Well, it’s supposedly spring (see photo above, taken awhile ago in the back yard at Mom and Dad’s), but there’s a winter storm warning in effect for tonight. That’s spring in upstate New York for you. While the weather here has been crazy, the weather in Edisto Beach, South Carolina, was wonderful – and that’s where I spent a week with the Dowds and the Merrills. But first, a few things that happened before my much-needed vacation. Here’s a picture of Jennie and Tracy, celebrating Tracy’s 50th birthday. Jennie’s shirt says, “Cleverly Disguised as a Responsible 40 Year Old.” Perfect!
And here’s a crazy picture of me and Jennie taken with Photo Booth:
Now, on to the vacation! Here’s a shot of the back (ocean) side of our beach mansion, named Cerulean (even though, yes, it’s brown). We nicknamed the top level porch the Lido Deck, and since we couldn’t remember any other Love Boat-inspired names, the middle level porch became the Poop Deck.
Every morning, Sarah and I got up in time to watch the sun rise on the beach:
The weather wasn’t as warm as we might have hoped, but we had sunshine and blue skies the entire week. The boys (and Kim) spent a ton of time boogie boarding in the ocean (I even gave it the old college try). We saw dolphins every day, and tons of jelly fish (thankfully, nobody got stung and therefore no one else had to pee on anyone). We even saw two enormous horseshoe crabs that we think were mating. Nature!
We also ate a ton of good food, including an amazing seafood boil in honor of Andy’s 11th birthday:
The best part of the trip was getting to spend so much time with the far-away Merrills. One day, Matthew and I spent a cozy morning singing “Eye of the Tiger” on the couch in the living room. Here he is, enjoying some pterodactyl wings at Whaley’s:
As for Marcus, we became fast friends. Kevin tried his best to get Marcus to say my whole name, but the best he could do was “Babar.” It’s been awhile since I’ve had a new nickname, and that seems like a fine one. Here’s my favorite picture of Marcus from the trip, taken on the Poop Deck:
And here’s a picture of SarahBeth Panaro, taken at sunset by Mr. Mike Dowd:
There are tons of photos from the vacation here. Here we are all on the beach, smiling even though we were sad that it was our last day:
Came back to an exhausting week featuring hours of hours of audio on top of my regular job. Also, I got my first cold in years. But there was something to look forward to at the end of the week: a concert by Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp from RENT, attended by me, Heather, Jojo, and Jennifer. Here are the boys at a post-concert signing:
In training news, my foot is sadly not healed enough to do a spring race (see you next year, Toronto?). So I’ll take the summer to heal up and be ready for my fifth marathon with Gilda’s Gang in September.
And that fills you in on all the news since last time I posted. I had this great idea that I would post once a week this year. Maybe the goal should be once a month?
The title of this post comes from L.M. Montgomery’s novel Anne of Green Gables:
Look at that sea, girls – all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn’t enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.

















































































