I need a little Chuck Norris in my life

So, the season has started, for all intents and purposes. I can tell, because I had one tiny thing that I reeeeally needed to accomplish? And yet here I am, in my jammies, working on it while sitting on my couch at 9:11pm on a Wednesday. Because I couldn't get it done between 10am and 7pm.


The roller coaster has left the deck. Here we go!!


Memorial Day

Oh, it's been a lovely lovely weekend. A quick trip to visit dear friends and their adorable ruffians (if I could steal that dreamy middle child to be my very own, I'd totally do it.), kitchen experiments - mostly successful, although the epic battle of Le Creuset vs Rhubarb won't soon be forgotten...or remedied, I fear.

It's been a good time to nest...the season starts in earnest for us tomorrow, and there have been some big things going on on the home front...a long weekend to revel in good company, sunshine, grilled meats and beverages heavy with condensation is just what the doctor ordered.

I'd be remiss to not say thank you to the men and women who unknowingly procured this lovely respite for us. My dad couldn't serve (back and eyes), though he wanted to. He had a picture of his uncle framed in his uniform on his dresser top. (the lost name is my own fault.) This uncle was handsome in his sepia photograph...a medic, killed by a sniper, even with the red cross on his armband.

My dad wished for the privilege of service...his daughter recognizes the incredible nobility and courage needed to serve...but is grateful to have her loved ones close by.

Spending the rest of the evening listening to nostalgic music, watching the sun make green disco balls out of the trees, and generally feeling unsettled but Ok...and open to possibility.

My five:
1. Low-humidity evenings.
2. Sunglasses.
3. Pandora. I'm a sucker for a good nostalgic 90's singer/songwriter mix.
4. Shaken ruts.
5. Idiotic optimism.


Quel. Whirlwind.

So, my little household has had some pretty significant shocks this week. Nothing that we can't recover from, and nothing that I want to outline here, but significant.

Add to that a raft of friends and colleagues going through parallel/way-more-serious issues? And you have a Rahree who is largely unbalanced...mostly in a good way, though: caring less about procedures than relationships, realizing that small talk is the best form of currency, and that sometimes the best thing you can do is wear something pretty that coordinates with a still upper lip.

(I feel sure that cupcakes will play a large role in our collective rehab, and I'm running (in the humidity! WHAAA?) to pro-actively compensate.

Sometimes big happenings cut through enough bull to make you realize the larger reasons: what's important, why that's so, and how to streamline in a thoughtful way.

This is Memorial Day weekend, and I'm planning on sleeping, running, writing and reading. (Simple, and blissfully so. Sounds perfect, right?) I am exceedingly grateful to those - especially those whose families I know and love - who have sacrificed so that I can do so. And, so that I don't fritter this gift of time away? I have 3 big projects outlined to tackle, and if I'm serious, thousands of words to rearrange.

I'm looking forward to the challenge. To the reading, the thinking, the writing. And to do so amid the quiet of a Facebook-less, work-absent weekend.

Because come Tuesday? The season begins and we are off to the races.



It's been one of those exciting, chock-full weeks. Opera. Chamber music. Art. Recording studios and gallery tours and conversations that try simultaneously to find common ground and push limits. I have been challenged, laughed, eaten more restaurant food than this body sees outside of the audition tour. I am reminded of how good these people -my compadres , nay, MY people - are.

I am one lucky sonofagun.

But, honestly? I'm tired. This was a good trial run for summer workweek, for sure. I am very glad, however, to have some time to decompress with a mindless movie (the A Team, if you must know), wearing my favorite pjs with sleeping boys (canine, feline, and human) all within arms' reach.

Wishing you some unstructured time this weekend-fritter it away with impunity!

It's been awesome.


what a difference a day...

...or ten make. I was pretty darn grumpy the last time I posted, fo' sho. Sorry about that - things are really, for all of my bitching, quite lovely here in the Virginia 'burbs.

I'm sitting on the porch (yay!) in the almost-dusk, listening to the whir of the coke fridge and birds and the occasional thunderclap roll across the sky. My shoulders are bare, my hair is a humidity-frizzed mess, and my arms are probably covered in mosquitos, but if I don't actually SEE them then maybe they're not really there. I'm sipping a glass of wine that, while not exactly my cup of tea (?) is more enjoyable that I would've given it credit for. There's something to be said for cold and sweet-ish on a warm night, and for leaving preconceived notions at the door. Small surprises are lovely.

Work is about to blow up. Even with the small season the anxiety dreams are full-tilt...my subconscious doesn't quite believe, again, that I can actually get it all done. I hope, again, that he (me?) is wrong.

I have a fitbit that doesn't work. I am a faithful Weight Watchers food tracker until I reach the evening, and then the candy in the cupboard makes me its beeyatch. I will likely not shed those last (mumbledymumble) pounds before the summer begins. And, at this point...in the dark, on my porch, listening to the birdsong? I'm unconcerned.

I'm happy.

Wishing you a comfortable place to put your feet up, a bug-free outdoor space, a tall ice-filled glass that leaves puddles on your tabletop.


Grumpy McMoperson

It's finally summer in suburban DC - the warmer temperatures, the pop-up thunderstorms, the bad hair...all here. And it's OK...aside from the bad hair, I'm ok with the warmth and humidity thus far, even though no one consulted with me beforehand.


(I'm in a bit of a mood.)

One of my favorite small businesses is closing today. The folks were super nice to Boo and me, and we really looked forward to popping in during a walk, making some small talk, with Boo happily making the rounds to get some lovin' (or a little bite of turkey or bacon.) They saw a cable news promo that I did and texted me - they were so excited to see someone they knew! (And, let's be honest...they probably were doubly excited to know that I clean up ok, as I usually see them when I'm baseball capped or snow-jacketed.) I didn't spend much money there, but was looking forward to shooting them some business this summer...but not anymore. I hope they're all OK, and I do hope that they stay in touch...even though the likelihood is small.

Sigh. I hate it when good people leave. I am WAY more comfortable doing the leaving than being left.

I've spent the day cleaning out my closet, moving winter clothes out, summer clothes in, and making 3 piles: toss out/give away/ TBD. It's that TBD pile, the I-don't-know-I-like-it-but-maybe-not-on-me? pile that I'm currently giving the cold shoulder...just don't want to have to make any hard decisions, even with clothes. I'm grumpy that some things never quite fit right, that others wore to tatters/shininess/pill-encrusted way sooner than I would've liked.

And even though I work in classical music? I'm sad about MCA. I know, it's ridiculous on some level...I didn't know him, wasn't watching someone I love struggle or simply slip away. But I love the Beasties, and a lot of their music opened up conversations with people that I couldn't talk to about anything else. They were a personal bridge of sorts.

It's going to rain. Hubby is sick and needy. The dog is itchy and needy. The cat is recovering from surgery and is needy. Our bedroom is still covered in clothes and bins and boots, because as in many areas in my life, I start strong but simply fizzle out... which will translate predictably into a SUPER grumpy me when I walk upstairs to go to bed and realize that I didn't finish the job, and now have to make room on the bed for the humans and pets.

I am endlessly irritated by that Gotye song that is ceaselessly playing on the radio, because the dude talks about how he just felt 'meh' for the girl, but then he's all up in arms because she actually walks away completely and doesn't want to talk to him again? Dude. Grow a pair and move on. You get to choose your actions - not how other people respond.

(I need to bite the bullet and get sirius or pandora or something. gah.)

The entitled lady bitching about her first-world problems is going to take a deep breath, take the dog for a long walk, ditch the computer for a book and a glass of wine...and maybe will write some letters on real paper instead of staring at the computer screen.

My five:

  1. Sweet neighbors. I'll miss those Deli folks, for sure.
  2. Making progress. Getting dressed tomorrow in my spiffi-fied closet will be a treat.
  3. Quiet. Listening to the birds, the compressor of the coke fridge, the dog panting, a plane overhead, somewhere above the cloud cover...beautiful.
  4. Flowers. Hanging baskets are blooming like gangbusters, the peonies are in flower...it's pretty out.
  5. Space. Things are starting to get busy at work (hence, likely, my irritation), so having an evening to be lazy and lame is lurvely.