Stop the presses.

On second thought, don't. I did it last night (page 1 errors demand replates) and, an hour later, my buddies at the press weren't thrilled. Good thing they love me :)

Figuratively, though, I've admired this for a LONG time. Letterpress swoon. Color swoon. Box swoon. Swoon swoon. All pictures and the goods themselves from Etsy Seller 1canoe2. I can't think of a better appetizer to the appetizer than these beauties.





Now go enjoy the rest of your day. I hope it's not rainy unless you want it to be (like I did!)

what day is it?

could you please tell me?

what day is it? i'm confused, you see...

Working these hours has me a little confused as to the day of the week. Working a newspaper doesn't help, much, because we're always preparing what will go in tomorrow's paper. So yesterday (which is still today to me, since I haven't slept yet) we were working on today's (tomorrow's) paper, changing all the Wednesdays to yesterdays and the Fridays to tomorrows. Tonight was also my first night alone to the presses. The ink was shiny on my fingertips; I got to see the spines travel through the warehouse, each holding a hot-of-the-press (literally) edition of today (tomorrow's) Cape Cod Times. 

Oh, and my housemate, Juliette, got a wireless router today. Internet, at last! 

A note about contacting me...

{this bay is about three minutes from home in yarmouthport}

{a view from the marconi cliffs}

I feel like a bad friend because I've missed several phone calls and my internet use is sporadic. Here's the best way to get ahold of me:

I work Wednesday-Sunday nights from 6 p.m. to around 2 a.m. I am off on Mondays and Tuesdays. If you want to call when I am working, I'm usually awake by 11 a.m. and headed to work around 5 p.m. Central time zoners, remember that I'm an hour ahead of you :) I'm free on Mondays and Tuesdays, so call me any time those days. 

I'll also post my address tomorrow.

I have internet at work, so during my breaks I can respond to e-mails, which might be the best way if you don't mind not hearing my voice (it's preferred, by the way). 

Love to everyone.

Week One

I finished my first week of work this morning at 1:30 a.m. Hooray for weekends! The Cape has been a bit misleading in terms of how wonderful the summertime is...it's been rainy and no warmer than 60 degrees for the last 5 days! I hear that around July 4 the warmth hits and it's beach time. I can't wait!

Today, my landlord is having surgery for breast cancer. Please keep her in your prayers. She and her family are wonderful hosts to me, and I'm going to miss their hospitality... I'm moving to a new home so she can have her three kids at their home while she recovers. Usually she takes an intern because two of the kids are gone, but with the surprising news, we had to be flexible. I'll be moving tonight and will get my new address soon.

Also, I turned 21 yesterday! I had my first drink at a local bar with the newsroom crew at about 12:30 Sunday morning: white peach sangria. It was funny to go to a bar (period) but also with co-workers at a job I'd had for only 3 days!

hungro

That's what Aaron and I call each other when we're hungry. Hungro. And when one of us is bored, it's boredo. Tired? Tiredo. Right now, I am hungro. I worked from 6 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. last night, got to see the printing press, which was very cool, and will be in charge of going there nightly to spot check the papers for the next day. On my way home from the press, at, oh, say, 2:38 a.m., I got lost. In the rain. Dark trees. Wet, two-lane backroads. I panicked. I was tired and, if you know me, Tiredo doesn't do well with being out-of-control in situations like that. I don't know how it happened, but God must have known I couldn't take much more that night. I ended up on a road that my iPhone said would take me straight to the road my house is on. It did. Praise.

Anyway, back to being hungro. I've noticed that since Aaron's left, I've been hungry for the kinds of stuff he usually eats. It is bizarre. I've always given him a hard time for being a fast-food junkie,  but for the past 2 days, all I've wanted was the comfort food he always gets. I think when I move in to my permanent home, it will be easier to squash those pangs for, say, Wendy's, but I have to get through the weekend. In the meantime, I'm thinking a Pizza Hut personal pan pizza sounds good. Oh, Heavens.

Oh, and my birthday is in two days. Excited.

these are the days

This is my first post in a good while.

I feel a little overwhelmed, a little sad, a little anxious, a little eager and kind of tired. Aaron left the Cape yesterday after five awesome days of adventure and exploring. We went around the entire cape, from Provincetown to Falmouth, and saw so many great things.

We ate lots of ice cream, played in the Atlantic Ocean, saw Up and Star Trek at a REAL drive-in theater and learned some of the ins and outs of Cape Cod life. But now, he's gone. It's shocking to think that that 5-day period was probably one of the longest we'll spend together before getting married in December. I bawled my eyes out a good portion of yesterday (right up until I started my first day of work at 4:30 p.m.) 

Work was good for the first day. Everyone on the desk was very nice and very helpful. Not what I was expecting, I guess... I worked 4:30 p.m. to midnight last night, and my new shift, which starts today, is from 6 p.m. to 1:30 a.m. I'll be working true late nights and I'm a little nervous about driving home so late in this unfamiliar area. 

I have a lot more to say, but it can wait. Basically, I miss Aaron, I miss my friends and family and I miss Nebraska. It is such a wonderful place. Not that the Cape isn't, but I think Nebraska feels like home. I wouldn't doubt that in a few years you can find the Nixes living there :)

Things I'm doing right now.

Boot camp ended early tonight. Two interns and I found this great hole-in-the-wall pizza place, Bell's Pizza, and we enjoyed a 1/2 pepperoni, 1/2 cheese pizza, baklava and cheesecake. 

I walked in to my room and it smelled heavenly thanks to six fuchsia peonies blooming on my night stand.

I'm about to read Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth for my Women in Popular Culture class. I like the online format, but it's hard to spend time with the other Dow Jonesies because I'm reading, posting a blog or both every night. Sunday will a good time to catch up for the class because we won't have boot camp that day. Tomorrow we won't begin until 10 a.m. 

I found out my schedule for the summer 4:30 p.m.-12:30 a.m. Thurs.-Mon. It will be nice to spend mornings at the beach. On Cape Cod. Every day. For 2 months.