I Lied A Little.

Okay so I did take ONE little break to pick some wildflowers and drop off at the community center (people do things like that here). But how can I not share the wealth when pretty flowers like this grow naturally in my own yard? Alright - back to work.

Whoa K.

I am in major catch up mode after a weekend of sun and fun. Sigh. Now deadlines are creeping up on me and my desk is a disaster area - luckily I have two iced coffees to get me through the day. Fun, FUN posts soon - promise.

Miss You.

Today I wish my best friend was here. I've hung up a letter she wrote to me in our office. It's become a little corner of home - my favorite pillow's there and so is the afghan my Mom crocheted me for my birthday. I think I need a trip home soon!

Beach Babe.

I spent almost my entire weekend on the beach thanks to the beautiful weather that FINALLY has arrived. On Friday Lobsterman and I had a beach lunch cookout. As you can see by the photos, it's easy to find a beach on this island to have all to ourselves. I'm not a pro griller but Lobsterman is - he just digs a hole in the rocks, covers it with a grill and voila! We have hamburgers and sausage cooked in minutes. On Sunday there were lobster boat races which I did not attend - but I did get my very first lobster boat ride of the summer. It was the perfect night to be out on the water but I did feel quite ill Sunday night after so much sun and fresh air -- I think I'm still detoxing from my city days.

The Fourth.

Fourth of July weekend was super fun because a) my best friends from NYC were here, b) we finally got sun, c) we beach bbq'ed and d) I got to show off how magical this place can be. Although I love this little island life, part of me feels a little empty at times without my friends and family here. I've always had the homesick bug growing up - but after such a great fourth I've felt recharged. Let the summer weather begin!

A Few Minor Things.

There are so many little things that are different when living on an island. For example, we don't have garbage men. When our trash needs to be taken out, we can't just leave it curbside. Instead, we take weekly trips to the dump. Or...monthly.


(Yep. That's all our trash.)

Also, I can't get used to fishing gear and paint stuff and "hauling clothes" all over the house. Living with a man might be a challenge for some but living with a lobsterman is a whole other ball game.


(Yep. That's bait on the entryway table.)

Oh and uh, we find out about big events wayyyy after they happen. I learned of Michael Jackson's death via phone and just today learned about the NFL player that was killed by his girlfriend. Then again, maybe being unimmersed with the media is more of a good thing than a gripe.

Whew.

After an amazing fourth of July weekend with some fabulous NYCers (pictures on that later) I'm off to the main land for the day to get some groceries, go to the bank and run some other errands. Now when I need to do simple domestic tasks, it involves taking a day off work and lots of planning. But it also turns them into an adventure, which isn't so bad.

A very welcome scene below - rain coats are hung up, boots are tossed aside. Finally - the sun is here!!!



(The paint stained items do not belong to me, in case you were wondering.)