watch

when my grandfather died last year, i asked for a watch of his.

i ended up with two: one a self winding with a busted band, and the other needing a battery.

i wore the one with the busted band and held it together with a clear plastic rubber band, which made it look like the crystal was busted.

today chris got a wild hair to replace the battery in his watch and get a new band, which has needed to be done for over 5 years. i accompanied, taking my grandfather's watch - the one with the busted band. something, of course, i had been meaning to do for a while but, well, that's why i'm married to chris - because he actually helps me accomplish life's small errands.

the watch store in town is run by a lovely man, not originally from here, that also sells beautiful kilm rugs and random trinkets. we have bought a rug from him that makes me happy every time i walk across it.

he is good and quick with watch repairs.

he mended the band, and complimented the watch, with great seriousness. 'that is a very nice watch' with the underlying meaning being 'take care of it.'

i wore it for an hour so it would wind itself up. it is now on my nightstand. i'll start wearing it again, sans rubber band.

Back in VT

The garden has gotten a little overgrown this week, but still looks good. The cabbage worms are still winning the battle, and therefore the brusselsprouts look like crap. No worries. The beans are in, and the basil is huge: beans and pesto will be eaten and put up tomorrow. Can't make the stupid underliney stuff stop, so this looks a little odd...

























It isn't hot here. Which is one of the things I like about the north. I think a comparison list - north v. south - is coming soon. It was lovely being home, even under sad circumstances.

Home

I am having huge painful urges to go home. It happened about this time last year, too. It is as if I can only handle approx. 6 months of time away from Kentucky before I need to visit again. And maybe - just maybe - I am a little jealous that Chris's sister now lives soooo close, and we get to see her when ever we want. And that we got to spend time with his friends and family when they came up this year. Flying is prohibitively expensive, and after last August's experience, I swore not to fly until the airlines got their act together. And driving, well, not really an option either, although I am itching for a road trip. Maybe I'll just head down to Boston to see Johnna in a week...