labor day weekend - sunday

Again with the pajamas and coffee outside.  And basketball.

(Rocketship pajamas purchased ages ago, they finally fit her!)

Carrot cake muffins, they're absolutely a breakfast food.

The middle of the day involved a 4 mile run (my first in a month, ouch) and a 4 mile bike ride.  There are no pictures.  So let's just skip ahead to dinner.  And the delicious rose.

Post nap fog.

And the Boilermaker, it's tradition.

labor day weekend - saturday

We both had Friday off, which made for one of the best drives we've had in ages.  We stopped in New Hartford so I could spend to my hearts desire at Joann Fabrics and he could shop for a new bike at Schuss and Dick Sonnes.  I scored at Joann's.  It takes time to paw through the bolts and bolts (and bolts...) of themed fabric, but patience pays off.  Decent stuff for $3/yard.  Now I must sew.

Saturday morning.  Coffee in pajamas, outside.  Because we can.

These two need to slow it down.  The growing up is out of hand.

He's as sweet and polite as can be.  She is fond of the word NO and her "brudder".

And then there was fishing.

Once properly caffeinated, we set off for Mt. Hope Reservoir.  This kid is mad about fishing and has no shortage of people to take him, but it was high time his aunt and uncle stepped up.  Eli even taught us a thing or two, showing R how to cast.

It's really quite pretty.

Saturday night (after R bought his bike and we killed some time at the never ever changing Sangertown Mall) we headed to my parents.  Where I channeled my inner Katniss and perfected my archery skills.  I'm not half bad, if only my parents had forced me to practice as a child...  I could have been an Olympian!

On the way back to Amy's we stopped at Walmart to sell small bits of our souls to the devil in exchange for things like deodorant and laundry soap at prices that do not make us weep.  I always feel guilty shopping there, but is Duane Reade really any better?

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.

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.