Sorry I’m a day late. Vacation without wi-fi is a wonderful thing.
This is my week in instagram:
My Week in Instagram
There’s the squirrel-body pen holder to sign up for a concealed carry class.
The boats we took out by Shackleford Island.
My cat posing like a boy-toy on the bed.
Hatchback the Hermit Crab of the Cape (I think that could be a comic book title for the nerdy by the sea).
Pictures from Billy’s boat shop where he builds boats that look like whale skeletons, all ribs of wood.
Day 141 | A Monday
Someone had inspiration for the gym.
My inspiration is Beyonce dance music, but someone wanted to look like the Mad Hatter, or Hunter S. Thompson after they worked their glutes.
Day 142 | A Tuesday
Model Cat
You know how they say dogs eventually look like their owners and vice versa. Well, it’s true about cats too.
Day 143 | A Wednesday
Where I always end up anytime I travel: A Bookstore
Why do I love bookstores so much? Clutter.
Found a bookstore without a gps (Toes on the windshield, prints in a row of five, and a flap of map folded open).
Bookstores by the Sound have boats, and canoes that float pages to you by the window.
Day 144 | A Thursday
Oh, Sylvia
“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.” — Sylvia Plath
Day 145 | A Friday
My First Book Mobile. Had to document.
“In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them.” — Mark Twain
Don’t worry, I WILL be blogging about this later.
Day 146 | A Saturday
Cape Lookout
“Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.” — Anne Lamott
There’s so many metaphors for lighthouses. They’re the flashlights to the world before we had an industrial revolution. One thing about me, I’m deathly afraid of the dark. My best friend once shut a pantry door on me and I immediately started crying. Lighthouses are a light to the world when the moon is just a sliver of fingernail in the sky.
Day 147 | A Sunday
Grainy Sea
I’m not even sure who took this picture on my camera, but it’s gorgeous and faded. Tropical Storm Beryl has grayed us.
