We had three perfectly restful days at Ree's Lodge. Over the course of our time together, we ate entirely too much food and got way too little sleep. We managed to analyze what is wrong with the State Of Marriage In America, which era of Saturday Night Live was best, what might possibly happen in Iran, and why on earth we wore those clothes in the 1980's. Sophie, Melanie and I feel so recharged and pampered and well-fed that we briefly considered refusing to leave. But that would just be bad manners, so we sadly packed up and left yesterday afternoon.
Here are a few of snapshots of all the lovelies:
[First, a disclaimer: Compared to Ree's photos, mine look like they were taken with a cheap camera and by a bad photographer. Probably because I have a cheap camera and I'm a bad photographer.]
Below, the back deck. This is where we stood to sing rousing verses of show tunes from the musical Oklahoma. (Not really. Okay, really. But only once):
I'm not sure, but I think this pantry may hold the key to world peace:
Even dirty laundry smells good in here:
The view from the room where I slept:
I would like to report that the reason this guacamole is halfway gone is that I had been sharing it evenly and diplomatically with everyone else and NOT AT ALL because I shoveled half the plate into my mouth so vigorously that my skin has a green tint to it today:
A scrumptious dinner:
And (*sigh*) cinnamon rolls for breakfast, lightly flavored with coffee:
Signing off now, to go shop for some elastic-waist pants.