If you stare at the word “Going” too much, it starts to look like gibberish.
I haven’t been posting quite as regularly as I like to in the last week or so. It’s not that I haven’t been thinking about you all, because I have been deeply thinking about you all. I just haven’t been in my blog’s orbit lately. It was a really busy weekend. Between a birthday brunch, a house guest, a romantic date with my husband, some major erranding and a babysitting gig for a friend, I was truly done with the waking world last night. I decided that a 104 degree spa hot tub with a wave pool is the best sleeping pill on the planet. I also now pretty much know what it’s like to be stoned. I was impressed. And ravenous, spaced out, slightly off balance, slap-happy and dreamy all at once. And a little dehydrated. Please note: it was from the 104 degree spa hot tub, then ice cold shower, then back into the hot tub, then ice cold shower, then sauna, then hot tub, then lukewarm shower. I felt like Gumby for hours after the spa. And my speech was slurred for hours. I love natural highs.
Scarlet and I are still getting into the groove of the new life schedule. She is floating along effortlessly, which is probably due to her new ass-kicking boots. Who could mess with this?
Last week we both put on our super awesome boots and decided to take an adventure. Open Road of New England, meet Scarlet. Scarlet, meet Open Road of New England:
We took a drive to Quabbin Reservoir, which I always thought was this epic, fantasy world over on the Boston side of Massachusetts. But it isn’t! I had learned over beers (I ordered one but didn’t drink it) the night before that it wasn’t far from us at all. So we went to a quiet winter wonderland. I can’t even imagine how wonderful it is at Quabbin in the spring/summer/fall. I’ll find out soon enough.
That was during the week when the world was quiet and ours. Over the weekend, life exploded. Luckily we had super cool weekend shoes to show off:
Kid’s got some good shoes. And some good clothes:
I call this picture “The Thinker.”
We celebrated Amma’s birthday on Sunday with a delicious brunch.
Scarlet tried Nutella for the first time. I think she liked it.
Here is a meeting of the minds:
And all of that brings us to here, Tuesday night. I missed being here. It’s good to be back.