Friday, May 27, 2011

{This Moment}

{This Moment}

A Friday ritual inspired by Amanda Soule & many others.
Please feel free to share a link to your own moment in the comments.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Life List Accomplished: Camp Outdoors

Outside Portland, ME - 2010

For most of my life, I'd camped in my living room.  And I don't mean "set up a pillow fort."  I mean "convinced my parents to bring down their three-person Coleman tent from the attic and set it up in our living room."  This was really my favorite type of camping.  By age 24, I had camped in various backyards (including once after Roger's prom), and once on our local lake when I was 12.  Generally, it wasn't my favorite activity, and I woke up freezing and damp and ready to go home.

So, what made me decide that I wanted to "camp outdoors"?  I really have no idea, except that I've always sort of wanted to cultivate the outdoorsy aspect of myself (have I mentioned how much I love L.L. Bean?  No?  Okay, that's an entry for another time.).  Still, that desire to cultivate myself was powerful, and I found myself planning a trip to Maine, to go camping.  I learned how to pitch a tent, and brushed up on my expert firemaking skills (one of two or three hard-skills I have), and packed up the car with the tent, sleeping bag, and bikes.  Was the trip awesome?  Yes.  Would I recommend going to Maine?  Um, yes, or anywhere else in New England, for that matter.  Did I love camping?  Um, no.  Not so much. 

It rained almost the entire time we camped, and since we were always at campsites and not just pulled off from a trail, I sort of felt like it didn't really count as "camping outdoors" to me.  My favorite camp site, in Bar Harbor, was platform camping, and that was awesome, but for the most part, I wasn't in love.  Plus, we'd decided to go camping in part to try out the great outdoors, but mostly to save money.  And when my credit card bill came back, it turns out we really hadn't save tons and tons of money.  Sure, this was mostly due to the fact that we ate lobster every day, but wasn't camping supposed to offset that?  We tried again in Vermont later that summer, and while it didn't rain, it also felt like "not quite outdoors" to me.

So, yep, I crossed it off, because who knows where my camping travels will take me, but they began this way.  Now, a question for all of you real outdoorsy people: How do you camp without a site?  It's not the finding a spot and pitching a tent and sleeping that I worry about - it's the police.  Are you allowed to just pull off the side of the trail in a national park, or the Appalachian Trail, or the Adirondacks and set up shop?  Is this legal?  Is it safe?  Are you more likely to be eaten by bears or Deliverance-style backwoods-crazies this way?  Regular camping tips are also appreciated, but mainly, I just want to avoid being arrested/eaten if I decide to spend a night in Fahnestock or Bear Mountain.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Worlds of Wonder: Walt Disney World Marathon

So, after two days of not-running-no-not-even-a-little-you-can't-make-me, I started walking on my treadmill and complaining to Shelby, my cyber-running buddy and BFFL, that I hadn't run in two days and couldn't bring myself to do more than walk on a 7% incline today.  I whined that I've been getting home too late, leaving too early, and just generally didn't want to be running.  I didn't tell her, but I'd also eaten a really large portion of instant pistachio pudding by myself.  There was a lot of guilt, and some worry that I wouldn't be ready for our 5k in two weeks.  So, she kept texting me, and finally I just felt so bad that she was so encouraging and I wasn't doing anything, that I ran for a mile just to get it over with.  About half-way through, I felt so good that I thought I could do another mile.  I didn't (hey, no one's perfect), but I was really, really glad to have gotten back on the horse.  Or, the treadmill, as it may be.  I was really gross and sweaty (man, it got hot really quickly here!), and I texted Shelby that I smelled.  She said, "It's the smell of success."  And so it was.

So, I've been thinking a lot about running lately, clearly, and building up and enjoying my quiet time outdoors and generally loving it.  Naturally, I've been thinking about marathons, because doing one seems to be the holy grail for runners, or at least many of the runners I know.  I'm not sure if I want to run one, because it seems sort of scary and not necessarily the reason why I run.  I like the quiet of running alone, and I like not going very far.  And if I did run one, I guess it would probably be the New York Marathon because, um, my whole life seems to revolve around this one little patch of dirt.  But, in an ideal world where I want to run a marathon, I think the one I would pick is the Walt Disney World Marathon, which just sounds like a ton of fun.  I'm a little hush-hush about my love of Disney World (because I am dating someone who thinks it is for capitalist neo-colonialists and because I have a lot of friends who think it is lame), but I have many, many very happy memories from trips there when I was younger, and since Shelby is vocal about her love for it, and since they have an awesome marathon, I figured I'd devote an entry to it now:
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In short, it seems like fun.  The loop runs through all four parks, and there's entertainment along the way.  At the end, you get a Mickey Mouse medal.  Sounds good to me!  (Okay, okay, I know that's too short, but I'm tired, and pretty sure I'm never going to run a marathon. If you think you might, though you can find out more information on the WDW Marathon website.)

Do any of you want to run a marathon?  I know a few readers already have. What made you all decide to go for it?

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Weekend Wanderings: Running

Guys, I had such a productive weekend!  I think that productivity may have led to a complete shutdown this week, though, so sorry for the delays, gaps, generally MTA-like service you'll be getting here this week.  But, the weekend has proven, I think, that when I don't have any real plans, I can get a whole lot done.  This includes:
  • Friday night date night at one of our favorite Italian places, Little Sorrento.  Everything is good there, especially the bread and asparagus ravioli, and they just happened to clear out a birthday party of about 15 nine-year-old boys as we walked in.  Plus, we got to eavesdrop some on a few girls who are apartment searching, and feel glad that it isn't only us. Score!
  • A 2.5 mile run/1.5 mile walk with Cece on Saturday morning, followed by a really refreshing smoothie. (Smoothie Recipe One: 1/2 cucumber, some water, some ice, 2 tbsp honey.  Blend together.)  I wish I could start every morning that way!
  • Planting the vegetable garden out back during the one sunny day of last week.  Even though much of it most likely won't be fully grown until after we leave, it was great to plant, and I'm looking forward to any zucchini, strawberries, tomatoes, green beans, cucumbers, and squash that do make their way into the kitchen.
  • A massive amount of C&R posts ready to go.  I lost some steam, but about half of what I would normally post in June is already written and set to autopost.  This makes me so happy, and also lifts a bit of a weight off my shoulder, since there's lots of other writing I should be doing (like, say, articles and papers and scholarship applications).
  • A 2 mile run alone on Sunday morning.  I love feeling that I'm getting stronger and faster, and I genuinely enjoy running now.*  I can't wait for our race on June 4th!
  • Make my first Green Monster! (Smoothie Recipe Two: 1 banana, 2 cups of spinach, 1/2 cup of milk, 4 tbsp of wheat germ. Blend together.)
  • Brunch with Rachel, who is back in town for some of the summer.  I had an amazing time last summer with lots of friends who were visiting, and while I doubt that will be replicated, it reminded me that there are lots of things to enjoy in the near future!
  • Cleaning up my guest room for Dave's move-in next Wednesday.  This doesn't sound totally impressive, but it really, really is.  The backroom is really a giant storage closet, so clearing it out meant clearing out my real closet to fit things from the room into it, then moving all those things (including, but not limited to, 13 cases of hardwood flooring), then reorganizing and cleaning the bookshelf in there so Dave has space for his own books (he's taking Greek at CUNY this summer, hence the living at my house), then cleaning all the floors and furniture, clearing out the dresser, and washing all the bedding.  And now, running the dehumidifier for a week.
Some things, of course, didn't get done, but really, for a weekend where I expected the most I would accomplish was "eat dinner at a restaurant on Friday," this was awesome.  Hopefully the rest of the week turns around to follow suit and get a little more active!

*I really truly do love running now, something I thought I'd never say, but I got home at 8pm last night and tonight, and don't want to run outside in the dark.  The normal thing to do would be to run on the treadmill that is in my bedroom, but, and I kid you not, I'm sitting here in my workout clothes, too afraid to try it out.  It isn't the treadmill, it's the window it sits right next to, and the dark unknown beyond it.  I am afraid of the dark.  I am also reading a Stephen King novel.  Just so y'all know.  Full disclosure. **
**Oh, wait, Roger just walked in.  I may run without fear after all!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Worlds of Wonder: Summer Weekend Trips

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One of the many perks of working in publishing is Summer Fridays.  I don't know if every single house does it, but all the ones I've worked for do, and the basic premise is that no one in publishing works on Fridays in the summer, so everyone leaves early from Memorial to Labor Day.  Even though I graduated almost exactly three years ago, and worked every summer from the time I was 16 on, I still mourn the loss of true summers, the sort of eight-to-twelve week break that lasts forever, and Summer Fridays let me feel a little bit of that freedom all over again.  Our first one is next week, and I'm ready for it - I even bought heart-shaped sunglasses in preparation for the first beach day.  Sometimes, I just head home right away and bask in a long afternoon, but mostly I am a compulsive planner, and try to fit in as many day and weekend trips as humanly possible.  This summer, the docket* looks a little like this:
  • Hartford, CT:  If you haven't realized after nearly a year and a half of reading about our trips, Roger and I don't really agree on what we like to do on vacation.  Luckily, Connecticut has something for each of us - a writer's house and an art museum.  With both Mark Twain's House and the Wadsworth Atheneum, and only two hours away, this seems  like it was made for us.
  • Charlestown, RI:  My family used to rent a house here every summer, and some of my favorite memories take place on the beach and at restaurants in the area.  There's not really anything here for Roger (who really doesn't like beaches, but does like lobster), but I believe he will come with me just because he loves me.  Shelby says she will also come.  Maybe we will camp on the beach!  Or, spring for a fancy B&B!
  • Storm King Art Center: Roger loves art and bicycling; I love Andy Goldsworthy and being outside.  I still can't believe we've never made it up here.  This summer, we will.
  • Boston, Philadelphia, DC: Those fabulous, old-timey cities close by, where we have friends and where there is culture and fun to be had.  We usually make it out to one of these places each summer, and Boston is next on our list.  Any suggestions?
  • New York, NY: Often, I end up hanging out in the city on Fridays, finding new and interesting things to do, from eating hot dogs at Coney Island to seeing gorillas at the Bronx Zoo to finding a million festivals and concerts and openings.  That's what the first summer weekend will look like - tea at Alice's Tea Cup with Shelby, and several barbecues at home.  Sounds like a good start to me!
Do you have any summer plans yet?  Do you feel a compulsive need to fit in as much as you can, or do you go with the flow?
*I just made this docket up in my head.  Please don't hold me to it.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Gratituesday: Baseball

Jill & Me on Sunday
Despite the fact that every member of my immediate family has lived in the Bronx at some point, I didn't grow up in a baseball-loving house.  It happened when I was about fourteen.  My sister fell in love with Derek Jeter, and my mother admitted she'd always loved the Yankees.  To my completely-non-athletic self, it seemed to come from no where.  All of a sudden, one day, the Yankees were on the TV.  The next, my sister and my mother had an infinite supply of Yankees T-shirts.  On the third day, they had seasons tickets, and two of my family members went to every single Sunday home game for about five years.

Roger & Me  in 2009
It was rare that I was one of those two.  Mostly, I was a sub, warming the bench (you know, our house) until my mother really, really couldn't find someone to go with her, or her boss gave her a set of four tickets and I was allowed to bring a friend.  It happened about once a year, and I was mostly bored to tears.  When they closed the old stadium, my parents were at the last game ever played there, and although they decided not to get  seasons passes at the new stadium, they went to the first game ever played there, as well.  When I went to my first game at the new stadium, I truly couldn't tell the difference from the old one, which had never looked very different from Shea Stadium to me, either.  Heresy, I know, but that should give you some idea of how truly not into baseball I was.  When Roger and I went to our first game together, we had killer seats, like $325-a-seat seats (thanks, mom's boss!), and it was still just a fun outing, and not much more.  Even my love for Americana-kitsch couldn't get me to really enjoy a baseball game.

My father's self-portrait as a hot dog.
So, I'm not 100% sure what changed on Sunday, but I had such a wonderful time.  It could be that my friend Kevin caught a foul ball a few days earlier and tweeted, "Boyhood dream come true."  It could be that my coworkers are invested in the games (one was celebrating her two-year-anniversary at the game on Saturday, and two others use Yankees water cups everyday).  It could even be that I am reading a Stephen King novel (coincidentally, for the first time since I was about 14) and he loves the Red Socks and we were playing them, and, um, who doesn't want to see the Yankees play the Red Socks?  Yay tradition and team spirit and rivalry!  I think what it really was, though, is that I put some effort into it.  For the first time, I put on a pinstripe hat, I ate a hot dog, and I decided, This is the day I figure out when to cheer.  And I did.  Sure, I never quite got excited enough to stand up in my seat, but I instinctively clapped a few times, and knew who was getting points when, and just generally figured it out, and had an great time because of it.

I think this, then, is the life lesson the Yankees have taught me: Sometimes just showing up isn't enough - you have to be present, focused, energized.  And also this: Baseball caps are really good for days when you don't have time to shower.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Weekend Wanderings: Sidecars

Sidecars!
On Friday, my very good friend Alana became a doctor of jurisprudence, so we celebrated.  Because nothing says law school graduate like sidecars and tapas, both of which were awesome.  It was an excellent time of seeing people I don't see nearly enough (Sarah! Elka!), and drinking when I don't drink nearly enough.  I think the highlight, other than Alana's totally excellent law school hat, was certainly how proud and excited her partner was.  I congratulated her and said, "It's never just one person who goes through all of this," and she said, "It really isn't.  This is the culmination of seven years of hard work.  It's just amazing to be a part of it" and I though that was just about the nicest, truest thing I've ever heard.  They're pretty amazing people, and I couldn't be happier for either of them.  And then, WE TOOK A TAXI-CAB BACK TO GRAND CENTRAL!  Awesome.
Alana graduated!

Saturday, of course, I nursed my hangover.  Pretty much all day.  Roger and I did some work at Starbucks, and then came home and made chocolate chip cookies for my parents and their double-dates.  They stayed out later than I stayed awake.  Also awesome, but in a different way.

Yankees Game
Sunday, no longer hungover, we went for an awesome brunch at Birdsall House with my sister and Cece.  I really loved it (the free bloody Mary was the best one I've ever had. And also the second one I've ever had), but I'm not sure the other diners unanimously agreed.  The biscuits Benedict were really delicious, but the mushroom omelet is awfully mushroomy.  I know Birdsall isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I really enjoy it each time I go.  We meandered over to the Bruised Apple, and while perusing, I found a signed copy of Bird by Bird, a book Leah recommended I read a long time ago, and at $6.50, I couldn't say no.  The whole bookstore makes me want to sit down with a cup of tea and my typewriter.  Coincidentally, we went back over to Cece's for a cup of tea, and made banana cream pie (homemade whipped cream! leftover warm pudding!).  Her house also makes me want to sit down with a cup of tea and my typewriter.  Lovely.   After, my family and I headed down to the Bronx to see the Yankees play the Red Socks.  I put a concerted effort into following the game, and those efforts were rewarded by a far more enjoyable game than I've ever seen.  More on that tomorrow!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Gratituesday: Gift Registries

This is not on my Amazon wish-list.
Once upon a time, I hated bridal showers.  I thought they were a greedy ploy for presents, a retro-sexist party for furthering the gender divide, and, to top it all off, just really stupid, with their stupid hats made out of bows and paper plates.  Oh my goodness.  The dislike I felt for them was very strong.  I don't feel this way anymore, and now, actually, I think they're pretty much the most wonderful thing ever: a group of women getting together to celebrate another woman and prepare her for a new part of her life. (Funny how my opinions change constantly, isn't it?)  But, even back when I hated bridal showers, I still really loved gift registries.

For one thing, they're infinitely practical.  When I moved to Brooklyn, I started one for my housewarming party.  Did anyone buy anything off it?  Of course not, because what 22-year-old brings a gift to a housewarming party? (To be fair, most of my friends actually did, which was very sweet and surprising! But they're all creative and got me lots of other wonderful things.)  But, I still use it as a little bit of a shopping list for myself of things I think are awesome, and at holidays and birthdays, my Amazon wish-list is where my family goes to ensure they'll find something I'll like.  (They say I'm picky. I say I know what I like.)  If anyone asks, "Kristin, what would you like for Christmas?" it's remarkably easy for me to say, "Why, anything on my amazon list that fits your price point.  Thank you for asking, Roger/mom/Roger'smom/friend/strangerontheinternet."  I love it.

Secondly, it makes shopping so easy, and I seriously wish people would start using registries and wish-lists for more than just major life changes, because they come in big-handy at less major life changes like birthdays and Tuesdays.  My best friend has has one for ages, and I use it all the time.  I don't think of it as impersonal, because I'm still deciding which item I want her to have, and because when I happen to see something not on the list that screams Shelby!, I still get it for her.  For people you don't know so well, it makes it even easier, knowing that you don't have to resort to cash or risk forcing your nine-months-pregnant cousin to go return a ton of boppy pillows that weren't the right color.  (Also - registries teach me things.  For example, I had no idea what a boppy pillow even was, until I looked on my cousin's registry and bought her one.  Turns out, they are one of the many, many things a new mother needs to ensure proper breastfeeding.  Yes, sometimes I learn things I wasn't quite ready for, also.)

Don't do a google image search for "Tiffany Holiday," folks.
And finally, it's sort of creepy, and I'm almost afraid to admit it, but I really enjoy looking at what other people want.  And not just people for whom I am buying presents - everyone.  Friends from elementary school, acquaintances I've met at a handful of parties, even friends-of-friends.  (Eeek!  I know!  I'm sorry I'm so creepy!)   I don't really believe it gives deep insight into their souls, and I don't really draw any personal inspiration from it (except for the time I saw these awesome glasses on a former roommate's wedding registry - they are just too gorgeous).  But, since putting together my own home, it's been fascinating to me to see what other people feel they need to build theirs.  And while I don't think material objects can tell the entire story of who you are a person or a couple or a family, I do think they offer a certain insight into a personality.  Sure, most of the things on a registry are the same across the board, but it's the differences - a specialty item here, a unique take on a usual item there - that I find so appealing.

I've even been tempted, really and truly tempted, to buy gifts for people off their registries when I barely know them.  There's just something about giving gifts that I've always loved,* and somehow, this really plays into that.  So, this whole entry is in part to tell you that registries are the greatest thing known to mankind,** but really also to ask: How creeped out would you be if I bought you something on your registry or wish-list?  More importantly, what item are you wishing for that really sums up who you are as a person?

*I'm too embarrassed to post it here, but while cleaning out some papers, I discovered a gift list I created when I was in 6th grade, listing all my friends, the gifts I wanted to get them for the holidays, and their price point.  Now, I literally have the same thing set up in Amazon with suggestions from friends' lists.
** Okay, I know there are plenty of things that can go wrong with registries - selfishness, lack of creativity, being rude, etc. - but overall, I just think they're really nice.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Weekend Wanderings: Oxford Reunion

Hudson River (note dark spot on camera - fail)
Roger and I spent most of last week planning a trip to 5 Napkin Burger.  First, we were going on Thursday, then we were going on Friday, and finally, we were going on Saturday.  I think you know where I'm going.  No 5 Napkin Burger for us.  I knew the weekend was in real trouble when Friday night consisted of Roger and I almost finishing an entire pizza by ourselves (doesn't fresh mozzarella mean it's healthy?) and me trying to run while I was really, really sore and still full (I made it, not joking, three minutes and forty-four seconds).  Thank goodness Saturday had bigger plans.


Good sports!
After doing an interview with a really friendly writer, I headed into the city to meet up with Karen, the program administrator from my days back in England.  She'd visited New York right after I graduated, and I was lucky enough to meet up with her then, but this is the first time in three years I've seen her, so that was wonderful.  Other friends from Oxford were there, most of whom I hadn't seen since April of last year or longer, along with Cece and Rob, who are awesome and always up for anything.  We went to the Ninth Ward, which was pretty ideal for a Saturday afternoon.  They had BOGO drinks until 6pm, plenty of space in the back, with a fountain, and pretty good food.  I would definitely go back for another happy hour there.  My friend Aaron, who loved bacon when we met, recently became a vegetarian, so we talked about that for a while (and he disapproved, of course, of my plan to "get back to it one day"), and there was plenty of discussion about where in Queens Roger and I should move with Tess and Esther, both of whom moved there about a year ago.  Our group thinned out over the course of the afternoon, and the last of us finished the night off with drinks at Black & White, a bar that NYMag seems to think is way better than I did.

Some of the SLC Oxonians

Sunday was a low-key day of "getting it done," with some C&R work, some yardwork, some pizza-making (whole wheat crust with ricotta, broccoli, onions, and artichoke hearts, and white crust with chicken, bacon and ranch),* and a short run that I managed to convince Roger to come on with me.  Roger has always been much better at running than me, and so I was pretty impressed with the fact that I could not only keep up with him, but I actually kept going for a tiny bit when he started walking.  Yes, I'm gloating.  No, don't tell Roger I told you.  He might stop coming with me, and I find it really hard to motivate myself without a buddy.  Roger just read this over my shoulder said, "I'm not your buddy!"  Sigh.

Karen & Tess
And, today, I met the wonderful Mary and Becky for happy hour at the Silverleaf Tavern (quick review: way better than Black & White, with fun, cheap appetizers, but find out what their happy hour special drinks are - we didn't, and paid full-price for them - oh, and get there early for free wine in the lobby of the Klimpton hotel, one of the best parts of a great chain).  Seeing the two of them was wonderful, even if I was made fun of mercilessly at dinner for it yesterday.  Roger, of course, sent me text messages like, "Are you alive?" and, ten minutes later, after I didn't respond, "Oh god! Have they kidnapped you?!"  But really, it was just nice to sit down with two new, interesting people, who are both really smart and kind.  So, that's my stance on meeting APW ladies.  They're all awesome, and I'm hopeful that Mary will get that job she's interviewing for, so that we can make this a monthly event.

*I feel this is a good place to tell you that my mother's Mothers' Day celebration was her very own steak, with grilled squash and Junior's cheesecake.  Oh, and a Nook Color.

Friday, May 6, 2011

{This Moment}

{This Moment}

A Friday ritual inspired by Amanda Soule & many others.
Please feel free to share a link to your own moment in the comments.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Gratituesday: Emotion

I'm not really sure how to write about how I'm feeling right now, but reading Lizzie's words this morning made think that I need to say something.  She was brave, so I'm trying to be brave, so please try not to judge me on this one.  It's difficult for me because I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to feel, which is making it nearly impossible for me to gauge how I actually feel.  Roger woke me up on Sunday night to tell me that Osama Bin Laden had been killed, and he tells me I responded with "completely indifference" before falling back asleep approximately thirty seconds later.  I'm far from completely indifferent about his death, but I don't feel like celebrating and I don't feel like mourning.  All I felt on Monday morning, after the news really set in, after I saw a policeman hugging a woman in a hajib headscarf, after I read messages from friends across the internet, was sad.

September 11th is something about which I've always felt sad, and worse still, like I had no right to that sadness.  The only real claim I have on grief there is that we were all supposed to go there on a field trip that day, to an arts college fair.  That when I called my grandmother to see if my parents were alright (my mother worked in a hospital in the Bronx and my father was director of programming for the FDNY, and the phone lines were down all over the place), she cried and I hung up on her and also cried, and then spent the night at my best friend's house to avoid being home.  That we talked about it all the time for the rest of the year, using it in lesson plans and at party conversations, until we didn't anymore.

And that's sort of where it happened for me, the moment where we didn't anymore.  It wasn't that I got over it.  But I read an article from one of the children whose parent died in the Challenger disaster, an open letter to all the children who lost parents on September 11th, talking about how a national tragedy ceases to be a personal one, and to stop watching the images that were taking away all of our breaths.  It wasn't my tragedy, it really and truly wasn't, except in the way that it was everybody's tragedy, and I think I've been trying to let it go it ever since, but have mostly just been suppressing it.  I stopped watching news casts about it, didn't see the movie when it came out, and stopped measuring my life and the progression of time by the date. 

I don't think of my fear of heights as stemming from that day, and I don't think of the way I view our wars or our flag or how I feel getting on a plane or walking down Madison Avenue to work as part of it, either.  I've certainly never, ever visited ground zero, and I didn't dance there on Sunday.  But I don't disapprove of the people who did, even a little.  And not being in either of those camps leaves me feeling as much on the outside of it as I ever did, with no right to grief or the sadness or, yes, the terror, I was feeling on that day.  So while I wish I could say that all I'm feeling is grateful for my life, or my freedom, or the sacrifices others have made so I can have both, it's not only that.  I'm feeling grateful, but also like something unidentifiable and unwanted has opened up inside me, and I'm unsure of how to close it again.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Weekend Wanderings: Home Improvements

Today is the day - the much awaited announcement of the winners of our giveaway!  Congratulations to Sonia and Trisha!  Both are awesome ladies, and I really hope they enjoy their books.  My lovely friend Liz also commented, and I actually have a book that I think would be just perfect for her, so it turns out that everyone is a little bit of a winner here, and I love that.  Thanks again to Meghan for getting the whole thing started!

This weekend went by slowly, which was wonderful after several weeks where I felt I couldn't catch my breath.  Friday night I made chicken taquitos (from Annie's Eats) and four-layer dip (from my mother's limited potluck recipe knowledge) and enjoyed margaritas out of a bucket with Shelby and Cece.  It was a poor excuse for really good Mexican food, but was a great evening regardless, and those bucket-margaritas were awesome! 

We ended the evening a little early, because Shelby and I decided to go running at 7am on Saturday morning.  We're training for a 5k in Albany in June, and this was my first run for it, and our first ever run together.  We met up with Lauren and the three of us ran four reps of 5-minute running and 3-minute walking intervals, followed by a long walk back.  All total, we covered four miles, and it felt great.  We went our separate ways, and I spent the day in and out of bathroom showrooms with my parents, who are re-doing their 1950s-era pink-and-blue-tiled monstrosity sometime in the near future.  Not exactly a riveting afternoon, but I probably know more about steam showers and jets than you do.  Plus, there were clawfoot tubs.  That evening, Roger and I headed to the opening of Art in Cameroon: Sculptural Dialogues at the Neuberger Museum.  I've been to Purchase many times, but this was the first time I'd been in the museum, so it was a nice change of pace.

Saturday was filled with even more home improvements.  Once I finished putting together my pages on Call & Response (secret: our next print issue is coming out this week!), I did the tiniest bit of yardwork imaginable and got a ridiculously bad sunburn for only being in the sun for a few hours.  For lunch, I made a killer guacamole (I decided it would be overkill to have it on Friday, but was craving avocado), and ran two miles on the treadmill.  The rest of the evening was restful and productive, as I started to tie up loose ends and get my house into order again.  No pictures this weekend, but try to imagine sun, flowers, and warm-ish weather, along with smiles (and bathroom supplies)!