During my visit in RI with my family, my older, younger looking sister Jen invited me to sojourn for a night at her house. A vacation within a vacation. Is that a riddle?
I packed up a few things from my parents' house and headed out to Providence. Every time I drive anywhere I feel so happy to be home that I find myself smiling like a fool, with the windows rolled down and the AC on in the car. As I pass landmarks of my life, I am happy to see things unchanged. The same iced coffee spot with the pawn shop next door and the same scary looking customers. I drive down 146 to Providence and notice that the road is still torn up from the snowplows. I realize it will take me a week of driving the roads again to be able to learn them and which way to swerve to miss the holes. And just as I crest the hill near the Branch Ave exit, I see the first view of the City and I feel really happy, deep in my bones and even my liver, to be home. I have rose colored glasses on for sure. Everything is beautiful. The drivers are still crazy and annoying though. Nothing could rose that up enough to be beyond my focus.
Once at Jen's, we went to India Point and walked her little peanut Mickey (who is an attention addict) and stopped for some frozen yogurt at East Side Creamery. We are convinced that it is thinly disguised ice cream. There is no possible alternate explanation for why the black raspberry with chocolate chunks should taste so good. Add chocolate sprinkles and I lost track of my place in the universe for at least ten minutes. Or at the very least I blacked out. Thankfully we were parked and not driving. What is it about eating ice cream from a cone that makes it feel like summer summer summer time more than a cup? Cups are for sissy's. You need to get your hands dirty.
Upon returning to Jen's house I quickly realized that food and eating where going to be my main activities. For dinner, at 9 PM, we gorged ourselves on homemade tacos. Believe me, I wasn't even hungry yet and I managed to pack it in.
A lazy breakfast of toasted Italian bread, salami and melted cheese followed some time later. But we burned it off shopping and laughing and walking Mickey on the Boulevard. It was the perfect day, sunny and cool with a breeze. Almost like RI is purposely teasing me.
It was a perfect day and a perfect visit at Castle Wilson. Jen catered to my every need and desire (as she should) and it was really tough to leave. Although staying at my parents' house I am catered to as well. But with Jen it's different. Jen is the first, the older sister. When she takes care of me and spoils me I feel special, treasured. It was worth being away so that I could come back and be loved so much.
I packed up a few things from my parents' house and headed out to Providence. Every time I drive anywhere I feel so happy to be home that I find myself smiling like a fool, with the windows rolled down and the AC on in the car. As I pass landmarks of my life, I am happy to see things unchanged. The same iced coffee spot with the pawn shop next door and the same scary looking customers. I drive down 146 to Providence and notice that the road is still torn up from the snowplows. I realize it will take me a week of driving the roads again to be able to learn them and which way to swerve to miss the holes. And just as I crest the hill near the Branch Ave exit, I see the first view of the City and I feel really happy, deep in my bones and even my liver, to be home. I have rose colored glasses on for sure. Everything is beautiful. The drivers are still crazy and annoying though. Nothing could rose that up enough to be beyond my focus.
Once at Jen's, we went to India Point and walked her little peanut Mickey (who is an attention addict) and stopped for some frozen yogurt at East Side Creamery. We are convinced that it is thinly disguised ice cream. There is no possible alternate explanation for why the black raspberry with chocolate chunks should taste so good. Add chocolate sprinkles and I lost track of my place in the universe for at least ten minutes. Or at the very least I blacked out. Thankfully we were parked and not driving. What is it about eating ice cream from a cone that makes it feel like summer summer summer time more than a cup? Cups are for sissy's. You need to get your hands dirty.
Upon returning to Jen's house I quickly realized that food and eating where going to be my main activities. For dinner, at 9 PM, we gorged ourselves on homemade tacos. Believe me, I wasn't even hungry yet and I managed to pack it in.
A lazy breakfast of toasted Italian bread, salami and melted cheese followed some time later. But we burned it off shopping and laughing and walking Mickey on the Boulevard. It was the perfect day, sunny and cool with a breeze. Almost like RI is purposely teasing me.
It was a perfect day and a perfect visit at Castle Wilson. Jen catered to my every need and desire (as she should) and it was really tough to leave. Although staying at my parents' house I am catered to as well. But with Jen it's different. Jen is the first, the older sister. When she takes care of me and spoils me I feel special, treasured. It was worth being away so that I could come back and be loved so much.
