Blah. I know. So sad.
The “park” belongs to Brown– but somebody doesn’t like dogs (or people who have dogs) and took it upon themselves to shut us down. It’s really too bad because it’s a lovely way for people in the neighborhood to get to know one another– but whatever.
Let’s just focus on Henry’s happy face.
He loves puppies and little dogs the best.
Her m.o. is to rush to the gate and greet new arrivals and then rush back to my ankles to make sure I have not moved an inch.
Then she’ll settle in about a foot in front of me to survey her flock.
Inside has been a day of painting and creating– woot. This morning the living room got turned into a wild mess of a studio and I am hoping to have something to show you before the end of the week– it’s that headboard project I mentioned to you before–
Yes indeed– you are seeing correctly. Pictured above is none other than Miss Tingle Champagne who came up for the weekend.
We spent an inordinate amount of time sitting and talking, but also managed to drive and talk– as well as to walk and talk– we are nothing if not talented in the let’s talk! department.
Saturday night we also ventured down to check out a waterfire— and?
Seriously, meh. I am glad to have seen one for myself– but not sure what all the hoopla is about– maybe once upon a time it was cool– but what we saw was less about fire and more about cheesy food stands and glow wands. There was a procession of people carrying burning torches that could’ve been something to write home about, but they had to wend through an indifferent crowd that was trying to get to the cheesy food stands or wrap glow-in-the-dark bunny ears* on their head.
(*Full disclosure: I almost bought some glow-in-the-dark-bunny ears).
Still, it was a great walk down to the river and then back up to my apartment. We had to wind through the oldest section of the city and across RISD and Brown campuses– so, you know, more time to talk, right?