Photofall

Another photo "fall" (like waterfall)...random order computer generated.

We have had tiny pockets of warmer temps here and there, but the trees are still quite bare.  I am happier for the longer days, but do love a shot of stark branches against sky.

Cap records and then watches Japanese programming late at night after the rest of us have gone to bed.  So when one of the rest of us turns the tv on the next day, we sometimes catch a glimpse of Japan.  This program brought my paternal grandfather rushing back into my consciousness.  Not only was he a lover of classical music, but in the years preceding his passing, he would often while away the time watching classical concerts on NHK on his widescreen.

Last week, Cap and I met my sister and her one and only for dinner in the city.  The hellish two hour trip in was well worth the precious time communing over one of the few cuisines we can't enjoy in our restaurant haven of a town.  (Our trip home?  Under thirty minutes.)

Snow in March.  Again.  For Cap and me it's a lovely reminder of the day in 2001, another snowy March one, that we discovered we were pregnant with Sag (which felt as wondrous as the "spring" flurries).

Windows.  At the library.  Shot during a leisurely Sunday lunch with my sweetie.

There is something eternally yummy about seeing a kid read while walking.

We had lunch and hung out with my dad and then he stayed with the kids while we went into the city to have dinner with my sister and Mike.  The kids were happy to have time with their granddad.

Endorphin face.  Did the elliptical with Danielle this week.

Leo and me.  He turned four in January and is less and less a "little" boy every time I see him.

The mystique of the red velvet cupcake.  I get it...and I don't.  This one was delicious.

Snow again.  This was shot at night out a front window.

I have a thing for window seats.  Since I was a little girl and wanted one so bad.  I have created them ever since, in every space I could.

This morning we celebrated Gem's name day.  It was delicious.

This afternoon, while Sag and Cap were at gymnastics, Gem and I hit the library.  He needed books about potatoes for his latest research project.  He found others, as well.

My breakfast plate this morning was a veritable United Nations: Ethiopian coffee, Irish butter, and Finnish cardamom bread.  Yum.

When my favorite eatery moved from its cozy and seemingly perfect original location to the café space in the library a couple of years ago, I thought it was a death knell of sorts.  I have been so pleasantly surprised by how they have transformed this institutional space into a warm and welcoming haven.  Not only have I continued my patronage, but I do believe I drop by even more.

Striving to get more veggies back into the rotation post-GI bug recovery.  A duo of bacon: Brussels sprouts with kimchi and roasted broccoli with garlic.

Another shot from the library.  This place is the source of such varied inspiration.  I love it.  I call this one: Twenty Face.

Peace and love.

Lion and lamb

These shots have been taken in the last eight days...essentially spanning the time since my last post not counting the one about the eyeglasses.  This time has been alternately incredibly busy and drop dead still (seemingly by day).  That has been the syncopation.  Post-recovery from the big sick that slogged through, the energy of late winter and a March that has been as alternately lion and lamb.

These are the quiet shots.  The ones that lull and soothe.

There has also been plenty of this:

And, as ever, the food.

I have been processing, integrating, expelling, reeling...and sleeping.  Analysis and reflection have been happening in snippets, but it has not been a time of deep focus.

Thanks for sticking with me.

Peace and love.

P.S.  There was a quietly meaningful lunch out.  A first: the three of us ate the same thing at a restaurant.  Brown rice wraps for Gem and me, a wheat one for Sag.  Tuna, egg salad, and ham and cheese.  With local chips on the side.  It was a moment of simple pleasure and deep gratitude.

Not meant to be

I am sorry for the absence.  I've been preoccupied with "in real life" stuff.  Not that blogging is not real life, because it is, to me.

Here is a self-portrait I shot today.  Wearing spectacles I really dug and was all set to order...till I found out how much.  And I just couldn't.  So I went with the getting new lenses (the lower half of my bi-focal script had changed yet again) in an old but very gently used pair of sunglasses frames I have held onto.

Sigh.

These frames were purple.

Sigh.

Peace...and more soon.

Alrighty then

What I did not confess yesterday: I was slightly horrified at the thought that my time at the Y wiped me out for the rest of the day.  

Turns out, I have entered the part of "the change" that is signaled by my periods being irregular.  I thought I might be ovulating, but...no.

I'm a bit pale and tired, but, man, did the workout mellow out my chemicals.  I have been so calm and clear-minded...even as I shoveled in a bunch of PMS-y foods in my craw last night.  I have plans tonight to have dinner with friends followed by a dance party.  I am taking it easy during the day...tackling the disordered piles around me (you can see some of it in the background of the pic) one piece at a time.

Peace.

Well

Went to the Y.

Enlisting a buddy in this process was critical. I would not have made it out of the cozy confines of home today if not for the plans I'd made with Danielle.

We were early for Zumba so we hopped onto the elliptical machines for 20 minutes. Wow those things are virtuous yet boring.

Zumba was hard to describe. I appreciated many things about it, including the instructor, who was quite inspirational. It was a small class due to the snow and I was grateful for the space and the unobstructed view of the teacher.

I was surprised that I did not hurt myself or feel any pain doing these two activities back-to-back. Also, that I did not have to rest from exertion.

I was less surprised that my mind managed to wander during these activities...but still surprised. Especially during Zumba, which was as much brain gym as body one, the things that popped into my head...

When it was all over, I had so many questions. Such as, how do people not spend hours and hours at the gym? There is so much to do! I so wanted to jump into the pool after Zumba.

My predominant emotion/mental state was confusion. I was tired but energized. Calm and not grumpy. I smiled more than a few times during Zumba, but also regretted going pad-less with all the jumping I was doing.

Once home, I have wanted more than anything to curl up in a blanket. After feeding the kids and myself, going over some Math work, and a long, hot shower, I finally snuggled down with a mug of hot tea at hand.

A few hours later, I am feeling something in my knees, in particular. I will down some Advil with my Americano before heading out to play with/babysit my young friend, Leo.

Since I have plans to go dancing tomorrow night, I have already nixed my plans to go to Athletic Conditioning at 9am. I will return to the gym Sunday for some more Zumba.

Peace and love.

Thursday things

I took the kids to the local zoo yesterday.  I thought we might see some energetic critters as a storm system moved our way.  We were rewarded with wolves who were eager to commune.

 

Hacking and updating our tired old spaces.  These three new pieces in the bathroom are all from Ikea.  The large bath rug I bought at Amazon started unraveling after the second wash.  That's being returned, it was really nice and expensive.  A shame.

We're still not sure about the new slipcover.  We thought it was going to be padded, but it is not.  It is a 75/25 cotton/poly blend and feels like a stiff linen or hemp (which I don't mind).  Unfortunately, as you can see, it has that easy-to-wrinkle linen quality, too.  It is, also, dry clean only.  And, it was expensive.

 

Two of our older cushion covers are still drying.  I spent an hour watching John Carter and plucking off very small feathers from the inside of these covers.

 

The landlord finally sent over a contractor to patch up the hole in the ceiling.  It needs a coat of paint, but we went ahead and set the desk up in there.

 

Things are coming together nicely in the kids' room...till you get to the pile of stuff with nowhere to go.  We are keeping the red dresser (from my childhood) for now, as well as, the blue egg chair.  But all those other bins/containers need spaces to fit onto somehow somewhere...or there will need to be more vetting of stuff.  Sigh.

Peace and love.

Replete

I had a lovely day "off".

Went to bed late and was pushed around quite a bit by a sleeping eleven year old.  But, woke surprisingly rested.

Returned some stuff and bought a new slipcover for the sofa.  Brunched at Ikea.  Spent the morning with Danielle.

 old becomes new.

Shopped for "workout" gear.  I have yet to go to the Y with all the being sick/taking care of the sick/recovering.  But, I am mapping out classes and thoroughly enjoyed shopping today.

 barefoot shoe.

Brought back to balance by Vinny.  He taught me something new, I am restocked on herbs and tea.  Ahhhh.

writing on the wall.

Relished some time alone in the bookshop.  Decided to use some birthday money to buy Quiet and Drift.

thank you, Jamie.

Popped into the hardware store for a combination lock and other sundry items.  As I walked back to the car, I felt hungry and remembered a positive review of a Korean place that opened last year.  Since I was walking right by, I stepped in for some takeout.

bibimbap for dinner.

Yes, it has been a wonderfully present day.  I hope it has been for you, too.

Peace and love and gratitude.

Why yes, yes you are chopped liver

Yipee!  The chopped liver is delicious.  It is flavorful, tender and packed with goodness.  The alchemy is stunning.

After I made it yesterday, I was resigned to having made some rookie mistakes and determined that the next batch would be better.  It was too salty, tasted more of ghee than liver, and my preparation of the livers themselves had not been pristine.  I almost followed the instructions in the recipe to a "T" but at the last second decided to follow my instinct and finish mashing with a potato masher rather than just a fork.

Early this morning a thought flickered: perhaps the chopped liver would not be awful.  The ghee would have solidified some, saving the texture which was plain weird yesterday.  Maybe the saltiness would be remedied by "rest".  Magic can happen with a night of refrigeration, this I know.

Wow.  So glad I gave it space and that I didn't spend a night fretting about what I perceived as a "fail".

Happy and grateful today for a local farmer who sells fresh livers from his truly free ranging chickens, for my cultural roots within Jewish foods, and for having a life where I can nourish my body with healthful and tasty sustenance.

Peace and love and warm fuzzies.

Saturday shimmy

The kids are hogging my laptop as they weather this phase of getting better. I started blathering a post last night but it was too long to deal with on the Blogger app on my phone.

I am on my phone again so this will be short and sweet.

Well, not totally sweet. I nearly had insomnia last night which was the upsetting end to an uncomfortable evening. I think my womanly hormones may do me in before this is all over.

Anyway, I woke early after really not getting enough sleep for the second night in a row. Read a chapter of my book and felt comforted and clarified. (How To Talk So Kids Will Listen & Listen So Kids Will Talk)

I had a cup of Raspberry Earl tea and a slice of Udi's toasted with Kerrygold butter.

Nudged the kids into fresh pajamas and into "my" bed, the pullout in the living room, so I could wash the bedding on the big bed where they've been camping out.

Popped down to the farmer's market, surprised and delighted by how cold it was again. Jumped on the chance to buy fresh chicken livers from our pastured meat farmer. Was a little bummed I had no cash to walk over to the Redeye for a latte-to-go.

Made Gem some onigiri (rice balls) which made him so happy. Spiked some box chicken broth with fresh ginger and garlic. Made Sag some toast. Listened to him describe a dish he wants my help to make: a waffle burger. Stay tuned. Had a bowl of broth with leftover rice and a poached egg. Had some face time with Cap who has finally turned a corner.

Transferred the wash to the dryer and headed out to run a few more errands. A&P for an onion (for the chopped liver), CVS for new toothbrushes for all of us and floss sticks for the kids, gas station for a fill-up, and the bookstore for some getting better reading. (Sag's book is actually a great job at the eye doctor and dentist present that he had ordered last week.) I ordered a book for myself, the teen companion book of the How To Talk To Kids series.

I chose the first Hercule Poirot mystery for Gem. He has cracked it open and I think is intrigued because it isn't easy...it's unfamiliar territory in a genre that he likes.

By the time I returned, the bedding was dry. Made the big bed and Gem promptly reinstalled himself. Sag stayed out in my temporary bed. Refilled hydrating fluid glasses (again and again). Caught up on social media. Made chopped liver. (More on that tomorrow.)

Decided I want to see a movie tomorrow, but there isn't much playing at good times. I would actually love to see Django Unchained, but it's only showing at 10:30 pm. I also want to see Life of Pi, but it's only showing at 1 pm which is borderline too early. Maybe the Oscar shorts? Maybe Amour? Quartet? Zero Dark Thirty?

Things will start winding down here soon. The kids were up early and will hopefully retire on the early side. I may pay for Argo tonight. Or I may catch up on Shameless and House of Lies.

That was not short. But it was a glimpse into the day.

Peace and love.