"girl on the beach"

Our weekend was pretty low-key. We tackled a few small projects around the house, and did some extra cleaning in anticipation of my upcoming surgery. As usual, I expect I won't be able to lift anything heavy for a few weeks post-op. (Vacuum, etc.)

A few weeks ago a good friend sent a picture of mine up to Boston to get re-framed. (Thanks G, I owe you!) I originally had a difficult time finding a decent quality frame to accommodate the large picture which we had blown up - and over time, the photograph started to "crinkle". I decided it was finally time to have the photograph professionally framed, as I know it will be on our wall for years.

Here's a picture of me after I used my handy pink level to "level" the newly hung photograph in our living room.

Back in 2006 while Dave and I were in the Bahamas, he took a picture of me on the beach. It was taken from behind, and at the time, I wasn't aware he had the camera out. Shortly after our return to the states, I sat down with my mom to show her pictures from our trip. Her breath was taken away when I showed her the picture of me on the beach. To make a long story short, my mom grew up in NYC, and when she went away to college, my grandfather took a job offer in the Bahamas. (I'm sure my uncle is reading this, and I'm not getting this completely right - but I'm taking my best jab at it...) I believe my grandfather worked for the Bureau of Tourism (?) in Nassau.

During college, my mom spent all of her breaks from college, in the Bahamas with her parents. Well, my late grandfather being an avid photographer, happened to take a picture of my mother on the same beach in Nassau, in virtually the same spot, as the picture Dave took of me. (Near my grandfather's office, to boot.) What are the chances?! That being said, you can understand why we had the picture of me blown up and framed.

Here's the picture of me on the beach . . .

. . . and here's a picture of my mom, roughly 35-40 yrs earlier, in the same exact spot. I think she's standing there photographing the QE2 or the Queen Mary.

. . . and here's a picture of my grandfather . . . I called him "Poppy".

So, aside from hanging the photograph (which didn't take very long) our weekend was spent relaxing, cleaning, running errands, and stopping at the book store, and Starbucks.

Oh right, and I somehow managed to get a nail in my tire, so we had to make an unexpected trip to get that repaired . . .

The weekend ended with giving Monte dog a bath. Doesn't he look humiliated?

Thursday and Friday are big days. Hopefully we can sail through the entire week on calm seas . . .