home again home again

So Jeff and I just got back from a trip up to Rockport/Gloucester (gloster or glostah if youre a local). Its his old stomping grounds and where he grew up. Its slightly north-ish of boston on an island that is still mostly ruled by the fishing industry.. it seems to be divided between fishing, artists and tourists. After 5 days there the overwhelming word i come up with to describe it is cute. Old victorian/colonial houses in various stages of repair and all decked out comprrise the vast majority of the landscape. And oh yeah... they have hills there. This is not, I realize, major news to most of you. But for those of us that live in Florida.. a hill is something to write home about. They have lots of them... very up and down.. lots of geography. Kinda cool. I took lots of pictures which will be uploaded soon (yeah yeah i know you've heard it before but i mean it this time). Nothing like a vacation to re-ignite the interest in photography. I still need to post the Key West pics as well. While we were up there we went thru Jeff's storage locker. I think mostly because people warned me up one side and down the other.. i wasnt too blown away at the amount of clothes Jeff has... now the numer of shoes and belts is another matter all together. Lets just say i have a long way to go on my shoe collection before he can say a word. (and i just cant see myself ever needing that many belts.) So other than the weather (very fall like and rainy) I really really liked the Gloucester area... now i just need to hit the lottery so we can snow bird it. In other news we had a bad scare with Ruger when we got back to town. He seems to have pulled through it so we're keeping our fingers crossed for a little more time. We are 3.5 years out on a diagnosis that was supposed to limit to him to a few months.. so at this point every day is a bonus.