a day away

I can almost smell the fish in the air. 24 hours from now I’ll be sippin’ on something in front of a large picture window over looking the bay, trying frantically to position my laptop in such a way that I pick up a bar or two of sweet internetty goodness. I can not wait, can not wait, can not wait.

I had no idea that my November trips out to Newport would become an annual thing, but I guess if you do something year after year that’s what’s going to happen. This November is particularly bitter sweet. For most of the year I didn’t think I was going to make it. The inlaws put the house up for sale in September and I thought for sure that it would flip by now and leave me mournful and broken hearted. But the evil leprechauns must be smiling down on me, ’cause off we go tomorrow for the last time. Well, maybe. If the house doesn’t sell then we’re all going for a last hurrah for New Year’s. But, last trip in November.

See ya there!

~ by radishly on November 10, 2009.