Two Girls Eating

My friend, Michelle, is an interpreter for the historic Wentworth Coolidge Mansion in Portsmouth. We took a lunch break together- for which she provided lunch. I am apt to eat peanut butter on bananas or whatever is easy & available. Michelle packs fruit salad, chocolate and Manchego cheese.


Now that is a lunch fit for girls!


















That is Michelle's "What the hell are you doing? " face.

Night Out

I don't go out very often- for various reasons. Chief among those reasons is that I always have my dog with me and if it is too hot or too cold I can't leave him in the car. I don't do this often so I don't feel too guilty about abandoning my little muffin to the privations of a 4 seated vehicle with complete protection from the elements and any marauding tigers.

After the last opening at my gallery Michelle and I stepped across the street to Hermanos for a nibble and a tipple. There was a big Don McLean concert at the CCA and it is motorcycle week in NH so service was mighty slow. It took forever to get a drink and even longer to get some nachos, but, you know what? I didn't care. Michelle & I had a lot of catching up to do. If they had served us any faster we wouldn't have been able to drive home.

We laughed, we gestured, we made fun of each others flaws, we used improper language and we laughed some more. It is good to do that once in a while with a female friend. I think both of us needed to leave it all behind for a few hours.

Then we made our way back to our cars. Michelle was shocked at Henry's level of neediness after a two hour break. There was whining, crying, jumping & licking. He wouldn't get out of my lap. It is a level of neediness that I wouldn't tolerate in any other being. Michelle took a picture of our reunion... and then a few of her pocketbook. She is so arty.

Resisting the Inevitable

I went to Rome with my friend, Michelle, in March of 2007. It was an art history tour of the Eternal City. I am not much of a tour girl, but I was totally blind sided when I fell in love with the city. It was an inexplicable passion. I think I might have been meant to live there.

This is a little funny because I am thoroughly New England. I am not fashion conscious, I work for fun, food is something to power my body instead of to enjoy and I might even be a Type A. The antithesis of the Roman lifestyle.

Last week I received a notice from the gentleman who led our tour that he is going again in March of 2009..... and I can't stop thinking about it. I am looking for a reason that I HAVE to go. Perhaps my little sister who has been wanting to go to Italy needs a companion? Maybe Michelle wants to go again? I have even googled the hotel where we stayed to see if I could just rent a room and skip the tour.

Being a business owner in our sad economy means that I have to consider every penny I spend. My obsessive visiting of Rome in my head tells me that I will be going. Maybe not next year, but soon.