When did this happen? We were out to dinner with friends last night. Our friend asked if we were already forgetting things about when Ben was small. Ted forgets everything (he knows it) already so his answer was an obvious, … Continue reading
Sitting at the office, minding my own business and my phone buzzes. It was B’s teacher texting me these photos of playground time (I then Instgramed them). Aunt K will be so thrilled. Made my day.
Today is Grandma T’s birthday. And her moving day. I hear there is to be a big party at her new place. She will be the queen of the day while others do the heavy lifting. Happy birthday, Grandma! We … Continue reading
We had a wonderful long weekend! Here’s a quick update:
Because Memorial Day weekend is known for furniture sales, and because we had a coupon, we bought new furniture. Maybe not the most responsible thing to do at the moment, I’ll give you that. But its awfully nice.
[Sorry for the craptastic pictures. The regular camera battery is dead so I had to use the phone.]
You can just see in the upper corner of the picture where T painted the walls on either side of the fireplace a couple times. First he tried the gray from the townhouse basement bathroom, but that wasn’t dark enough, so he tried a color called “Zinc” and that seems to be a winner. Strangely, it looks like he painted it two different colors–one on either side. My friend Ariel needed a lot of convincing that both sides were the same. Some trick of the light, I guess. I like it. I tell people it’s “dynamic.”
Saturday night we had a great dinner with friends in Lyons and got to tour their property along the St. Vrain river. Despite the continued soggy weather, we had a fantastic time trooping around the “farm,” envisioning the sheep, goats, and wild yak that may soon live there. Highlight of the night was finding an owl pellet under a ponderosa pine in the dim evening light. We pulled it apart and found the itty-bitty jaw and incongruously large front teeth of a hapless rodent; the owl’s last meal.
Sunday was a pretty chill day. Mostly we organized in preparation for next weekend’s EPIC neighborhood garage sale. The neighbors all say that it is epic. I’m excited. More to see what treasures the neighbors drag out onto their lawns than I am to unload my own
junk treasure. But, it will be good to get the front room back, which is where all of our junk treasure is currently parked. On Sunday night, the cousins came over for dinner…a little carb loading before the BoulderBoulder. I wish I had pictures of the girls eating spaghetti–it was too cute.
Monday morning, cousin Cassie and I ran the BoulderBoulder with 50,000 other people. Oh, the humanity. And, oh the spectators. Guy at mile 1 giving out a tray of bacon, the people around mile 4 with a table filled with beer and doughnuts for runners, the Elvis impersonator, the Guns n’ Roses cover band (complete with Slash lookalike)–they were all fantastically entertaining and kept me from thinking about the pain I was in. That course was UP hill, I tell you. We ran fast though. Well, it was fast for me, anyway. The winner ran it about twice as fast as I did, but who’s counting. I came in 17,856th. Not too shabby. Here we are, happy to be finished!
That was Monday morning. I made ribs that afternoon and Tom&Ariel and Matt&Jodie came over for dinner. Are you counting? That’s TWO DINNER PARTIES IN ONE WEEKEND! Who ARE we? We have never been this social as a couple. Seriously, it’s the house’s fault. It makes me want to have people over. I wake up and the house twists my arm and makes me phone up friends. With its space for seating, yard to hang out in, and hot tub to soak in (6 was kinda tight, lots of sloshing…the water level is definitely lower now). I am so in love with this house. And with having people over. We rarely had people over in the townhouse. Mostly just family because, you know, its okay to cram 6 of them into your dollhouse-sized dining room and rub elbows while you try to cut your meat. But friends, people we like (not that we don’t like family)? I just couldn’t. Now, I CAN! So, I DO!
Matt&Jodie brought yummy venison tacos and Ariel&Tom brought delicious creme brulee with rhubarb surprise and lentils that we all agreed were about a “4” (it’s a rating thing for all the recipes Ariel’s been making out of the giant Gourmet cookbook; 4 isn’t very good). My ribs (roasted and grilled with a garlicky balsamic glaze) were tender and good. It was a fantastic meal with lots of laughter and great stories.
Ariel&Tom brought us their kayaks that they don’t want anymore. We’re so close to two different reservoirs and think it might be fun to try paddling around, watching birds. We need to get life jackets to be legal, but hope to get out on the water soon. I tell T that I’m going to teach the dog to sit on my boat so we can all go together. If that doesn’t work, I guess I’ll zip him into his floatie and tie him to the front of the boat. If I put ball on a pole so that it dangles in front of him, he’ll drag me around any lake for as long as I like, I suspect.
Also this weekend, I discovered that things are growing in my garden. I planted seeds, so its not like I experienced some kind of gardening immaculate conception or anything. But, ever since I planted seeds, it has rained, rained, and rained some more. To the point where I go around saying “Vermont called–they want their weather back” to anyone, because I think its the funniest thing ever. I figured they would all rot, or slide around the bed and all sprout up in one corner. Plus, these garden beds are situated in the shadiest spots in the yard. I’m not sure what the previous owners were thinking. Maybe they weren’t familiar with photosynthesis. So, I planted seeds with low expectations and high hopes. I did a little inventory this afternoon, though, and it looks like things are coming up pretty much where they should be.
This year, I decided to do the “square foot gardening” method. Super duper anal gardening is more like it. AJ used to make fun of me for over-planting and messy rows. This year, I wanted to really try this technique so, I went out there with my ruler and measured off 1-foot by 1-foot squares and planted my seeds just so. I’m curious to see how it turns out. Here’s the first little babies coming up.
So, that was my weekend. A little bit of everything. A lot of fun.
Got back from the PS4 Reunion weekend around 7pm, which wasn’t much later than I’d hoped, despite it all. What’s “it all” about? Well…
Mom & dad and I got up at 7am. When I opened my eyes, dad was in front of the open closet, pulling out a light blue shirt, saying something like, “This shirt is not a man’s shirt! This blue is not for a man, this is a girl’s blue! Why do you buy me stuff like this?” We all got dressed and headed down to the lobby for breakfast. Roz and Marty were there so we had coffee and visited with them for a while. Dad continued to grouch about his shirt down there. Roz wasn’t sympathetic, saying that Marty wears pink and light blue all the time and he’s “all man.” Hysterical. That reminded mom of when Karen and I played softball and our team, the “Leopards”, wore pink. Dad, the coach, wasn’t happy about also having to wear pink, so the next year our uniforms were brown. Wah-wahn. No one liked that. So, the year after, we were back in pink. I think we were undefeated and most of us went on to be on the fast-pitch team, the Nuggets (we appropriatly wore yellow) where we also won a lot of games. I was the catcher. I think Karen played third or shortstop, but I can’t remember.
So…breakfast dragged on because we were waiting for Bob W. to come down. Roz wanted to say good bye (they were sweethearts in the 4th grade and lived on the same street). The French Open tennis match started. Federer vs. Soderling. Mom noticed that Federer was wearing a blue shirt that was the same color as the one dad was wearing. We thought that was funny. Later, I pointed this out to Dad. He stood next to the TV in the room and held his shirt sleeve up to Fed’s body. “It’s not the same shade,” he said. Anyway…eventually at 11:30, after hugs goodbye to Roz and Marty, second breakfast, the end of the tennis match (Federer won, handedly), and a nap…Bob, Nancy, Mom, Dad, and I piled into the car and headed out for the next round of driving tours.
But first we stopped by Bob’s second house–they moved there when he was in the 6th grade. We snapped a few photos in front of the house. Bob pointed out where his old bedroom was–which window. He said that his room was so small that he had to kneel on the bed to open the dresser drawer.
Next we went to Dad’s old house. On the way, he and Bob both said how surprised they are that its so close–it seemed far when they were kids. Everyone said this all weekend, actually, that the neighborhood, the buildings, the streets all seemed to have “shrunk”. Dad’s street is longer now than it used to be. It used to be a dead end. And there are houses packed all along both sides where 60 years ago there were woods where they used to play. He pointed out a house with green vinal siding that Grandpa (or Grandpa Pagano, I’ll have to check) bought. Pauline and Ralph lived downstairs, Bennie and his wife (what was her name?!?) lived upstairs. Dad’s old house was one of those places that has a roof like a barn. It was on a big lot–with a driveway leading to an off-kilter 2 car garage, a peach tree, and a yard. Dad explained that there used to be a big apple tree in the back, a victory garden, and some chickens. After the war, the chickens and roosters were dispatched, because the backyard neighbor didn’t like the early-rising, none-too-quiet roosters. He explained that one of the lower windows was a coal shoot where heating coal was delivered to feed the furnace. Down the other lower window, he said, went grapes! What on earth?!? Yeah, grapes. They had a press and Grandpa Pagano used to make barrels of red and white wine down there. I had no idea. Dad told all kinds of stories about the house and the neighborhood. I got them all recorded. My favorite was the one about how this one time an older kid who lived across the street was shooting a bb-gun in the street and Dad got hit in the face–almost right in the eye. Pauline was out there with him and she was so afraid that they’d get in trouble that they told Dad if he stopped crying and wouldn’t tell, they’d let him do whatever he wanted…so he stopped crying and shot that kid like 5 times in the ass with the bbgun!!! We all cracked up. It was great.
After a few pictures in front of Dad’s house, we drove around the neighborhood a little more, past the pizza place where the “slice of hot pizza” episode happened, past the church, past the old seminary. We headed out to the Yonker’s Stew Leonards–yay! I had considered stopping at the one in Norwalk, so this was great. I was pretty hungry and headed straight to the soft serve and got a cone. Mom got one too–fat free vanilla. Yum. We enjoyed our cones as we wandered through the store, snaking past the rows of produce, bread, meats, fish, and all kinds of other foods. It was nuttier, busier, and more crowded than I have ever experienced at the Norwalk store. There were fewer animated farm animals–only one group of singing cows. There were several of those stuffed people flipping over bars, almost one in each section. There was one little girl who thought those things were wicked funny. I picked out some bread, couscous, and the makings of dinner from the hot bar. I wanted more–fruit, mussles, clams–but I won’t be home this week, so there wasn’t much point. Next time…
I finally got on the road around 2pm. It was a tearful goodbye for me. Its always hard to say goodbye to Mom&Dad. I love them and sometimes it seems like we never get to see enough of each other. Now they are talking about moving to South Carolina to live at the “Fun in the Sun” farm or whatever its called where Roz lives. Honestly, it sounds really nice. Mom explained that there are a lot of benifits–one story living, lower taxes, lots of people to hang out with, easy walking access to activities, people, and amenities. She is very good at thinking rationally about the probability of life without Dad. I don’t know what to make of it. Mostly I’m proud of her.
Ted talked me home. The whole way. He’d just finished a ride with Brian. I was tired, cranky, under-caffinated, and sad. He told me jokes, told me about his day, asked me questions, and helped me navigate to a diet soda and gas, and later dinner. We spent the whole afternoon on the phone, just talking about whatever. He was amazing. I’m totally lucky to have him.
So…like I said at the start, I got home at 7. Unpacked, laundry, repacked. I’m off to Burlington for the week for a workshop. I’m probably overpacked. Its hard to know what to wear to these things without being over or underdressed for the occassion and the crowd and then I’m always cold in meetings too, so there’s that to consider. Its supposed to rain so what shoes. And my cheif fashion consultant is at the movies with his best friend leaivng me with “just wear kackhi pants and a button down shirt.” What am I, a guy? Jeeze.
So, now that I’m unpacked and repacked, I’m going to watch the rest of this episode of Biggest Loser couples and finish my tea and call it a day, a great weekend, and a new adventure around the corner.