood.)

4. Lightweight skirts and t-shirts. I wear an outfit of these two things almost every day during the summer. So light and comfortable!

5. Sandals and flip-flops, because I've gotta let my feet breathe. Otherwise they'll stink. I'm pretty sure that 90% of the sweat glands in my body are on the soles of my feet.

6. Books, books, and more books. I love to read year-round, but I especially enjoy it during the summer, when everything is more relaxed and I tend to read a lot more "fun" books.

7. Lip gloss, another year-round staple. I need the moisture and the SPF it gives. Blistex Silk & Shine has SPF 15 and a light fruity scent and it's my favorite. My lips always have a nice healthy sheen to them when I use it.

8. Since I use sunblock and don't even try to get a tan, in order not to look totally like my very fair-skinned self I use a lotion with subtle self-tanners every morning. It gives my skin some color in a safe, easy, inexpensive way. I like Dove Energy Glow Body Lotion.

9. Mario Badescu Facial Spray with Aloe, Herbs and Rosewater. A few spritzes of this on my face, neck, arms, legs, and feet feels so good when it's hot out. And I love the light rosy scent too. http://mariobadescu.com/productDetail.asp?ProductID=152&CatId=1

10. Red Sox baseball games. It's good to be back in New England so that we can watch all of their games on TV again. I just love having a good ball game on in the background on a warm summer night. Baseball is definitely a summer staple in my life and has been ever since I started playing softball in 4th grade.

11. For some reason, when the warm weather hits, I start speaking in Spanish more often. I don't know what it is. Maybe I feel like I'm in South America because of the weather. I like it because it helps me to use the language that I spent years of my education trying to master instead of losing it. But I do need my trusty Spanish Dictionary sometimes for help.

12. Regular pedicures, because what winter does to my hands, summer does to my poor feet, in the form of calluses and rough heels. Yuck! Neo Nail Spa in Granby gives very good pedicures (including a nice calf and ankle massage) for a good price. It's been helping my feet to look and feel better than they otherwise would ever since I stopped wearing socks for the season a little while ago. The other good thing about a pedicure is it's nice to have your toenails painted when you see them all the time during the warm weather months.

13. My sunglasses. It took years, but a few months ago I finally found a pair that I love and that don't make me look bad. I got them for under $20 at New York & Co. They also have UV protection and are thicker on the sides to protect my eyes from the sun. I wear them almost every day and I love 'em!

Without these things, summertime would suck the life out of me. But it doesn't, and summer is my favorite time of the year. Of course, right now I'm writing this in air-conditioned comfort with a mug of icy lemonade at my side, which makes it easier to love the season even in the middle of a searing heat wave. Wait, it's not even officially summer yet. Yikes!

All Quiet on the Blogging Front

Hello there, my peeps and loyal readers (all two or three of you. I love you guys!). I have a number of things I want to write about on the blog, but not enough time to do it right now. I've been so busy this week, and I have a pretty busy weekend ahead too. So when I get some more time or when I need to procrastinate doing something or just when the blogging bug hits, I'll start posting more regularly again (don't worry, I won't deprive you too long).

Some of the things I've had on my mind to write about
-my review of the month of May
-politics (Obama, Clinton, McCain, and my choice for McCain's V.P. Hint, hint, it's not Romney!)
-Big Brown and the Triple Crown race on Saturday (I gave up watching horse racing this year, but I'm tempted to watch this race. But if I do it, I just know that something bad is gonna happen. I think I'll DVR it and if I hear after it's over that things went well, I'll watch. If not, delete. I want Big Brown to win and get the Triple Crown, which hasn't happened in thirty years, but even more than that I don't want any of the horses to get injured during the race. There, I wrote a blog post in a few short sentences!).
-The FLDS/state of Texas debacle and why this crazy group should be disbanded as soon as possible by its own members. I've been feeling frustrated for weeks over these people.
-Pictures of Peter's new desk (a vast improvement over the old one), my gardening and landscaping projects, and my in-progress makeover of our screened-in patio.
-Tomorrow is John's preschool recognition ceremony and I'll have to write a little something about that.
-Some more dresses and skirts that I like.
-My goals for the Summer of 2008, which I've gotten a good start on. One of the things is making a great difference in my life already. Stay tuned!

My Highlander "High"

Tonight I was reading through The Wall Street Journal (the namesake for this blog and my favorite newspaper...there's so much more in it than strictly financial business news). Anyway, I came upon a little car review section for three-row SUVs, which I'm in the market for and have been scouting out for months. I think I may have found one that will beat my much desired Lexus (much to Peter's relief). It's the Toyota Highlander Hybrid. It made it into the review because it gets better-than-average fuel economy for its class. The brief description reads "Deceptively large inside, this seven-seater hides its spaciousness on the road."

I don't think I've seen any of these models on the road yet, but I do think I happened to see one at a Toyota dealership this week when I was driving by, and I thought to myself when I saw it, "Now that is a nice car that would be worth taking a look at." I'm already a Toyota fan, having driven a Camry for five years; their cars are well-made and pretty much problem-free, and they're more affordable than Toyota's luxury line of Lexus. I like the way this car looks. It has a cute butt, which is always of utmost importance when shopping for a car (I'm only half joking). I like cars with cute butts. My current Camry has a nice front but its derriere is too boxy-looking. Now that we're not poor newlyweds anymore, I refuse to get a car that I don't like the look of in the front, back, sides, and interior. It's just not worth it if you're going to be driving it around almost every day of your life for years. Life is short...get a car you like! An added bonus is that this is a hybrid, which is of course a good thing these days.

So in August or September, we will be car shopping and hopefully getting a new car. I'm still interested in a Lexus RX400h and a few others, but the 2008 Toyota Highlander Hybrid is now a top "contender."

P.S. Feast your eyes on THIS: http://www.toyota.com/highlander/index.html. I'm not normally one to get all excited about cars, but I'm pretty excited now!

The Birthday Doggy

Today is my beloved mutt Christy's 13th birthday (that's about 91 in dog years). Happy Birthday to Christy! I'm very grateful she's still with me. As all dogs are, she's so much more than just another dog; she's my friend and constant companion and sidekick. We know each other so very well. I first held Christy in the palm of my hand when she was a tiny little newborn puppy. I was a 14-year-old freshman in high school at the time. Ever since then, Christy's been there with me and for me, through my high school years, my college years, getting married, and becoming a mother. How grateful I am to have had her by my side during these significant years of my life. Her loyalty and intelligence and her funny antics and zest for life have taught me many good lessons. She's the best dog I'll ever have!

I love how ticked off my little "devil dog" looks here.

Two of my most precious treasures:

(I have literally hundreds of pictures of Christy over the years. If I had a scanner, I'd include pictures of me with Christy from her puppy years up to just before John was born. I should get a scanner!)

Strange Dreams

I've been having strange dreams lately. Well, only two that I can remember so far, but that's a lot for me since I rarely remember my dreams. Last night I had a dream in which I was at home (it wasn't really my house, but in the dream it was) and there were snakes slithering around and then hiding, so Peter couldn't catch any of them. They were all fairly big, and one of them in particular was huge. It was such a scary dream. I'm pretty sure I know the reason for this one--a few days ago there was a little snake in our house and it was kind of traumatizing for me.

Then today I was exhausted, so I fell asleep this afternoon and woke up in the middle of a dream in which I was teaching my Primary class, only it was at another church I'd never seen before with a group of kids who I didn't know (but in the dream I did know the kids and it was my usual church). Someone was doing a puppet through a hole in the floor, and they were making the puppet give me an attitude. Um, okay. Dreams can be so strange with their funny, random little details and how they warp the familiar with the unfamiliar. They're like little movies that play in our minds, made by our brain power, our memories, our fears, and whatever else it is that goes into them. I guess they're just another one of the interesting things that our minds are capable of doing!

Tag! Things About Me

(How to play this game of tag: Post these rules on your blog. List the topics below with your answers. Tag five people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.)

Three Joys
1) Observing the beauties of nature.
2) Reading good books.
3) Raising my son.

Three Fears
1) I'm afraid that Peter, John, or I will die early. I think about one of us having cancer or something else that's a ticking time bomb in our bodies that we don't yet know about. It just about kills me (no pun intended) if I think about it too much. I'm so afraid of losing one of them, and of dying young myself.

2) I fear a home invasion. Two of them have happened in the state since last summer. Especially when Peter is away traveling, I get scared that someone will break in and do really bad things to us. So I'm meticulous about making sure all of the doors and windows are locked tight every night.

3) I'm afraid of a bear coming after me or John in our yard. I know it's unlikely to happen, but the bears do come out and what if?

Three Goals
1) Have another baby. Any day now would be nice! Maybe I'm just destined to have one child.
2) Get to the bottom of my To-Do list so that I can live a well-organized, happy, full life and do everything that I want to do in it.
3) Plant a vegetable garden this spring and have it be a success this summer.

Three Current Obsessions/Collections
1) Skirts and dresses. I love them and I'm addicted to them. I don't need any more but I can't stop shopping for them. I need help!

2) I am currently obsessed with SUVs and crossover vehicles. I am determined to get a new car by this fall. I've had my current one, my 2001 Toyota Camry, for almost five years. It's been a great car, but it's time to move on. For months I've been car-watching while I drive, and my heart has settled on getting a silver Lexus SUV/crossover vehicle with three rows, possibly two if it's roomy enough inside. Somehow I've gotta convince Peter that I must get this car. Every time I see a Lexus RX-300 I want it!! It is such a great-looking vehicle, inside and out. (See, I'm not shallow, I look on the inside too. Ha ha.)

3) Photo albums with memo spaces, and good stickers to put in them. After years of trying, I gave up scrapbooking. I've never been all that good at it and it takes too much time so it's hard to keep up with. I still do scrapbooks for mementos, but I keep them simple. For our photos, I get lots of nice photo albums with memo strips and I do photo journaling. Then I jazz them up with appropriate and tasteful stickers. I find it to be much more enjoyable, easy to keep up with, and I love the way it looks when it's done. So I'm always on the lookout for great photo albums and stickers now. You don't even want to know how much I spent on stickers alone at Michael's last month. There are some really nice stickers out there!

Three Random/Surprising Facts about ME
1) I'm a stickler for proper spelling, writing, punctuation, and grammar. Whenever I see these types of errors anywhere, I have the very strong urge to fix them. Sometimes I actually do fix errors when I find them. It makes me feel like I'm making the world a better place, taking down typos one by one. I've been like this for as long as I can remember!

2) I gave up a career in publishing to become a mother. I was thisclose to getting my dream job at a big publishing house (Penguin Putnam) in downtown Manhattan in the summer of 2004. I had the right contact (my NYU instructor was a V.P. at Penguin, and she liked me and was helping me) and the interviews for the position went well. Then I found out I was pregnant. Bye-bye, awesome job in the city, hello motherhood! Why couldn't that job have come around a year or two earlier? Oh well, I don't regret my choice to become a mother when I did in the least, and I feel that all things happen when they do for a reason.

3) I color code my closet and organize by sleeve length. (This is directly copied from Jessie's; no need to change it. I'm glad I'm not the only person who does this!)

I TAG: Katie, and um, I don't have enough friends who blog left to tag who haven't been tagged yet. How sad!

The Cayman Islands: The End

Our last full day of the trip was on Friday, May 2nd. It turned out to be a little disappointing, because Peter got really sick in the middle of the night on Thursday and was bed-ridden and miserable all day on Friday. We had planned on going out to Stingray City that day, which is a sandbar in the ocean where stingrays congegrate and will come right up and swim with you. They're supposed to be very friendly and gentle and we were really looking forward to experiencing that. We were also going to give snorkeling a try while we were there.

But those plans were cancelled, because we didn't want to go without Peter, and my mom and I were too chicken to drive the rental car around that much anyway. (The steering wheel was on the right side of the car, and they drive on the opposite side of the road there. Even just thinking about it confuses me. I'm sure that I would have been a driving disaster.) So we spent a low-key day mostly around the resort, relaxing, swimming, getting packed up, etc. It was actually nice to just relax for a day before returning home.

This is where Peter spent most of the day. (Well, here and the bathroom.) Poor guy! He ended up being sick for three more days after this one. None of the rest of us got sick, so it may have been something that he ate.
Our patio, draped with towels and swimsuits that were sitting out to dry. The pool was just beyond those plants out there, so we were nice and close to it, which was convenient.

That's me waving good-bye in the mirror.

In the evening, my mother, John, and I walked over to the beach before going to dinner. This group of boys was having such a blast playing in the water. Their energy and exuberance were refreshing to watch.

Sleepy Mommy and Johnny.

On Saturday morning we had to say good-bye and fly back home. I always feel a little depressed at the end of a vacation, and this time was no exception. We did many fun things while there, but not everything, and Peter getting sick on the last day sealed the deal...we'll be back in a few years! It was a wonderful vacation and I'll always treasure the memories, the photos, the mementos, and the experiences we had in the Cayman Islands. It's such a beautiful place. Everyone should go at least once in their life.

This is the airport. I took this picture from my seat on the plane. It's a small airport, so we had to walk up steps to the plane instead of going through a tunnel. How charmingly old-fashioned! I'd never done that before.

My mom and John as the plane was getting ready to take off. He fell asleep on her almost immediately and slept for 2-1/2 hours. That was nice!

I'll miss you, Grand Cayman. I'll be back!

When we arrived in Boston at 5:00 p.m., it was cold, raw, and wet. We were shivering when we were outside. Welcome back to reality!