"Our most ancient metaphor says life is a journey. Memoir is travel writing, then, notes taken along the way, telling how things looked and what thoughts occurred. . . .This is the traveler who goes on foot, living the journey, taking on mountains, enduring deserts, marveling at the lush green places...as a pilgrim, seeking, wondering." -Patricia Hampl
August 15, 2005
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we're going a'registerin' today with heath's gargantuan list of "must-have" kitchen essentials. this apparently includes a milkshake maker.
August 14, 2005
After a beautiful afternoon winery-hopping along Seneca Lake, with a delicious (surprise) picnic lunch on a quieter part of one vineyard, Heath surprised me again with dinner plans. He'd rented out the rooftop deck of Artisan Works for a quiet dinner for two overlooking Rochester's city skyline. Surrounded by funky sculptures, the heat of the day finally subsiding, and the sounds of the train going by (and some well-chosen music), we supped a delightful meal prepared and served by two of Heath's co-workers (one, a bona-fide chef who knows his Riesling).
By meal's end, our eyes were wide and stomachs full; I could only stare at dessert when Heath got up, stood in front of me, and read me a most compelling poem.
And, folding his poem back into his pocket, kneeled on his bad knee and proposed.
I have, of course, accepted!
I'm planning to blog the adventures of planning a wedding as they arise. Stay posted. Meanwhile, I am missing you, wherever you are, and hoping to celebrate with you in person!