Sunday, July 15, 2012

Coming of Age

As a child, family functions meant running from the moment company arrived and being wired well after they left.  It was hard to find time to show and tell them everything in the limited time alloted, but surely the louder I spoke and the faster we ran, the more likely we would be to cover it all. What was up with the boring adults though? They were always quietly sitting in the fancy dining room discussing tragically boring things such as curtains while sipping weird smelling beverages. Sometimes they would get up to check on something in the kitchen before sitting back down in the same place just talking.

I spent yesterday morning kayaking with my good friend Katie. We found glassy smooth Annapolis water and watched herons fly by as we drifted along chatting and soaking in the sun. 

By the time we arrived at Nat's sisters in the late afternoon for his nieces birthday dinner, I was pretty worn out from my morning. Heat was beginning to emanate not only from the tops of my legs, pink with fresh summer burn, but also sneaky other parts where I had poorly applied sunblock. 

Nonetheless, I retreated to the cool basement with hubs where we had our choice from an impressive selection of nerf guns with an equally impressive variety of ammunition. I dived behind overturned tables to shoot at my nephew and hid behind closet doors with my niece to take cover and shoot with precision. Brubeck barked and ducked having no understanding of the loud, fast paced game. It might be fun if it weren't so scary! Velcro bullets clung to my shirt. This was hard work.

Directions on teams and elaborate explanations of gun clips, amo, and even laser sites were given when I decided to check on Bru who was now whining at the top of the stairs. The Grannies and my sister in law were sitting quite civilized in the dining room sipping pineapple margaritas. Bumps, bangs and screeches were heard from the sweaty trio down below. "Come on Bruby," I said. "This is more our scene." 

Just like that, I was calmly hanging with the ladies, Bru at my feet, sipping adult drinks, discussing window heights and never more content. 

"I'LL TAKE THE OFFICE AND YOU GUARD THE SPARE ROOM!!!!! " shouted my husband from the basement. 

Sunday Morning

The sweet serenity of a quiet, near silent, summer Sunday morning is not lost on me.

Husband lies peacefully under just a chocolate brown top sheet lightly snoring.

On the floor nearby, Brubeck stretches his long yellow legs and releases a content sigh.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Summer of Sun

I've declared this the summer of sun.  That only means that I have made it my second job to make sure I put on a bathing suit every weekend this summer.  Ok, and to utilize all my non-working hours to the best of my ability. So far, I've gone to Ocean City once, and crashed several of my friends pools. Things are going swimmingly.

Last night, hubs and I ventured out for dinner and drinks with a few good friends at Red, Red Wine Bar and I realized I'm continuing to feel much more like myself again. Though, you know how everyone does the morning drink tally and recounts insane acts of the night prior? "Do you remember...," and you may or may not remember.  Now I scratch my head wondering why my stomach is so upset after a glass and a half of wine. So, this is the new "myself," and I'm OK with that.  Today I'll be sipping a cold, (non-alcoholic) beverage with some of my besties poolside and enjoying this fine day off.

To my good friend Jeremy who said of my last post, "Nothing good comes out of Ocean City trips with you....NOTHING." I'm much more subdued this days, I swear.  I *rarely get friends of other friends arrested anymore.

Here's a self portrait from a day at the pool with cheese, crackers, canned beer and great friends.

Happy 4th!