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. 





Monday, July 16, 2018

13


Thirteen years ago today, Mr. Rosenberg and I drove to Vegas and got hitched. It was a good idea, followed by a bunch of other good ideas, and a couple of weird ones, and I'm all for all of it.



Saturday, July 14, 2018

Smacksy Sunday Links


Mindfulness: Not another buzzword.

Let us now praise librarians. 

Dreaming of Paris real estate. 

The secret to really good hummus. 

Winners of National Geographic Travel Photographer of the Year.

Newly discovered Stonehenge-like site.

Swimming cap fashions of the 1950s.

And baby goats running.

Happy Sunday.


The Romantic and The Realist


"It's a heart, for our anniversary," I said, and took a picture.

"Where? Are you sure? I just see dirt," said Mr. Rosenberg. Opposites attracting and all that.





Sunrise, Hawaiian Style


I woke up at 5:45am and peeked out the shutters and this was happening. Oh, Kauai, it's like you never want us to leave, or something.



Friday, July 13, 2018

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Another Time I Wasn't Funny


"Mom! We saw a poisonous sider in there!"

"How did you know it was poisonous?"

"It just looked like it probably was."

"Based on what, exactly?"

"It has green eyes."

"If that's the only criteria, I might know some poisonous spiders."

"Mom, please. I'm being completely serious right now."







Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Vista


It's as if the world said, "I know! But wait until you turn the corner up there. I've got more cool stuff!"



It's There, Just Behind Those Clouds


I took this photo of the moon from the front porch of the house we're staying in on our trip. Then it occurred to me, I'm doing it again. A different front porch, a different tree, the same moon. I'm not sure how something so high in the sky, so far away, can be grounding. And it is.


Sunday, July 8, 2018

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Smacksy Saturday Photo: He's Packed


I pride myself on my travel packing. It's one of my things. We are leaving tomorrow for eight days away at a baseball tournament. This afternoon, I packed Bob's bag. He does not need to bring his bat, but will need everything else. I was determined to fit everything for him into a carryon and one "personal item." (The place we are staying has a washer and dryer.)

Included In Carryon:
Cleats
Batting Helmet
2 Gloves
1 Baseball
1 Pair Batting Gloves
4 Pairs Uniform Socks
Belt
4 Pairs Sliding Undershorts
2 Uniform Jerseys
4 Pairs Baseball Pants
3 Pairs Shorts
4 Shirts
5 Pairs Underwear
5 Pairs Socks
Swimsuit
Rash-guard Swim Shirt

In His Backpack:
Beach Shoes
Toiletries
Snacks
Book
Headphones
Sunglasses

And then I did a victory lap through the house. High five.
Do they have a Packing Tournament? I think I'm ready.












Friday, July 6, 2018

The Eagle Has Landed


The new couch arrived this morning. Everyone just seems very confused by the whole situation. They are on strike against the couch. They have spent some time eyeing the (delicious) throw pillows piled on the kitchen table where said throw pillows shall remain until the end of time so they are not eaten. We have some issues.





Thursday, July 5, 2018

So Long, Craig's List Chesterfield Sofa


We said goodbye to the old (tasty) couch today and the guys are taking it a little hard. Teddy repeatedly walked in circles in the area formerly known as couch. Levi just stared at the empty space for three minutes.

There is another (delicious) couch showing up tomorrow. The new one might smell less like old dog pee, but I'm guessing "someone(s)" will take care of that pretty quick.


Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Fourth of July


I strolled through the park on my way to grab a seat to watch the parade this morning. (I was going to write I "walked" but when you're making your way through a beautiful park, I think it's an automatic "stroll.")

Mr. Rosenberg and Bob continued their long tradition of being in the parade. They marched and performed a quick number from The Greatest Showman with a group of dads and kids. None of us has seen that movie yet so it wasn't until this evening that we found out that's what they had actually been doing. Details.

When it got dark we sat on blankets in the high school football field and watched the firework show. Mr. Rosenberg and I took turns naming the fireworks.

"I call that one, The Screamer."

"That's The Fluffy Sparkler."

"Hey! It's The Super Twister."

"That's the Wonderful World of Disney Opening Sequence, Circa 1969."

And next fourth of July, I hope we get to do it all over again.



Monday, July 2, 2018

Muscle Amnesia


I've been going to physical therapy every week for awhile now, rehabbing my torn rotator cuff thing. I also get to pilates when I can, not as much as I'd like, but still. Today I added something new to my situation and tried the New York City Ballet Workout via the YouTube.

I used to study ballet, like three hours a day, five days a week, a short thousand years ago. I figured I'd catch on to this NY City Ballet Workout, no problem because I assumed not having done ballet in thirty-one years wouldn't be an issue and I am special and the rules don't apply to me and muscle memory and everything.  I made it seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds (give-or-take) into the hour long workout and then every part of me said no.

I will try again tomorrow because that's how change happens but mostly because I committed to the shoes.



Sunday, July 1, 2018

Smacksy Sunday Links

"Hold on guys, be right back, I'm just going to go make the bed real quick and --- oh."

The magic of seeing everything as sacred.

A smart guide to traveling.

This amazing eleven-year-old Nigerian artist.

Twenty short novels you can read in a day.

Eighty-eight artists drew the sky.

And kittens in a teacup.

Happy Sunday.