Do you remember? When your mom had a white Compaq typewriter in the basement and it had run out of ink and correction ribbon like five years ago but you don't care and you still use it anyway? Because when you press the buttons they go THUNK THUNK THUNK away across the page. When you take the paper upstairs to tape on the fridge all the words are gone but you know when you lean sideways and squint you can see them. Then your mom threw the typewriter away and bought a couch from Ethan Allen to put where the desk used to be. So I went to the junkyard and took a picture of your old typewriter. Your welcome.

Oh Canada! Oh Canada!

Last weekend I journeyed back to the foothills of my youth, Canada. Actually, more accurately referred to as the foothills of my rebellious youth since we only went there once a year to party but a part of my youth, nonetheless. This weekend I took some time to drink with my friends and reach out to the local community through a shared interest in alcohol and related activities.

It was at one of these outreach excursions that I encountered a curious phenomenon which I had never seen before. We arrived late at a trendy fusion bar and after cruising the split-level space, settled near a group of attractive young professionals out for a drink. I chatted with my friends until one turned to me and offered me a G&T. We made small talk and I asked him if he worked in Montreal or if he was visiting. He responded that he had grew up in the city and moved away two years ago. He explained that he returned a few times a year "to recharge" which is where we ran into trouble. Recharge? That is one word this girl does not know. I was confused. I did not see him plugged into an outlet anywhere in the bar which I took to mean his chord was retractable and therefore it would be up to me to discover it (EWW). Was this a new thing or was I just never old enough to bother to speak to a person who might be used-up enough they would need to reach out for strength? I began to debate the pros and cons of having a rechargeable boyfriend. Pro: Can be unplugged. Con: Shuts off at inconvenient moments. Pro: Potential to serve as charge station for my other electronic accessories and can double as a 4G platform. Con: Difficult to travel with. The possibilities go on and on...

The long and the short of it is... Although they offer more options than the standard boy, rechargeable boyfriends are boring and cumbersome to travel with. For all of their quirks I will take my battery free boyfriend and be happy. I thanked the man for the drink and grabbed a cab to B-Side on Saint Laurent where I danced the night away in an outlet free club. Cheers!

Doggie Love

My dogs are the cutest and therefore become the subjects of most home photo shoots. Harriet went for a swim at Eagle Pond and had to be hosed down before I could put her in the sink.

Savannah Dirt

It has been five weeks since I moved back to Massachusetts from Savannah, GA. Although I miss the city and my wonderful friends I do not miss the weather, humidity, slow people and crowds of tourists on Segways. When I bathed Razzle, my horse, yesterday my boots got a bit of a bath as well. Goodbye Savannah clay! Hello West Barnstable clay! The same, only redder and more difficult to get off white breeches!

Happy Graduation Lindsay

My cousin Lindsay graduated from high school this month so I decided to make her something special to take to college in the fall... Behold! I am sure she will love and cherish this journal and think of me whenever she looks at it. I am sure.