> > dream cards <
my daughter has a box of dream cards that she keeps by her bed. at night she often chooses one, we read it, and she puts it under her pillow. lately she has been letting me have a dream card as well. sweet, yes, but since she often remembers the dream cards as i am walking out of her bedroom, i see it as a stalling technique. i grit my teeth and try to keep from rolling my eyes as i read our cards. their message is veiled by my desire to yell "it's 2 minutes past bedtime!", crumple up the cards, sprint out of her room, and slam the door. the other night, when it was ian's turn to put koruna to bed, he came down with a card she'd insisted was mine.
i liked it. i like dream cards via courier.
> > Mexico <
11 years ago i traveled through mexico for a month in a 1977 volkswagon bus with my best friends. we camped all the way to guatemala. we pitched our tents in the mountains, in the jungle, on the beach. we barely bathed at all. our bus broke down. we got robbed. it was the best trip i'd ever been on.
we gathered a few more folks and went again a few years later.
we went again a couple of years after that.
and then we had kids. much less mexico since then.
much less casual traveling in general. no lazy days, no sloooooow livin'. since koruna and marvel came into our lives, our travels have been shorter, more hectic, and therefore less desirable.
but we feel ready to change things up.
we've bought our tickets. we've found our casa. we've got koruna enrolled in a little escuela.
we're headed to Mexico for much of the fall.
and apparently we've been talking about it a lot because this happened out of the blue the other morning:
we'll see if we can wait until october.
> > flower <
introducing our newest family member...
flower ingram
she's a beaut. we hope she likes it here.
> > slide <
while living in santa fe, one of my favorite pastimes was perusing estate sales. many of the furnishings in our house are from santa fe estate sales, but one of our best finds was an old movie projector and a collection of home movies from the 50s. the movies were breathtaking - the colors, the motion, the brevity of shots at a time when film was precious. beautiful images of a baby's first steps, of holidays past, of alaskan cruises, and disneyland adventures - all silent save for the click click clicking of the projector. i cried upon watching the movies. they were so stirring that, with a friend's help, ian sought out the family so we could give the home movies back to them. we did score and get to keep this family's old slide projector and slides. we pulled the collection out on a rainy day and marveled at the pictures on the screen. they are beautiful photos not of people, but of places - slides of travels in a europe that no longer exists.
it made me long for prague, for europe, for the past. and it made me grateful that we have travel in our future.