Time for my twice yearly blog post. Seriously, I need to do better.
Lately, I’ve been busy with holiday shopping, W-O-R-K, which takes up much too much of my precious time, and planning for what’s become an annual escape to Cancun. Despite the fact that my eleven year old car needs new brakes and serious transmission work, hubby and I are still flying to the Mexican sunshine soon. Because we all need our fill of Vitamin D, right, regardless of what my friends at NPR tell us.
Oh my goodness. It has been so long since I’ve posted that I forget my wordpress login. It only took a few guesses for me to hack back into my account. Very embarrassing, for so many reasons.
I am in lovely San Diego, where it is chilly and not at all California-like. I am here for work, which is fun and all, but I will admit that the biggest thrill of these cross-country business trips is the amount of knitting I can complete while flying high above our great country. Mile-high knitting is the best. No guilt, no housework beckoning. Only knitting.
Driving home tonight, I listened to the NPR story. It made me a little sad, and also a little nostalgic for the joy found in summer reading lists.
I must have returned Catcher in the Rye to the high school library , but somehow managed to keep this one on the bookshelf for the last 25 years or so. Time to read it again.
Happy Belated New Year. 2010 has presented me with at least two happy things this first week.
The Silver Dollar Pancake Pan
When my nine-year old nephew Alex comes to visit we have a regular routine. In the evening we change into comfy PJs, play a board game of some sort, ideally one that requires “thinking”, such as Sequence or Blokus). The game is usually followed by a movie with either animation or amazing transformer-like special effects.
In the morning, Alex wakes up early and uses his best charm and puppy dog face to convince us to play another board game while the coffee is brewing. After the grown ups gulp a quick cup, and Alex drinks a glass of milk, its off to a local diner for a breakfast, where Alex always orders silver dollar pancakes. He will even special order them if they are not on the menu. I suspect my Dad, Alex’s grandfather, introduced him to this breakfast delicacy, as I have fond memories of these ordering these little pancakes when I was a girl. Now, thanks to Crate and Barrel, instead of heading out into the cold, we can stay in our PJs and make perfect tiny pancakes at home.
A Dino Dog Coat
Max would never tolerate a dog coat, but with a little effort and a doggie tranquilizer or two, I may just be able to wrangle him into one of these. His nickname is, after all, Maximus Rex.
For more details on this particular dino dog coat, check out Crazy Aunt Purl’s latest post.
Last weekend we traveled to Chicago for a family wedding. Months and months of planning and extreme organization resulted in a fantastic two days of celebration. The bride was beautiful. The groom cried. The tuxes didn’t fit at first, but did in the end. The weather was beautiful. My dress sparkled. We met old friends and new friends. We drank fancy champagne and cheap Chianti. We danced all night. It was so much fun, I hated to see it end.
Life is good and full. I’m thinking about the fact that it is Friday the 13th. A scary day, maybe, for some. Maybe a day full of possible calamities and tragedies, spookiness and overall bad luck.
But not for me. So far, I’ve survived this Friday the 13th no worse for wear. My workday was uneventful, full of silly meetings, spreadsheets, and voice mails. Jeff welcomed me home with a smile, and dinner on the table. A healthy dinner of grilled chicken and special salad (made special by pumpkin seeds and cranberries – yay autumn!) Lovely music was playing on the iPod dock. Sounds of KT Tunstell, Jimmy Buffet, Abba. All good. We sang to Max. He grunted in approval.
Knitting and DVR awaits me.
The landscapers came today and blew all the leaves off the front lawn, which is fit for a magazine cover photo now. Tomorrow the rain will come and it will look messy again. For now, it looks pretty.
It is a good day.
The thing about “Futures at Fenway” is that you are looking forward and back all at the same time.
Looking forward, you get to watch two games, featuring some of the future Red Sox stars – guys who are currently playing for Portland Sea Dogs and the Pawtucket Red Sox, the team’s minor league affiliates. Hopefully, some day soon, we’ll be seeing a few of these guys playing in the bigs. (If one or two of them can pitch middle relief, even better – but that’s a story for another day.)
And looking back? Well, you get to feel like a kid again, as the photo here shows so nicely.