[A continuation of the travel diary I kept during the summer of 1999 when I took a European trip with members of my high school French class. Thankfully, Steven took French as well. — Present-day Carrie] Sitting in Canterbury, as in the Canterbury Tales. Stupid black pen leaked*. Went through the Cathedral. On our way […]
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7/12/99 Day 4 “Stonehenge Day”
[This is a continuation of the travel diary I kept in the summer of 1999 when I ran amok all over Europe, barely 19, towing an 18-year-old Steven with me. Good times. — Present-day Carrie] I’m in Bath. No no no, not the bath, Bath, England of all places. Like in the Canterbury Tales, the […]
7/11/99 Day 3 “London Day Part Deux”
[A further continuation of my travel diary from the summer of 1999, when I had the pleasure of touring Europe. I did a lot of stream-of-consciousness writing because that’s how I wanted to remember it. — Present-day Carrie] Very glad I found my camera! Thought I lost it yesterday, how nerveracking. Anyhoo, we’re on a […]
7/10/99 “London Day”
[This is a continuation of my travel diary from the summer of 1999, when Steven and I had the opportunity to go to Europe. In case y’all are wondering (since my 19 year old self was wondering) the plane we flew on was a Boeing 777. It felt safe enough. I still don’t like planes. […]
7/9/99 “Plane Day”
[This is a continuation of the travel diary I kept during a European vacation during the summer of 1999. I figured I’d best type it up . . . you know, in case of fire, alien invasion, etc. — Present-day Carrie] While I’m thinking about it (& cause Steven reminded me) here’s a tenative Present […]
7/8/99 1 day before departure “Packing Day”
[In part to keep my mind off things, and also in lieu of other ideas, I present to you the travel diary I kept during a span of two weeks in the summer of 1999 when I went on a trip to Europe. I was 19 years old, a newly-minted college sophomore, and Steven and […]
*crickets*
There’s some things about motherhood that nobody ever tells you about. Sure, you get the poop stories, the up-all-night stories and the warnings about your own impending memory loss, a.k.a. “mommy brain.” But other traps in The World of Mom you are left to discover on your own. I have recently found out that not […]
septembre vingt-sixième
Ma nièce s’allume trois ans aujourd’hui. Joyeux anniversaire, Elizabeth!
the break-up
This evening was a rare occasion where all four of us were gathered around the dinner table. This is a hard thing to coordinate with the under-five set. Steven and I munched on some tacos as I asked Lydia about her day: did you play outside? Did you color? Did you play with toys? And […]
gesundheit
This morning Sam was crawling across the floor in Lydia’s room when a big sneeze escaped him and some snot dribbled down onto the carpet. Lydia, ever the observant one, is quick to notice this. “Ewww! Mommy, Sam got blessyou on the carpet!”