Saturday, August 18, 2018

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Aw, Ted


When your boy goes camping for the weekend, you get the whole bed to yourself. You're not excited about it.

Friday, August 17, 2018

Friday Night


The guys are camping and it looks like this.




I am not camping and it looks like this.





Thursday, August 16, 2018

Fall Ball


Summer ball ends and fall ball begins and thank goodness they overlap.


Tuesday, August 14, 2018

The Saturday Holiday


Saturday was National Baseball Card Day and while not a religious holiday per se, it's definitely a spiritual holiday in our house. Bob made plans well in advance to attend the card day event at his favorite (place on earth) card store, Hall Of Fame Baseball Cards.  Bob routinely saves his allowance for trips to this dark and narrow store, with circa 90s carpeting and paneled walls filled with sports cards and memorabilia. On National Baseball Card Day, the place was packed.

There is one chair in the store, a peeling Pier One Papasan chair with a faded red cushion. I refer to it as The Mom Chair since only moms sit in the card store. Moms who drive their kids to the store and patiently accompany their loved ones while important transactions are made. When we got to the store on Saturday, there was of course another mom already in the chair. I stood by, knowing I could outlast her. Bob had plans to be in the store for the entire two hours before his baseball game warm-up at 2:00 PM.

Sometime between the baseball trivia game and the raffle, Chair Mom left and I took over the spot. From The Mom Chair vantage point, I could see the whole store and comfortably take in the quiet joy of fans and their cards. I breathed deeply and noticed a distinctly musty smell in the chair. It was the scent of a thousand mom perfumes. Emeraude and White Linen, Chantilly and Vanilla Fields mingled together and for an hour and twenty minutes, I held down the spot in the store that is at least as important as the signed Jackie Robinson ball in the glass case.






Monday, August 13, 2018

Castle Path


When I'm trying to fall asleep, I will walk along this path again in my mind.


Sunday, August 12, 2018

Smacksy Sunday Links


Jewels in the dust. Oh, my heart.

Donny is coming to town in September and I will be there. Check out the tour schedule and go.

Making a list like this list is on my list.

I could look at the photos on this site all day. (Goals.)

Looking forward to listening to the Everything is Alive podcast. So clever.
(Thanks for the tip, Molly)

Some nice salads.

And why geese fly in a V.

Happy Sunday.







Friday, August 10, 2018

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Sunday, August 5, 2018

One of Those Places


Have you had that feeling when you find yourself in a place in the world you’ve never been before and you instantly know it? The feeling that maybe your bones recognize the land and the buildings? Your heart somehow remembers the faces of strangers as you pass them on the street? I’m having that feeling every time I turn a corner or inhale deeply or drink an espresso in a cafe on the square. (Well, the espresso and I are not strangers as we’ve met previously. On many occasions.) We leave here today but some part of me will always stay. I am astonished by Portugal.





Smacksy Sunday Links

Friday, August 3, 2018

Portugal Day 4



On Day 4 in Portugal, we left Lisbon, traveling 16 miles south to the town of Palmela. Our hotel shares a wall with the chapel belonging to the Castle of Palmela and integrates the cloisters of the old convent. The chapel is a relatively newer building at the site, dating back to just the 17th century. Just.




The castle dates back to the year 856, built by The Moors. It sits atop a hill with a view of the Setúbal Peninsula and the Costa Azul. Roughly translated by someone who doesn't speak the language, those words are Portugese for "Wow."



The monastery orchards.



When Mr. Rosenberg and Bob and I walked up to the castle for the first time, we heard singing. There was a bride and groom having their picture taken. A man in their small group of eight was singing to them. That moment has become my new definition for breathtaking.

You will want the sound on for the video.




Outside the hotel, plants and stairs and beauty.



Inside the hotel, chairs and stairs and beauty. 



View from the room.





View from the breakfast table. Bom Dia/Good Morning/Good Day. It is. 



Thursday, August 2, 2018

On Portugal Time


The sun was just setting in Lisbon as we walked into the busy square near our apartment. Josephine Bistro, the sidewalk cafe, was packed. Mr. Rosenberg asked a passing waiter how long the wait was for a table. The waiter answered, "I do not know. Maybe one beer? Maybe ten?"

We found his estimate to be accurate.



Wednesday, August 1, 2018

I'm Like One of Those Dogs Who Work at the Airport


All of us have special skills. I have a few myself. Most of my skills center around organizational craziness involving silverware drawers and coat closets. I can also wiggle my ears. I have memorized an arsenal of old-school remedies ("Put a copper penny between your top lip and gums to stop a nose bleed...") I can fold a fitted sheet. I can name any Steve Miller Band song in three notes. Am I just showing off now? Yes, I am. Today at the Lisbon apartment we are staying in, I employed one of my very special skills.

I have not smoked pot since 1987 but being raised in Santa Cruz, California - a marijuana haven - I have a sixth sense (Sensimilla? Hello!) about where pot is hiding in a room. In California, it's legal and you don't have to hide it anymore so I haven't employed this skill for quite some time.

In a game I like to call I Know Where You're Hiding Your Weed, look at the photo below of the living room at our Airbnb and guess where the gram of plastic-bagged weed is hiding. (I did!)


If you guessed, inside the seemingly empty chest being used as a coffee table in the center of the room, you are correct! You are now allowed to add Weed Whisperer (or something) to your special skill list. Congratulations. I wiggle my ears to you.






Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Lisbon Day 1


Things to know about Portugal:
1. Portugal is lovely.
2. Refer back to #1.

Monday, July 30, 2018

The Line


As we made our way through customs in Montreal, I was mesmerized by the serpentine line of hundreds of people moving through the cordoned stanchions. So many people, each with their own individual stories of heartache and joy, their personal struggles and good fortune and bad passport photos.

Crowds generally give me a feeling of smallness - but small in a good way. A way that reminds me that I'm but a tiny part of this whole operation and that my hours are not better or worse than anyone else's just because they belong to me. We're all here just walking through the line. Together.











Saturday, July 28, 2018

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

A Good Wish


"Mom? Remember how when we were in Kauai after the luau and it was so hot and you found us all in the field playing a pick up game at like 10:00 at night?"

"Yes, I do."

"Yeah, I wish I could just stay in Kauai with my team and go to the beach and have shave ice and play baseball forever."




Monday, July 23, 2018

My Favorite



My favorite from Kauai: Mr. Rosenberg as base coach, Bob and his pals on the field. 
Photo by Phil Regan



Sunday, July 22, 2018

Saturday, July 21, 2018

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Caffeine Maintains My Sunny Personality


When we were in Kauai, I left the baseball field before the game one morning, in search of coffee. One of the other mom's gave me directions to a place she had found. I went two blocks down until I saw the closed taco stand on the left, then down the side street and through an alley-way into a parking lot then pull up to what sort of resembled a storage shed with an open window. I pulled up to the window and asked the woman inside for three black coffees. (Not all of them were for me. Sort of.) She smiled and nodded and disappeared into the tiny coffee house.

I sat in my rental car and waited. And waited. And then waited. Just as I was starting to worry that something tragic had happened to her (or my coffee), she came back to the window and handed me my order in a to-go box she had fashioned out of a cereal box and duck tape specifically for my three coffees. Just in case I didn't love Hawaii enough already.

Aloha.




Thursday, July 19, 2018

More Photos Because I Said


I know! I know.



Yep, amazing.



Mr. Rosenberg took the one of this guy.



Pretty darn glorious. 




Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Load Up the Carousel



Remember when we all used to watch slide shows of each other's vacations? If you're too young to know what I'm talking about, please just nod yes anyway. I could build an epic slide show from the pics we took in Hawaii because it's extremely tough to take a bad photo on those islands. Instead of hauling out my projector and the Jiffy Pop, Snack Packs, and Space Food Sticks, I will just leave a few more (Yes, more!) photos here now and then. Aloha.







*Footnote: Paradise is humid so pack a hairnet.