Diners and Dates

Lacey Grace is my very precocious 4 year old. She is adorable, well-spoken, super smart, a pipsqueak, but most of all my little sweetie. She adores me. (Figure that one out.) Saturday, February 23, we went out on a date. She wanted to dress up so she put on her Ariel (from the Little Mermaid) wedding dress over her clothes to stay warm, and we left. After a quick stop at the dump, (one of the quirks of living in New England, for a dollar a year you can take your own garbage to the dump. It does have to be in a clear plastic bag though, just to make sure you aren't throwing away any recycling) we went to the Peterborough Diner.


Peterborough Diner is an old train car diner right in the middle of the town made famous by the play entitled "Our Town", by Thornton Wilder. We sat at the bar and had lunch, took pictures, laughed and talked, all the while Lacey charming everyone in sight. Lacey had grilled cheese, french fries, and Root Beer. I had a hamburger cooked to order, fries, and a diet with lemon. It was a singular day. I think I will make a tradition with all the kids of a date day. Maybe do PPI's after lunch or something. There are some really unique things about living in this part of the country and diners are one of them that I love.

Full lunar eclipse

Two nights ago I had an unbelievable experience. My fellas and I stood outside from 9:45 to 10:05PM and watched the full lunar eclipse. We just stood there in the cold, smiling and laughing, shivering. Just watching. It was pure joy to stand there with my guys and watch the Lord's magnificence.

(Photo by Snassek from the flikr website)

Hmmm...I'm no writer.

MMMM...Garamond Ampersand

I am a visual person. However, my work and academic experiences thus far have taught me never to underestimate the power of the right words at the right time, or in my case specifically, the right words combined with the right imagery. I have been feeling compelled lately to write. To express in a tangible way the things I am thankful for. To let my kids know that I am proud of them where they can see it all of the time.

Random thought-I have a long standing love affair with type. I love letters. I love the abundance of different shapes. I love to be able to make an ampersand and stick it on my door and look at it all day. Particularly the ampersand from the typeface called Garamond. (for those who read this before, I misspoke, it is the lowercase g from Mrs. Eaves) Why do I love letters? Several reasons. I think partly because of what I mentioned above: their power. But they also have physical characteristics. They have emotional ties. They have personalities. They carry memories inherent to their time period. They can be perfect for a project or wildly inappropriate. They speak of their designers. They tell us of their users, the writer's likes and dislikes. Oftentimes revealing gender or mood. I know I am not the only typophile out there. There are many of us. We are strange and perhaps a little off center, but also, I think, a little better off for our insights and interactions with type.



There is a line from one of my favorite movies that goes, "I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void." Remember what that movie is? It's a good one.