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My Weekend on a Maine Island

Hey Hart Beat. I hope your Wednesday is going well. I’m on my lunch break and though I’d share some photos with you from this past Memorial Day Weekend. As I mentioned last week, my college roommate and I joined my family on an island in Maine where my Grandmother has a summer house. It was such a beautiful weekend, Hart Beat. The island was just opening for the summer (they turn the water off in the winter) and a bunch of families made the trek north to enjoy the sunny weather.
The entire weekend we spent wandering around the small island, visiting friends, looking out at the water and hanging out with my mom’s new puppy. She had been looking at australian labradoodle puppies for a while and she finally decided to get one. He’s in a bunch of the photos below, I can’t get enough. I hope you like the pictures and that they give you a little boost this cold and dreary Wednesday.
Me and James, chillin’ on the South Shore.
I want dis house.
The cove and Bobby’s lobster boat.

One of my favorite rooms on the Island, the library children’s section.
This was my jam when I was growing up.
My mom brought her new Labradoodle puppy up to the island. James is about 8 months old so he’s still getting used to being off leash and playing with other dogs. He had the best time! There were so many other family dogs running around that he got to make so many friends. Getting a puppy was a great idea for mom. She spent ages learning about them on websites like zooawesome.com and the puppy adores her too! It’s so cute! Buying a puppy can be expensive but I think they’re worth every penny. You’ll have to pay for vet bills, hair cuts and pet food so the costs can quickly add up. That said, my friend uses pet food coupons which makes looking after her many pets a bit cheaper!! Below are some of the best puppy play dates.
C. playing with James and another Labradoodle Griffin. HEAVEN.
James! Follow Daisy!

Dreams do come true.

The island pump where you can get crystal clear water.
P.S. James is there drinking from the special dog bowl.

A day on the beach with James.

I’ll be seeing you – A short story and a song

Merry Christmas, Hart Beat! Not that all my family has gone to bed, the flurry of Merry Christmas texts are sent, and the fire is dying out, I thought it would be a good time to post something to you. Christmas at home is always so comforting and relaxing. For example, tonight after eating and talking all day my family watched a double feature (My Cousin Vinny and Fargo). Boom. Relaxation at it’s best.

This song here is one of my all time favorites. It’s one that I always go back to no matter what time of year and no matter what time of year. I actually wrote a short story about the song while taking a creative writing class in Spain. I translated it a while back too so I thought for the first time I would put some of my writing here too.

 May 2011

            The dream started with you. We were walking together in a huge city that was Madrid and at the same time not at all. It was a strange place that I didn’t recognize. You took my hand.

            Everyone else walking was happy and knew us. A band played in the street, performing oldies, like Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald. You took my other hand in yours and began to slow dance with me to the end of the street. “I’ll be seeing you in all the old familiar places” floated through the streets and carried us far. It was if we lived in this street, in this dream, in this day forever.

            In a moment, everything changed. We were running in a world of chaos. I didn’t know why we were running but I felt horror and I screamed in panic. There was an enormous storm with a raging tornado that was taking people one by one off of the earth. I was so afraid. I didn’t want to die.

            Billie Holiday’s song played and I realized that I didn’t know where my family was. I had left them when the storm started. I had left them before we were dancing in the street. You looked into my eyes as the storm approached and motioned that we needed to do something to prepare for the damage. Billie Holiday sang again, “I’ll find you in the morning sun and when the night is new,” and I tried to explain that we shouldn’t separate. Just then the wind blew through and I couldn’t see anything.

            All of a sudden the storm stopped and it was silent. You weren’t with me. I sat alone on the floor in a hallway made entirely of mirrors. I was so sad and all I could see was my sunken face and hallowed eyes reflected over and over again in the reflections of the mirrors. The only thing I had left were my empty hands and a song that played over and over again in my head, “I’ll be looking at the moon but I’ll be seeing you.”

“I’ll Be Seeing You” by Billie Holiday

P.S. I also can’t listen to this now without hearing David Sedaris sing his impression of Billie Holiday from the story “Giant Dreams, Midget Responsibilities” from Me Talk Pretty One Day. This man, steals my soul in the best way possible. He has cursed Billie Holiday for me.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving Hart Beat!! I hope that you’re having a wonderful day with family and friends wherever you’re celebrating. I’m sitting here on my parents couch thinking about the last year and all of things that I’m so grateful for. Sometimes I have to pinch myself and now is one of those times. So, in honor of my favorite holiday, here is a little list of things I’m thankful for this, and every year.

1. My friends and family.

2. New York City.

3. Men with beards.

4. The puppy sitting on my lap.

My man James. James my man.