There was much beach in our 2008.
I wouldn’t say I’m a huge fan of Jim Carrey or Bruce Almighty. But Bean’s dad loves that movie, and so over the years we lived together I am sure I saw it at least 200 times.
There are a few moments that are comic gold. My favorite, which has been bouncing around in my head all day, is when Jim Carrey first meets Morgan Freeman’s God, who tells him:
"Smite me o mighty smiter?" Now, I’m not much for blaspheming, but that one made me laugh.
You know what makes *me* laugh? The word blaspheming.
I’m not sure why I was reminded of this, but it’s probably the Christmas cards I’m writing today. They feature a goose tangled up in tree lights and I keep giggling and then feeling naughty. Then I remember it’s not a real goose and so probably doesn’t have feelings.
— Bean’s father, in response to any mention of Ronald Reagan.
In January, Bean and I spent a weekend watching a sailboat race. This photo was taken from the water, off the coast of Grand Anse.
(I miss my camera.)
The one thing I had to do today was go and collect a barrel that my mom shipped to me via sea freight. This is very exciting because said barrel contains goodies like clothes I ordered online in August, hanging shelves for my closet, the rest of my flip flops, Bean’s train set, Bean’s books, my garlic press and obscenely large cast iron skillet, without which I cannot make perfect pizza, my new prescription sunglasses and a whole bunch of other desperately missed things that didn’t fit in my suitcase in July.
But on the way to town, the guy sitting next to me got off at the Carenage, and after he passed my seat he put down the folding seat, the one that blocks the aisle and people use when the bus is full. There’s a metal rod on the bottom, and my toe was caught, hard, between it and the floor. At that moment, I happened to be deep in thought about how I was going to be a good girl with the customs agent at the shipping warehouse, because these things can go smoothly or they can be difficult and it’s really up to me and my tone. So I was already a little wound up.
The blow to my toe hurt so much I screamed “fuck me” and then burst into tears, but then didn’t let myself cry because Bean was there and seriously, Mommy.
So instead of collecting my barrel, I took some deep breaths, then went to the market and got some gorgeous avocados. Now I’m home, and medicated. I’ll get the barrel tomorrow.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only blogger in the universe who doesn’t edit her photos.
Nature is as nature does.
It rained a lot last week, which meant rainbows, including this one that I caught on Thursday about four minutes before sunset over Saint David’s Harbour.
Happy Monday, internet.