endings.

It's time for this blog to be put to rest.

And by that, I mean it has served its purpose. It's starting to feel like a chore. Like..."I need to write in my blog. I haven't paid attention to it for weeks!"

Besides, this blog has become part journal, part photoalbum, part writing exercise. I want a more streamlined blog. A simple one.

If you want to read that, email me.

Thanks to all two of my faithful readers.

See you on the flip side.

jenny lynn

#13

eyes: clouds rolling in, trees blowing nearly sideways, Starbucks workers struggling with an umbrella that threatened to blow them away like Mary Poppins

smell: impending storm

tongue: iced hazelnut latte (again!)

skin: goosebumps (the air conditioning is too high)

sound: waking up to thunder and Arnold (the cat) meowing

stomach: settled feeling that comes over me when a huge mess is cleaned, when my papers are organized, when lots of things are thrown out, when my slate is wiped clean and new ideas are about to come

#12

WATERFIRE in Providence, Rhode Island

sight: fires lit all along the water up and down the river

nose: the smell of wood burning

taste: lobster ravioli with jumbo shrimp in a creamy red sauce and a good bottle of Pinot Grigio

stomach: gondolas and boats traversed the water on either side of the fires--a boat went by driverless, with one Chinese lantern in the seat, a vase of white flowers (carnations, possibly) in the other seat and more white flowers strewn across the bottom of the boat...it was eerie and made me feel like it was a memorial for someone who'd died (very "Lady of Shallot" like)

skin: my hand in Corey's for most of the entire night

#11

taste: chicken burritos with spicy pineapple salsa

smell: oatmeal body scrub from St. Ives

sight: seeing my coworker and his girlfriend jogging down the side of the road and mistaking him for a girl, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail

stomach: an in depth conversation started at dinner, ended on the couch, where I realized how good communication can change your whole outlook on a situation

ears: a song by Ben Harper set to play on my iPod when I plug it into my car

skin: a new pink cotton nightshirt, so soft

#10

ears: frogs in the pond

eyes: Corey in his riding gear, sweat running down his face

tongue: pecan sticky buns from Bread and Chocolate bakery in Concord, Mass

skin: sun burn shoulders and neck because I decided I could get away without suntan lotion

nose: fresh-cut wood

stomach: seeing the grammar school where the murderer Herman Mudgett (a.k.a. Henry Holmes) went and being in the cemetery where his family is buried without realizing it at the time...closeness to history (MUST READ: The Devil in the White City)

stomach part two: being told by someone for the first time that they are in love with you

(I recognize the extreme differences between these two items, but the former just gave me goosebumps and I had to post it.)