The National Book Award Finalists announcement is usually one of my favorite things to read. But this year it made me feel sad and is (yet another) reminder that I’ve lost a little bit of myself in this not-so-new routine of mine in our not-so-new (to me) city. I have so many unread books on my misplaced Kindle. I haven’t even bothered to look for it.
Five months later and I still feel… I don’t know. Lonely is too strong of a word to describe it. But i’m feeling something and I’m at a loss for how to either a) overcome it or b) accept it and get over it. I need to figure this out soon because this headspace is a not fun.
I don’t want to be demure or respectable.
I was that way, asleep, for years.
That way, you forget too many important things.
How the little stones, even if you can’t hear them, are singing.
How the river can’t wait to get to the ocean and the sky, it’s been there before.
What traveling is that!
It is a joy to imagine such distances.
I could skip sleep for the next hundred years.
There is a fire in the lashes of my eyes.
It doesn’t matter where I am, it could be a small room.
The glimmer of gold Böhme saw on the kitchen pot
was missed by everyone else in the house.
Maybe the fire in my lashes is a reflection of that.
Why do I have so many thoughts, they are driving me crazy.
Why am I always going anywhere, instead of somewhere?
Listen to me or not, it hardly matters.
I’m not trying to be wise, that would be foolish.
I’m just chattering.
Hi Tumblr Friends. I’m looking for recommendations for a place to stay in Paris, ideally something from Airbnb (if you have personal experience), but hotels also ok too. Looking in the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th or 6th.
On our honeymoon, Jason and I did four nights at an Airbnb near Les Halles and then four nights at a hotel near Champs-Elysees. We loved the Airbnb and Les Halles, and liked the hotel but not the Champs-Elysees area. Our honeymoon Airbnb is no longer available. (Womp.) We have been sitting next to each other all evening on our laptops, each with windows open scouring both Airbnb and hotel websites at the same time, and we have seen literally 100,000+ places and gotten ourselves completely overwhelmed.
We watched the new episode of Homeland last night and oh my god some of those scenes were hard to watch. (The bathtub scene especially, for those of you who are all caught up, had me sobbing.) The last few minutes of the show broke my heart. I’m looking forward to another season of rooting for and hating Carrie Mathison. (And loving Saul forever.)
We live on a small block filled with families who take holiday and seasonal decorating very, very seriously. This is stressing me out because, while I enjoy how festive and fun and adorable these decorations look, I actually have little to no desire to put any up myself. I can be such a grinch sometimes and it’s not good. I love our little block and I recognize that it’s important to participate in these traditions. So, I guess I’ll head to Target at some point this week.
Speaking of neighbors and traditions, our block captain (you should just Google that if you have questions because I don’t understand it myself) just informed me that on the 18th all the neighbors will be heading out to a local orchard for a private hayride and bonfire. (Complete with hot dogs and s’mores!)
Still undecided about Patrick’s halloween costume. I just found out his classroom’s Halloween party theme is Disney. So… I guess I have to get two costumes for him because this is probably the last year I’ll get to dress him out without having to take his opinions into consideration and I’m meh about Disney. (Plus, I know we have a lifetime of Disney-like costumes ahead of us.) It’s gonna be tough to top the Fenway Frank costume from last year.
I was just driving home from daycare and making “ambulance noises” with Patrick. (Who is hidden away in the back seat.) My window was down, because it’s a crisp fall evening, and some woman definitely mistook my “WOO-WOO!” as a catcall.
This weekend I was casually looking up private kindergartens here in Philadelphia. One of the applications I found has the following questions listed:
How was your child delivered? (Early, hospital, and c-section were specifically called out)
What medications did you receive during your labor?
How old was the mother when the child was born?
Listen, I understand asking for a kid’s medical history. Also, feel free to do an in-person interview and evaluation of my son. Everyone would love that. But my medical history is none of Patrick’s potential future educators’ business.
Gotta love the not very subtle implications that these things could have a negative impact on a child’s ability to be successful in life and in this expensive as fuck school. GOTTA CONSIDER THE ENTIRE SITUATION, RIGHT?
But at least that’s one less place we have to consider.
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Just downloaded the Dunkin’ Donuts app because when the Eagles win I can get a free coffee. Between that and my Dunkin’ Perks card… I am really working this free coffee system.
We leave for Paris in 65 days and I’m significantly more excited the 2nd time around. We’ll be there for five (Patrick-free) nights and I am currently working on a pretty impressive itinerary for us. Not that we succumbed to this the first time we were there, but it’s nice not to feel this internal, self-imposed pressure to see all super popular tourist stuff. Currently trying to figure out how much is too much to pay for a private cheese and wine tasting class…
I was supposed to run a half-marathon this weekend but I dropped out because I didn’t run a single mile of my training plan. Instead I’ll cook a big spaghetti and meatballs dinner on Saturday, stand on the sidelines cheering my face off during the race, and make reservations for a boozy post-race brunch. I’m a better hostess than runner anyways.
Le Marathon du Medoc - which takes place around Pauillac near Bordeaux on 13 September - sees runners dress up in Carnival-themed outfits to run the 26-mile (42.2km) circuit. Along the way they can tuck into a banquet of French delicacies from oysters to ice cream, washed down with glasses of fine wine.
Participants get a rather generous six-and-a-half hours to complete the race, allowing time for pit stops at various chateaux lining the route.
I have a friend who ran (“ran?”) this marathon over the weekend and I am obsessed.
Let me clear on one thing: Six-and-a-half hours is not at all a “generous” amount of time to “run” 26.2 miles while also enjoying oysters, ice cream, cheese, and wine.
In theory this seems like an awesome event. But really? I’d be better off running the race with just water and (margarita flavored) Shot Bloks sloshing around in my stomach and saving the wine for after I cross the finish line.
I want to be a person who isn’t annoyed by just about everything and everyone.
I think I do a good job of hiding my annoyance (for the most part and never around Jason) and eventually letting it go. However, I wish I just didn’t feel it to begin with. It’s such a miserable emotion.
My flip flop broke while I was walking up Chestnut to pick up my dry cleaning. Thankfully, I was across the street from the Gap. However, I still had to walk across the street with one bare foot, in daylight, totally sober.
Then I got home and my VPN token thingy kept saying “erased” instead of the code to basically do my entire job. IT was able to help me out pretty quickly and now I have some technology on my phone instead of a clunky thing on my keychain. (Insert old lady emoji here.)
Patrick’s daycare did a little shuffling with the toddlers and now his best friend is in a different classroom. (Along with three other kids he talks about all the time.) I’m obviously more upset than he is about this and am trying to sit on my hands and trust the professionals. He can’t move to this new classroom until he’s two and apparently most of his friends are older than him by several months. I have some concerns about this change and I’m not sure a) if they are valid and b) how to address them. I need a child development expert resource right about now.
But, on a positive note we finished Happy Valley (loved it) and I’m all packed.
The day before a trip (a solo, week long, bridesmaid in Boulder then business lady in Vegas trip this time) is always total chaos. Like, how much work, errand running, and stress can I fit into my waking hours?
Looking forward to stuffing the entirety of my closet into a giant suitcase and calling it a day around midnight.
I’m gonna blame it on the short week this time… (But binge watching Happy Valley last night did not help.)
We woke up yesterday to the ceiling caving in in Patrick’s bedroom due to a leaky pipe coming from *somewhere* in the master bathroom. (#Welcometohomeownership seems to be the most popular response for this kind of news.) Patrick was mildly concerned (“water? ‘what happened?”) but was easily distracted by a banana a a blueberry muffin.
My mom and youngest brother are coming to visit for the long weekend. Our plans include the Please Touch Museum, picking out paint colors, and drinking beers.
September is the start of a very busy few months with most of our weekends books straight through to Thanksgiving.
I bought a spiralizer because I need to trick my kid into eating veggies by disguising them as noodles. How does that happen? Patrick used to go HAM on vegetables but now he refuses to even acknowledge them. (He also still won’t eat meat but that one I can accept because there are plenty of non-animal flesh forms of protein that he will eat.) We’ll see how this next adventure in the kitchen goes.