But Call Me Betsy

Dan and I have been looking at apartments together around the Princeton area--mostly condos, and they're pretty much all the same. The only variable seems to be whether or not they have a basement. Otherwise, they have the same general kitchen, same tiny porch, same recessed lighting that I don't like all that much, same modern fireplace that's supposed to give it an air of sophistication, and same overpriced rent. For what we will be paying to live within a five minute drive to Princeton in a condo association, we could get an amazing row home with window boxes and a stone dog out front in Rittenhouse. But that's the way it is, so let's just accept it and be happy that most of the condos also have his and hers closets, both of which I need. Last week, we looked at a home in Princeton for a not unreasonable price (under $2,000), and I knew as soon as we walked in that it was a no. I loved the house itself--it was an old home with wainscoting and glass doorknobs an...

I'm sure there is an easier way to post these pictures, but I am not able to download the program I need for the compatible photo platform, so you'll just have to bear with me on this long scroll down. On our way. It's the 3 PM train from NJ Transit line from Trenton to Newark. Luggage takes a full seat. That's my giant suitcase, stuffed with skirts I never wore. On the plane to Dublin. Still on our way. Seamus was there to greet us at 7 AM. Here is the second bedroom where we slept. Front door of Carrie and Padhraig's digs. A child actor lives below them. He's grown now and still an actor, but very disgruntled. We didn't ge tto meet him. Padhraig against stick fence. Exterior of the church where Seamus will be baptized. Rubbish in the waterway. It was mostly cans of beer. No bicycles allowed to cross at this time. Map of the park. No Scottie dogs allowed on premises. Here we are at Trini...