I sleep a little over 8 hours on Friday night, and wake at a reasonable hour, but my first sense on waking is a tired confusion.Continue reading “Still a bit off”
It’s hard to remember that I used to occasionally entertain.
It’s hard to remember how that went. How much is enough or how to decide on a plan that’s of a scope that’s reasonable for the number people in attendance.
Or maybe I was just so excited to have company again that I went a little crazy.
Either way, the weather is nice enough to be outdoors and the anti-cicada enclosure seems to work (plus they are starting to fade) and all the attendees are all vaxxed up. So why not go a little crazy?
The menu involved a massive charcuterie tray (ice packs between two metal trays to keep the food cool), plus mini pizza (not shown) plus spanikopita (not shown) plus fruit-cheese tartlets.
For FIVE of us.
It was too much food.
It’s more peopling than I’m used to now, by a lot.
But it was a great time too!
And as much as I might have overdone the menu, I had fun and it felt right … to have company again. To end a crazy stressful week with family fun and bit of festivity.
And more to come, with my sister’s birthday celebration and Father’s Day fun to come.
It’s not ideal, but it’s also not unheard of for me to have less than 10% of my step goal behind me by 1pm.
Ideally I would have a workout in the morning or maybe during lunch, so that I wouldn’t be so far behind by the end of the day. But it doesn’t always happen that way.Continue reading “Slacking”
I woke up sore, and not sure at first how that happened.
Oh, right. Yardwork yesterday. A few yoga stretches had been no match for that. Continue reading “Afterburn – Memorial Day Sunday”
I’m writing this on May 10th. Mother’s Day. I wore my mask and walked over to mom and dad’s for the first time in COVID-time and the first time this season and the first time probably in 2 years because walking there is not a thing when we have extremes of either heat or rain, and last year it seemed like we alternated between the two.
But I’ve gotten off track. So anyway…
It was Mother’s Day and I got to see my Mom, which was great. Dad bought us all a take-out lunch (thanks again Dad!) and I saw my family as a whole (distanced in general and masked a good bit of the time as well) and we played some fun games (which did not require us to cluster).
It’s a good family day!
It’s also the post that – because of my scheduling delay – will go up on Wednesday May 27, midweek after Memorial Day.
Which if I am remembering right, is Uncle Steve’s birthday, and Libby’s birthday.
And knowing that ahead means I’m missing my NJ families, and my uncle, albeit in different ways.
And so I’m just pausing in my semi-random flotsam, to be thankful for all the people who bless my life, but aren’t in my life day-to-day, whether that separation is just-across-town-but-COVID, or across-state-lines, or across-the-great-divide.
You’re loved. You’re missed.
And I’m so thankful for you!
Happy birthday LibbyLou!
It’s been 10 days since the fall, and S is heading home.
I am up early, as I tend to. Comparatively speaking, anyway. So I get in my workout, a shower, the last of the packing (other than S’s morning stuff). Most of the rest we gathered up last night.
She has set alarms, so Continue reading “The Return – scenes from Saturday”
I start my day around 9, coffee and Duolingo and Rosetta Stone in a corner of the Château.
Around 10:15 I go back up to make sure we get out in time for check out and get to our tour in time.
We do, with time to go get a little shopping in, and then we start our local walking food tour.
Our guide Florence is funny, friendly and informative as we trek through the old city, tasting and learning as we go.
The tour lasts a net delicious 3 hours of nibbling, and we get done in time to meet our tour of the hotel (another hour)
Then we take the funicular into the lower city to say we did– plus explore a bit and have a smidge of dessert, before we collect our bags and vehicle and trek back to Montreal.
That’s another three hours, plus check in, parking hoopla, unwinding time, and finally venture out into the evening drizzle to find a pub (full and loud as the locals watch the basketball game). The staff are nice though and the food is good. We share a Pad Thai with chicken (I add sriracha to my plate) and a cookie with cheddar and ice cream that we order on recommendation, but with doubts.
Our doubts are unfounded.
The mild headache is to be expected. I’m operating on too little sleep. If we didn’t have appointments back at the airport about security passes, we would both be inclined to sleep in.
But I’m on a morning schedule anyway so headache or no, I’m up early, dressed, packed, getting a coffee for me and hot chocolate for S, so that she can get up and get ready in time for our airport shuttle.
The appointments seem to go fine, car rental pickup is of course interminable (but that works out because a smaller call gets checked in while we are there, so they can change us from the undesirable minivan to a basic car).
Our plan for today into tomorrow is Quebec City. First we’ll pass QC to visit Montmorency Falls.
Between distance and traffic and stops it’s almost 4 hours to the Falls from Montreal. We laugh at ourselves when we end up stopping at two McDonald’s on the way – a lunch and a bathroom break. We pick up road snacks and I get something so spicy that even I think it’s too hot (still good!) and S laughs at me. Deservedly so.
A light rain breaks out as we arrive at the Falls but clears up to make a nice day.
We get checked into the Chateau de Frontenac and then head out to the Governors Promenade, walking the length to the Plaines d’Abraham and the Citadel, then stop for a simply delightful meal at Cafe de Paris. Top marks, highly recommended!!!
Then we scope out our meeting point for tomorrow’s tour, and it’s back for an early night and a good night’s sleep.
Three day weekend. Labor Day.
It sneaks up on me, on everyone, it seems… how can we be closing out August already? I mean, seriously, didn’t summer just start?
And then we realize it’s approaching, and at work we all reassure one another that it IS coming… it IS.
A long weekend.