Life Dispatch, Vol. 1

Oh knitters, life has been so crazy lately. Like crazy crazy. Good things. Less good things. Just life. I have been trying to stay present (not always my best virtue) and savoir every moment. I only get this life once, and these days spent with my young child already feel so fleeting. Each day I aspire to be My Best Self. It’s my new thing.

Some days I do better than others.

I am starting a new series of blog posts (weekly? monthly?) that are about, well, life. Not necessarily a hum drum log of journal entries or anything heavy like that. More like a spattering of the random things that go zigging and zagging through my brain, my days, and, generally, my life.

Welcome to my world.

Mwah ha ha.

1. A friend of mine recently taught me to rim my bloody mary’s with kosher salt muddled with fresh thyme. Apparently this is a big thing at a famous bar somewhere in New Orleans (I forget where, of course). THIS ROCKED MY WORLD. I will never go back.  YOU MUST TRY THIS. Luckily, I have oodles of fresh thyme growing in hanging baskets on the front porch…AND I just picked the first tomato out of the summer garden, like, five minutes ago. Any guesses on what I am having with breakfast tomorrow? And to think, some moms bring iced tea to Friday morning play group. Shame.

2. After wandering around with unpainted, pathetic looking toe nails for two weeks, I finally took five minutes to sneak into the bathroom, lock the door, and bust out a rather pitiful toe nail paint job. Better than nothing, right? They were almost dry when Reed stepped on my big toe. His toe print is now immortalized on my right foot, at least until I manage to repaint. (I always aspire to paint my finger nails…but I have learned I do far too many dishes and much too much garden digging for that to be a worth while endeavor. This, however, does not stop me from drooling all over all the pretty nail polish colors every time I have to dash into the drug store. Because, yes, a woman does need twelve different shades of magenta polish, thank you very much.)

3. All I do is garden. For those of you who don’t garden, all gardening really is is pulling weeds. If anybody ever tells you any different, they are lying.  Despite my non-stop daily toil in the Weed Irradiation Department, there are still SO many weeds. All the same, the lavender is happy and the pomegranate bushes are blooming like crazy. I love that I live somewhere where we can grow pomegranates, olives, pineapple guavas, kiwis and other weird fruits. You just can’t say that about Alaska, now can you.

On the flip side, we don’t have any moose. (Remind me to tell you about the time I moved to Wyoming, saw a moose, and proceeded to spend the next two hours wondering why on earth there was a camel living in Wyoming.)

    Above: these are the pomegranate flowers, in case you are wondering…

4. I have never been a big Taylor Swift fan, but recently I have found I can’t stop listening to the Taylor Swift Pandora station. I don’t know what inspired the switch, but now I just can’t get enough of all that cheesy pop/country girl music. Maybe this is my way of pretending I am younger than I really am. Denial manifests itself on multiple fronts.

5. Remember mix tapes? I keep wanting to make one for all my girlfriends filled with all the pop songs (see #4 above) I can’t get enough. As if I had enough free time to curate such an endeavor. There must be an app for that now, right?

6. Summer TV always sucks. Why is that? Luckily I have so little time to watch much anyway, and I just can’t bring myself to pay extra for HBO and Showtime. I’ve been getting my entertainment fix from old fashioned Netflix DVDs…binge watching House of Cards and Masters of Sex whenever I can. The final season of The Newsroom arrives tomorrow. I CANNOT wait.

7. Reed started pre-school this week. Apparently when you are 2 1/2 and your parents are paying good hard cash, the school year can start in June instead of after Labor Day in September. He was so excited and waved me away on his first day. I’m fine mom. Pick me up later.  I spied on him through the classroom window, balling. My little baby is all grown up.

8. Reed and I just finished watching Tarzan.  We were all curled up on the couch, just the two of us. Best date night ever.

9. I keep telling myself I need to up my exercise regime. Even though knitting should technically count as exercise. I think: it is not too late to be in the best shape of your life.

It is too late.

10. Do you ever take pause in your life and ask yourself: how in the hek did I get here? And then you reflect back on all the little (and big) choices you made along the way and piece it all together…the story of your life? That’s the trippy thing about life. You can’t go back. Only forward. Cliche but true. At what point, for example, is it too late for a major career change? (Oprah would probably say: never!)

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