Last Thurdsay morning, the day after my mother left for Italy,
(she is currently on the same trip I just returned from!)
I had just finished my shower and went to go downstairs
when I heard a knocking sound coming from downstairs.
Mischa, the courageous beast that she is wouldn't go
any further than the first step on the staircase.
I listened again and could still hear it.
It wasn't a constant sound, it stopped and started again.
One thud at a time, with almost an echo after impact.
Like knocking on the glass of a storm window.
Curiously, I went into the kitchen and looked around.
With another thud my attention was pulled to the dining room.
And there it was, fluttering in the window, a little brown body
with a peach belly furiously attacking it's reflection in the glass.
Last Spring/Summer we had a problem where a robin had
seen his reflection in the glass of the dining room window and
became obsessed with banishing his intruder from the area.
Once he got tired of defending the dining room,
he moved to the tree out front and smacked
into the passenger side window of my car a few times.
And now he is back to reclaim his space.
Apparently, this is quite common.
Though sad, because sometimes these crazy birds
have been known to die in the process.
This weekend was very busy, mostly spent running around.
Saturday morning I made french toast with cinnamon bread
from the Milleridge Bakery, so delicious!
Then we went to pick up my new, old kayak!
JD's mom was kind enough to donate this one to me
since they have several others and haven't used this one in a while.
I cannot wait to get this thing in the water!
JD and I have been having a rough time readjusting to the time change. We landed, got through passport control and customs, and picked up our baggage with a good amount of focus. Then the second I got into the car I swear it was like my brain melted.
Yesterday, JD tried to use his metro card to swipe into school.
I walked into the grandfather clock in the hallway of my house. It has been there for at least seven years. I don't know why I am admitting to this.
Clearly we have not been having our most shining moments since returning.
Today has been much less zombie like, which I find encouraging.
The day we left for Venice I met JD for lunch. We went to a really cute place called Bubby's near his school in Tribeca. I believe I had some sort of a club sandwich with vegetable matchstick fries. All I really remember of it was chicken, avocado, and bacon. But the absolute best part of the entire meal was the ginger beer. They make their own in house.
I am a huge fan of ginger beer. All of a sudden I feel like it's everywhere, but for the last several years I could only find it while in Tortola. The day we go on the boat, Captain Steve stocks it for us. It's called Old Jamaica and it's so strong it makes me sneeze.
I've tried a few other brands but none of them make me sneeze. Apparently, I think sneezing is the mark of a good ginger beer.
The ginger beer at Bubby's was amazing, it made me sneeze and they served it in a ball jar with a blue and white striped paper straw. They do the same for their dark and stormy (ginger beer + spiced rum). Perfect.
I am almost done sorting through my photos from Venice.