That's what you get when the Miller twins turn 30. Sixty years of some amazing ladies (and a bad-a little brother).

And a campfire sing-along in South Eliott, Maine. And some yard camping. When was the last time I camped in the yard? I'd say it was prolly when my parents were 30 and I was seven and I was in the back yard of Madison St. and it was creepy and I probably didn't make it through the night.

But when you are thirty yourself, and you've had a few brews and sang some songs and had a good ole time, until about 2am, that's when the creepiness disappears and you sleep like a baby breathing the fresh Maine air.

The the next day, you get on a boat. A small sailboat. And you seek out the wind. Which may or may not be eluding you. And the one Miller has gone to run a triathlon and the other Miller brother is on his way up to play a song and the last Miller is there on the boat, finding enough wind to fill the sails.

And you might be hungover, but under the guise of seasickness it's all the same thing.

And spending fifteen hours with those ladies who've been around sixty years is a pure joy.

We're already looking forward to sixty two.


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Here's the church, here's the people.

We made it into the series art for Reunion. And I didn't even do it. So, we're on the big screens as well as the web now.

Thanks to Mr. Sokol for making us the centerpiece. Course Jesus is the real centerpiece, we're just placeholder.


Two years on a boat.

It's been a hot summer here. Hot as in Maybe we can feel like they do in Mississippi usually. But not that hot, cause 'Ippi has been up into 118 heat indexes several times. And we've just broke the 100s.

At any rate, when it's this hot, you just want to go crawl into the freezer or hop on a schooner. Which, as a matter of fact, is just what we did.

Our second anniversary was on the 16th, so on the 14th we headed up to Gloucester, where Myles Standish, of course, killed a heck ton of Indians and established the Massachusetts Bay Colony. You'll have the check about the Indians for me. I'm not sure if that's entirely true. At least, not in that spot.

And so we spent a couple of hours experiencing some of that New England nautical history and soaking up the waning days of heat before we plunge back into another season of fall.


Like in Pretty Woman

A few weekends ago, I met up with my friend, Kristin, and her friend, Liz, and headed down to Newport, RI for the afternoon. We set out to hit up the beach and then a polo match.

Newport is about an hour and a half drive from Boston, and we headed to First Beach. We parked over by the cliff walk that runs along the coast and walked over to the beach. I hadn't been on the cliff walk yet, and it was a nice stroll with great views. The beach itself was all right, nothing to write home about though. And apparently the beach constantly has red tides - algae in the water, turning it a crimson which is kind of gross. But it was nice to sit out in the sunshine and soak up a few rays.

Onto the polo....Now, polo is definitely out-of-the ordinary for me. But a friend up here had mentioned that he goes to matches fairly frequently, and I had always thought that sounded like fun. So when Kristin asked if I wanted to go to Newport, um, yes, please! Not to mention my childhood obsession with horses is still somewhat ongoing. So, when work was slow the week before the match, I did some research. I learned some basics: 4 players per team, numbered as such, the #3 player being the best; 6, 7.5min chukkers (periods) in each game; get the ball through the poles; players usually use a different pony every chukker; the teams switch directions after every goal. There's more, but I wouldn't want to totally bore you.

We arrived at the polo match, part of the Newport International Polo Series, late, well into the second chukker, so we settled for a spot on the bleachers instead of on the grass. Tailgating is a huge thing at polo matches; you have to pay extra to park along the field, and some people even have reserved spots for the season. During half time - after the third chukker - is the stomping of the divots. This is an event that I knew about beforehand, from the movie Pretty Woman. Everyone goes out on the polo ground (watching for horse droppings) and stomps in the divots - aka the grass that has come up from under the horses' hoofs. It smoothes out the playing surface and is safer for the horses, I think.

Anyway, after the stomping, we headed over to the horse trailers since during half time, you can see the horses and maybe even pet them, ha! Amazing. I forget how much I love horses until I am around them again. I wasn't allowed to ride when I was a kid ("too expensive"), except when I was at summer camp. But I absorbed a ton of information from those summers and from my subscription to Horse Illustrated magazine when I was a kid. One new thing I learned was that when a horse is hot and exerted, you can see the blood vessels in his skin - so the grooms know they still need to cool him down at that point. Interesting - to me at least.

Back to our seats for the second half of the game. Austraila beat the pants of the US team. We were trying to decide amongst ourselves, and came to the conclusion that the Australian team may actually be the Australian national team. But the US team was maybe made up of more local, elite players from the area. Still fun to watch though. At the end of each game, the players line up and ride around the field. The spectators line up along the edge as well and stick out their hands. The riders give hand slaps as they gallop by. A pretty fun way to wrap things up.


Domestic Goddess

So, Micah's posting on my mom's visit was a bit premature, since he left out what we did all day Saturday. What my mom and I did anyway.

Growing up, my mom sewed all the time. She sewed a ton of clothes for us kids, but not in an annoying way when we were older. She also made beautiful christening gowns. It wasn't until I started sewing myself relatively recently that I realized how much I picked up along the way. Weird things that I didn't really know I knew. Things that someone would have had to teach me. Things that I learned long ago, maybe during my short-lived sewing class, but more-than-likely, absorbed from my mom over the years.

So, while my mom was here, my tutorial continued. I learned about making french seams, how to add cuffs, making drawstrings and how to (slightly) adjust patterns to better fit me. The mom-daughter project du jour that weekend was PJ pants. We found some cute green fabric with some blue that complimented it. And a cheap-o pattern. It was fun putting it together and learning how to do more things. It was the first item of clothing I made for myself.

On a more domestic front, I've been making things around the house too. I made valances for the kitchen and pillows for the couch. Trying to tie in the yellow accent color we were going for.

I don't have mad sewing skills by any means, but I'm enjoying the process of learning and seeing what I can do.


Old eyes.

Got some new glasses frames from Oregon. A hip, hip shop called the Woodlands. They have some new stuff but their bread and butter is vintage stuff. Well curated, bad-a vintage stuff. Flannel shirts from Pendleton. Old bags. They will even give you some jerky and whiskey to munch on while you are perusing. They got the whole small batch feel down.

And I just got them back from the optometrist and got some lenses put in em.

Found out they are vintage safety glasses frames, and as such, they put in safety glass. So, if something explodes in front on my face, at least my eyeballs will be safe.

Marianna doesn't totally dig my fifties look, but she's a great sport and a wonderful wife and these are the only pair I've seen that she's been 'okay' with. Boom. MadMen it is.


Those dog days of summer.

Hi friends.

We've not had much to say lately.

Seems this summer is a hot one. Not only seems, but I think July broke a lot of records of hottest month ever in New England. We were four degrees above average in Boston, and while we didn't set a record for the month, we were close. We did have a day over 100.

So that's it. Folks have been sneaking inside to escape the humidity and we've been praying thankful prayers for having a central AC.

One things we maybe should tell you, and up to now have failed to:

Ann came up for a weekend. We went to Ovo, had a great dinner Il Casale, and went, finally to the Gardner Museum. IT was a great weekend – one in which we spent too much time having experiences to take pictures.