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October 7, 2011

I’m still here, I’ve just been on vacation for a week or so. Hubs and I decided to be tourists in our own city. We have tried some great new restaurants, found some new hangouts, and uncovered more ideas than we could get to in a week. Tonight we have tickets to the first hockey of the season, so I’m sporting the team color on my head (of course).

What we’ve done this week:

  • Tried two new restaurants and several faves
  • Went thrifting and found a vintage mod dress for tiny yellow bird
  • Doodled in the sketchbook (I’ll scan and upload when I get back to the office)
  • Had a picnic in the park
  • Visited the art museum
  • Hit up a neighboring town’s Oktoberfest
  • Took long naps
  • Read for hours in Starburcks
  • Bought hockey tickets
  • Visited a friend’s newborn (!!!!!)
  • Went bowling with old friends
  • Walked through the downtown farmer’s market
  • Watched a football game at our favorite sports bar

Things we didn’t get to (or are still planning this weekend)

  • Rent bicycles and take the trail all the way into the next town
  • See good friends from China (tomorrow!)
  • Spend a day in Tryon
  • Scout out some artists cooperatives
  • Visit the new moonshine distillery

Love you all! More blogging to follow, I promise!

P.S. I promise I’m not sad and pensive as this self portrait would have you believe. I’ve been unexplainably happy for weeks. Maybe it’s the thought of January coming and with it, a drop to part time. 🙂

Self Portrait Friday!

July 22, 2011

 

I don’t hate Mondays. On Monday I’m still feeling propelled by the living that happened over the weekend. What I hate is Fridays. Not Friday night, mind you, the Friday work day. The time goes impossibly slow and all that saves me is coffee and music.

Right out of college I was introduced to coffee. I had smelled it all my life but never drank or understood it. Through my senior year I drank alcohol for all the wrong reasons. Coffee was my emotional lifeline for a time while I put the brakes on and looked around. Ultimately I found Jesus, maybe for the first time, but by then the coffee habit had stuck.

I started attending a small group where coffee was the centerpiece of fellowship. I learned to stay up late, savoring the buzz, living in the moment, belonging. My friends were into all the nuances of it, their passion rivaling wine enthusiasts. I learned to appreciate good coffee, but I’m finally over my need to be cool enough to admit that I have a very uninteresting morning Folgers routine. Don’t get me wrong, I love the good stuff when I have the chance, but my addiction really is as mundane as a habit.

Music is different. It took longer for me to discover it. When I was a teenager and everyone was getting into music around me, I concluded I didn’t like music because I didn’t like what all my friends were listening to. It’s taken me over a decade to see that I was, as a friend put it “disliking the wrong music.” It’s a very humbling thing to discover music in one’s late 20s. I have no clue, so I’m dependent on the good graces of my husband and friends to introduce me to things. If they went about it too fast, I’d feel overwhelmed and stupid and likely give it up. Thankfully, I have patient, music loving friends (More about them later).

Meanwhile, this is Sojourn. I don’t even know what this style is called, but I know that I like it. It makes my eyes roll back in my head and my head begin to sway. There are many other songs that do this for me too, and I don’t know what to call those styles either. All I know is that there is music I like, after all (feel free to jump to 50 seconds in if you don’t want to hear the guy talk). Music is a very deeply emotional, even spiritual experience, so I think it’s fitting to begin with this song.

Self Portrait

July 5, 2011