Let’s Go Fly a Kite

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Kite decoration.

Apparently it’s Kite Festival weekend here on the island. As we drove across the causeway yesterday, we were greeted by dozens of kites floating in the air – including an impressive 30 foot whale!

Today B and I went down to the police station for a little kite workshop. B decorated a sled kite, which was then assembled using a few pieces of scotch tape. We got a few minutes of instruction from a lady kite enthusiast, who told us, “If the wind’s in your face, you’re in the wrong place,” and we were off.

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Watch this Space

It’s been quiet around here for quite some time now. Facebook has absorbed a lot of the photos I used to post, which I’m hoping to change.

I’ve also been thinking a lot lately about the way I’ve referred to this place in the past, likening living in the northeast to being in exile. I’ve been here for 12 years, and increasingly I feel less exiled than expatriated. We visit the south regularly, and it’s oh so easy to slip back into the accent and the rhythms… but when we return to the north, I feel like I’m home. I’m hoping to have some more to say on that front – I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what makes a place home, in part due to watching a friend adjust to a major move overseas. So, you know, stuff’s brewing. Like a good chicory coffee. Or a crawfish boil. (Okay, not a really great simile, but it gives me an excuse to post this):