Tuesday, July 31, 2018
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.
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Smacksy Sunday Links
Where joy hides and how to find it.
How the jump rope got its rhythm.
The power of thank you notes.
The literal translation of country names.
What a music conductor does on stage.
And a sweet dog and a butterfly.
Happy Sunday.
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Saturday, July 28, 2018
Thursday, July 26, 2018
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
A Good Wish
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Monday, July 23, 2018
My Favorite
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Sunday, July 22, 2018
Smacksy Sunday Links
How to make this the summer of missing out.
Why reading books should be your priority, according to science.
What you should read watch and listen to, according to David Sedaris.
Edible weeds likely growing in your yard.
Bowie, before he was Ziggy. (Or Bowie.)
And elephants hugging.
Happy Sunday.
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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.
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Friday, July 20, 2018
Smiles Everybody, Smiles
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Thursday, July 19, 2018
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Load Up the Carousel
*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.
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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.
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The Romantic and The Realist
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Friday, July 13, 2018
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Smacksy Sunday Links
How to know it's July.
The extraordinary reason exceptional people avoid mediocre friends. (They rewire your brain.)
In praise of the good old-fashioned hobby.
A photographer uses models to recreate Klimt paintings.
Giant marionettes take over Montreal.
And pigs in outfits? Yes, please.
Happy Sunday.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
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."
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.
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