easing in

I know. I know. Not a good start to the blog writing so far. I was going to spew a list of excuses, such as that the other half of this island life has abandoned ship, but I won't..I won't make excuses. I'll just blog. 

I'll sit here on the ferry and blog. Wireless on the ferry is something I really enjoy. It brings all new possibilities to the 45 minutes boat ride. How many times can you check your email in 45 minutes?

I'm going to Boston for the weekend for another yoga workshop. And although I might have rolled my eyes and sighed a little when telling my island friends that I had to leave again, I really love a good excuse to go to the city. Good food, good yoga, and good wine drinking with my mom. And that pretty much sums up what I do on a weekend at home. On a few disastrous occasions I have tried to do things like shop for things that one can't find on the island.

Two summers ago, Adam, brother Daniel and I fell victim to the beckoning of IKEA from Rt. 24. Immediately upon arrival all five...no wait...all six senses were attacked. The sixth being that overwhelming understanding that something was just wrong. Thirty minutes into it, Adam found me, like a deer in headlights, clutching individual pieces of silverware, a fruit peeler and a reading lamp that came in 47 pieces and required a PhD. to assemble. He convinced me to put it all back...no wait...I got that fruit peeler! and together, he and Daniel steered me out of there.

Then last year, I made the mistake of bringing my island boy to a mall...at Christmas time! Though, I admit, I had just as hard of a time with it. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas time, the lights, the cheeriness, and even some of the songs, but whoa America...whoa... 

Along with tears, some yelling, some staring from strangers, and an hour of silent treatment, that trip to the mall ended with a promise to never go back. Here we are, nearing Christmas, and I haven' seen one mall Santa.