Rainy Days

June 12, 2010

We’re up in Vermont again, and it’s pouring rain.  It’s been rainy and gray all day, but to much of all of our surprise and sheepish admission, we were all sort of happy to have an excuse to stay inside, to be cozy in this house, and watch the World Cup.  The dove-ish sky makes all of the greens pop–the trees and grass and ferns and firs playing off one another.  I’m happy for the excuse to stay in my pajamas all day, writing.  Othello was brought, old movies were left on (between Argentina v. Nigeria and USA v. England, of course).  It’s nice to catch up, to all be in one place, lazy and comfortable.


A Copa para Mulheres

May 31, 2010

O Globo, Rio’s biggest newspaper has a section on their sports page about the World Cup.  Today they have an article called “A Copa para Mulheres” all about shoes.  It’s pretty funny.

Also, Scott and I had a really wonderful weekend in Vermont.  We had perfect sunny, not too hot, not too cold weather, the garden was vibrant, the air was clear. It was great.  Yesterday we went on a twenty-five mile bike ride through farmland and rolling hills with my parents that ended in plate sized ice cream sandwiches.  Heavenly.

We’re up in Vermont for the long weekend. It’s beautiful up here, and nostalgic for me, since we’ve been coming here since I was about eleven. I feel like I know every turn in the road, all of the smells, the way it warms up in the middle of the day and cools off at night. It’s different now though. The house used to seem so new compared to the 100-year-old house that I grew up in, now it shows signs of aging. I’m here with Scott and don’t sleep in the short, small bed in the bedroom I used to sleep in as a kid. I picked the green furniture with sunflowers painted on it and the yellow color for the walls, and now it’s not even mine any more. It is still familiar though, and I can’t wait to go run and walk on the dirt roads and go to the big old movie theatre in town. Oh, and the General Store burnt down, which is wild.