I bought a bottle of wine on my way home from work Tuesday. Rire arrived an hour later, with a bottle as well. "The medicine" he called it. True true true. That's how things are shaping up these days. On a brighter note, we spent the weekend on Shelter Island. A ferry ride is required and all trips become infinitely better when there's a ferry involved.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
shelter island
I bought a bottle of wine on my way home from work Tuesday. Rire arrived an hour later, with a bottle as well. "The medicine" he called it. True true true. That's how things are shaping up these days. On a brighter note, we spent the weekend on Shelter Island. A ferry ride is required and all trips become infinitely better when there's a ferry involved.
Monday, August 13, 2012
lost weekends
Long Beach, Sag Harbor. I shouldn't even be talking about it. People will go and our secret will be ruined. We'll go again this weekend, if life stuff doesn't intervene in the meantime. Mr. Softee drives buy and I might as well be a kid. First in line I am.
Lots going on, nothing I plan to write about at this point though.
What I will mention... Walking through Hell's Kitchen with Rire on Saturday morning, just to catch Eli for an hour before he boarded a bus back home. He was doubled over laughing retelling his cruise ship stories. 11 is a really really great age. A middle of the afternoon movie. There's always something oddly good about walking out of a heater into blazing sunlight. The Olympics. Meb, Bernard, Galen & Mo! I miss track and field already.
I can't run at the moment and I'm antsy. I like being in motion.
I'm cooking endlessly. Shrimp scampi with sliced zucchini and yellow squash. Pumpkin muffins (seasonal cooking is overrated). Quinoa cakes in pitas with tahini dressing. A roast chicken. Rice and beans.
But, enough is enough. It'll be Trader Joe's pizza tonight.
Lots going on, nothing I plan to write about at this point though.
What I will mention... Walking through Hell's Kitchen with Rire on Saturday morning, just to catch Eli for an hour before he boarded a bus back home. He was doubled over laughing retelling his cruise ship stories. 11 is a really really great age. A middle of the afternoon movie. There's always something oddly good about walking out of a heater into blazing sunlight. The Olympics. Meb, Bernard, Galen & Mo! I miss track and field already.
I can't run at the moment and I'm antsy. I like being in motion.
I'm cooking endlessly. Shrimp scampi with sliced zucchini and yellow squash. Pumpkin muffins (seasonal cooking is overrated). Quinoa cakes in pitas with tahini dressing. A roast chicken. Rice and beans.
But, enough is enough. It'll be Trader Joe's pizza tonight.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
2016 olympics
Celebrating the gold!
Yes. Yes, we have been enjoying the Olympics. The real events have started. Track and field! Sorry swimming and gymnastics. I like you, but I do not love you. So we no longer sleep. We just watch hours upon hours of recorded footage. If only we cold mute NBC's ridiculous commentary...
Friday, August 3, 2012
must keep learning, blographer 2012
Erin, Vivienne and Amanda even offered up a little more time and joined a few of us on a walk to the Highline after the event. Fielding more questions in between band-aid applications (new shoes and long NYC blocks are not friends).
So now it's time to make some plans and set some goals!
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