time does fly

my apologies to those of you that have informed me that you actually look forward to these entries and are frustrated that you keep logging on and seeing that the Celtics won again ...

I am now in NH and since my last entry, was in Italy, NYC, Vermont, Maine and Boston - all of which were fabulous. I plan on touching upon some of these experiences in future entries soon but in the mean time, here is a brief summary: watched the Euro soccer cup in Zurich on the street while drinking huge cans of Carlsburg beer in the rain, headed to lovely Lake Como where we looked for George Clooney to console him after his recent break up, went to little villa in Tuscany and bought fabulous fuchsia suede wedge slingbacks in Greve and Juli bought a matching pair in red, Mark and Jeff split a 72oz piece of meat, we all ate much cheese and lots of wine, went to vineyards, met old, dear friend, Peter Sherwood and beau David for cocktails at the Savoy hotel in Florence, stayed on the ground while Juli, Jeff and Mark ascended the Duomo, dickered with a street vendor and got a great deal on a leather weekend bag for M. and fabulous green leather purse for me, saw David - both the inside and outside statues - amazing - we decided his hands were a titch too large for his frame, ate amazing gelato, headed to Cinque Terre, drove crazy-skinny switchback roads, floated with the greatest of ease in the Ligurian Sea, ate amazing seafood - one night all sardines and anchovies, hiked between the 5 towns and marveled at the gorgeous scenery and the stupidity of people along the way (a stroller?), played cards and drank beer after the beach, met a newly married, heavily pierced young couple from Minnesota and gave them marriage advice (I know), got stuck at the border trying to get 30Euros back from the tax incentive, ate cheese fondue back in ZH, swam in Lake ZH, said goodbye to J and J, regrouped, did a little laundry and headed to the US myself the v. next day (who planned this itinerary?) picked up by Sandra, Heath, Atticus and Eames in Burlington, biked on the rec path, ate fabulous food made by fabulous cook, Sandra, played deck hockey with A and E, drove to Maine playing the Skittles game, went to Dad's house on the beach, met a bunch of fabulous new people, went to Reny's and tried on matching dresses with Sandra, took the kids on a ride in the dinghy, saw dolphins, rescued an escaped princess flip flop floating out to sea, hiked Mt. Battie, sailed in the 4th of July race, made a great lasagna, got to drive Lee's (dad's awesome gf) brand new, kick-ass Volvo hard top convertible, had lunch with my 8 month pregnant, dear friend Heather Forcillo, whom I have known since we were 15 in Camden, met her kids and saw her new house, got to hang out with brother Keir, ate lobster and steamers, talked to Mark in Zurich and felt guilty that he was working so hard while I was playing, sent him a card, had lunch with my 'other' parents, the Furmans, who are celebrating their 50th anniversary in a few weeks, had a diving contest with dad and Lee's son, Adam at Lee's house in Searsport, watched a little reality TV, went to Reny's again, watched a kick-ass fireworks display from my favorite spot on the rocks on 4th of July, made and drank sangria, made a jigsaw puzzle with new fabulous friend, Sarah (Adam's wife) taught OG (Dad) and Lee how to play Left, Right, Center, drove Sarah and the kids to Logan airport, surprised friend Gale at work at Putnam in Boston, had dinner at Warren Tavern in Charlestown and finally made it to NH yesterday and got to see my marvelous mama, who had all sorts of surprises waiting for me and my childhood room all decorated and perfect ... what a lucky girl I am!

Today I am helping my mom vacuum the pool and get ready for the arrival of my best friend, Maureen. This is the Maureen that has been tracking my whereabouts like a kid on Christmas eve tracks Santa and the reindeer. She left a message at my mother's house a few days ago saying, "I know she's here - I can feel it. It's like having a pint of Ben and Jerry's in the freezer and not being able to eat it." I love being compared to ice cream. Really. I do. I'll have to remember to ask her what flavor I'd be.

I promise not to let so much time elapse before my next post
I promise not to let so much time elapse before my next post
I promise not to let so much time elapse before my next post