I headed to the ferry this weekend. The ferry that deposits me on a tiny island off the coast of Connecticut in the Long Island Sound. The island means summer to me. My entire family was there, dogs and nephew-dog too. The weekend was filled with togetherness, from sitting around on the porch to visits with cousins. We had a family run. Yes, I ran. Well, more like jogged but nonetheless I kept up. Or maybe they stayed back? Anyway, my body felt a little rickety and sore but as I was running, the feeling of freedom was worth every ounce of pain. And for the first time in a while, my limitations were mute. From running to dancing that night, I am certainly glad I have an appointment with my acupuncturist tonight.
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| George, Rudy and Moose |
No weekend there would be complete without a drink and dancing (quantity subject to change on both) at the only bar in town. The dance-floor lights up, Saturday Night Fever style, and the DJ plays on into the night until the early morning. This weekend, only the sisters represented as brother-in laws were tired and brother not quite there yet in terms of age bracket. We had the best time (of course missing the men).
I am experimenting with my new camera, a Nikon S9100, figuring out the various settings so bare with me. Just a few snapshots to get me out of this rainy day funk. I hope to be back in a few weeks for more dancing and running...missing island times already.
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| beach time with cousins |
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| barefoot, island style |
