Phil tried to convince me to wear the outfit to breakfast, but I insisted that no, I'd look too funny. He continued to argue, "But c'mon! You'll look so funny!" No.
My only request was a breakfast and a mimosa. Phil found the place nearly by accident: The Carriage House in Ithaca. It's lovely and small and brick, the furniture being novelities like cast iron stoves covered in glass to be tables, among other antiques. It was really too nice a place to be taking so many pictures, so I shut the flash off and got these blurries.
Phil is delighted with his cappucino art.
Not being one to entertain many New Year's resolutions, but feeling deeply the weight of potential and excitement of a New year, I usually choose a word or mantra for my year. Sometimes it unfolds in the months, sometimes I set it up as my intention.
My prayer is for 2008 to be the Year of Clarity, and my patron will be the Flicker bird, whose voice calls to me from the treetops, "Clear! Clear!"