at last, images from my cross-country journey. enjoy. lots of square state stuff. corn. road. sky.
more to come later.
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Stella, making favorite (and kinda freaky) facial expression
there isn't enough yarn in the universe for everything I wanna make this little one… -
this just in from Anna's Thanksgiving visit with the family—"Cloud", the new public sculpture in Chicago's Millenium Park–but everyone's calling it the "Bean". great shot. I really, really miss Chicago–which is strange as I've not lived there in um, a decade? But to me, as I've said before, the holiday season will always be the Q clan and the big shiny city of Chicago. sigh. -
Ruby and I stumbled (in a grey fuzz of delayed-onset jetlag/climate adjustment–even the dog is affected) past a vintage Citroen 2CV on our walk this morning. It was red. And mint.
I still haven't recovered. -
I had a great Thanksgiving with the Mysterious H. —shared the cooking a bit (I was assigned stuffing, cranberries and white-trash style sweet potatoes–no sweat)and had a perfect day. You know, for spending it in a strange town, with strangers (well, not really) and feeling entirely discumbobulated (sp?).
We found a complete butterball turkey, still in its wrapper, on a lawn down the street. Grandma woulda freaked–what a waste. -
He's a little bummed still about Stella not having been born on his birthday, but this year is still my brother's Golden Birthday (are Wisconsin folks the only ones who know about this? Golden Bday=turning 27 on the 27th, 14 on the 14th, etc).
Happy Birthday Kiddo! -
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She's here! I got the call at 4pm Pacific time, 1am Mom's time in Antibes, midnight in London–just a few hours after my niece entered the world!
Stella Mikkelsen Faulkner, born November 18, 2004, 6lbs 14oz. Mom and Baby are both happy and healthy and on their way home soon.
The Coolest Auntie in the Universe has some yarn shopping to do…the sun sets so early here, what else am I to do but crochet booties?? -
Jet-lag is one thing—jet-lag confusion is quite another. I know I'm jet-lagged, I can feel it—thing is, my body can't figure out WHICH time zone to be je-lagged from!
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That's quite a change from "Bonjour!". I've arrived in Portland, it's been nearly a week today. I made incredible time driving across country–or so they say—I left Atlanta on that Saturday morning, arrived to the outskirts of Portland on Tuesday night. I spent the night in a hotel to get one last night of good rest and then drove in to the city on Wednesday morning to unload the van. Of all the things I've done in my life, my father seems most proud of my drive time. On-the-road phone call: "Where are you now?" "I'm just outside Boise Dad" "Man, you are flyin'!!!"
More entries and some photos of corn and wheat fields and mountains to come soon, my computer access is limited at the moment, but I'll do my best to keep everyone posted.
