5.20.2013

Day One.

Monday.

Woke up at 5:30am as the cat used hubs' face as a pommel horse to attack the bird singing outside the window. Luckily, the bird survived, and hubs still has both eyes. (win-win?)

Wore a dress that I was contemplating giving away. And a necklace - I never wear necklaces. And flats. FLATS. And even though I was dressed as a total impostor? Managed to eke out compliments from a slew of folks, including a random police officer at Whole Foods and several colleagues. What's up with that? (Needless to say, I'm keeping the dress.)

Drove to Arlington to pick up our awesome company manager, who started work today. Forwarded at least 40 emails and to-do items to him. Aaaahhhh...life is SO much better now!

Met two of our interns (who are both adorable and supah smaht) and the rock star stage management team for Viaggio. We're in good hands.

Brain dumped all day. Really, I can't remember the last time I talked so much. Hoping I wasn't super annoying, but guessing that I might've been at least a bit.

Made it home with energy to spare. Thought I'd try to make something new for dinner. Total. Fiasco. One the likes of which I haven't seen in months. I'm either a kitchen goddess or I need to get out of my comfort zone more often. (likely a little of both.) 

Finally. 8pm. Sitting (aaaah) on the porch with 2 animals, a spritzer, an imperfect pedicure and a streak of self-tanner across my instep. On the docket for the rest of the evening? Dishes. A walk with the dog. Some yoga, hopefully without the cat staking claim mid-sequence to the very center of my mat. 

There's a slight breeze, making the trees' movement look somehow choreographed, like they're Follies girls practicing their routines. 

Keep dancing, ladies. You're lovely. 

My five:
1. Days that fly.
2. Good people.
3. Quiet evenings. 
4. Flip flops with little nubs on the insoles.
5. Beginnings.


5.14.2013

I went to Canada!

(waiting for the Air Canada desk to open @ BWI)
And made it back! What are the chances??

The last time I was in Canada, I had taken the train up with my family and a group of my dad's high school French students for some cultural immersion.

We caught the train in Syracuse, took it to Montreal, and then took a smaller train to the Old City in Quebec. (On at least one occasion, the conductor let my brother and I press our noses against the windshield to watch the tracks disappear beneath the train and blow the whistle.)

I didn't need a passport.

I wore jeans and a navy blazer over my favorite Smurf t-shirt. My haircut was half Twiggy wanna-be, half little boy. (Mom called it a pixie to make me feel better, but my brother and I rocked the same 'do for several years.) I tried to watch the big kids playing cards on the overnight ride, and wondered why my parents wouldn't let me stay up with them.

We stayed in the Ch√Ęteau Frontenac, on the St. Lawrence. I remember an alleyway where artists sold drawings and jewelry. There was a yellow house that was a restaurant, and we ate on the top floor, even my dad bowing under the short ceilings. I tried escargot and frog legs for the first time, and liked them both.

(the Bellevue Hotel is pretty close to adult candy. lovely)
It was springtime, and we visited a maple farm and ate maple sugar candy. I was happily adventuring with my family, and my dad was in his element, surrounded by kids and a beautiful language.

***
My return to the Great White North was less carefree. I needed a passport this time around. I almost missed my connection in Toronto, but the sunset in Vancouver totally made up for it. I hadn't seen geography like that ever, like giants had heaved huge boulders into the oceans during some crazy game of catch with their gargantuan labradors.  I was part of an exhilarating, busy, bustling conference, and while I made it out of the hotel a handful of times to sightsee, it was all within the city limits.

But, at a small store, there were tiny billets of maple sugar candy...as sweet as the candy I had tried as a 10 year old.  I snagged a handful - for my niece and nephew and a colleague.

And one for me. I may greedily finish it this evening. It conjures such good, good memories.

My five:

  1. Sensory memories.
  2. Travel.
  3. Sunshine.
  4. Occasional overindulgence.
  5. Sugar.
Thanks for the lovely respite from pre-season madness, Vancouver. I'll be back, promise.





5.02.2013

ramping up.



Not enough brain cells for narrative. So, bullets.
  • Hubs and I spent a few days on a lake in Western Maryland. No interwebs, no phone (although we coulda had both, just opted out): instead? Books and hiking and lots of remembering what it feels like to disconnect. Verdict: I have to unplug more often. Sheesh.
  • Spent a few days in the radio station with some alarmingly productive talent. We got seven (!) shows recorded, and it felt like buttah, it was so easy. While we were there I futzed around with video for hours...I wish I were better at it, but boy, it's fun to do!
  • In less than a week I'm going to Vancouver! Unreasonably excited. Any recommendations on things I must do/see?
  • I played two songs in front of people tonight. The first I got too nervous...false start, and then stopped half-way through so I could get to the good part without messing it up. I got there, finished it ok... The second tune, because I was playing in support of someone else, was easier, but still glitchy (new instrument, + a technology glitch. That was my fault. Ouff.) and not great. I'm amazed at how rusty that performance muscle has become, and also at how unconcerned I am about it. Because the reality is that I can play piano, and do so pretty well when no one's listening. And it seems that playing well for myself is more valuable than playing pretty for others. I'm happy about that, but I'm going to force myself to get out there a little more musically - it's going to suck, but I think I need to strengthen that performance muscle. 
  • (I work with fun musical people. It's cool.)
  • I'm reminded of how strongly I'm drawn to project work. I'm so happy to be thrown bum-over-kiester into a project for a finite period of time, and then tie up the loose ends and walk away. I'm always really excited about the summer - I need to find and pursue those things in my personal life. (She says, as she's about to give up all of her free time for months...)
It's the Introvert's Last Hurrah - a few weeks to store up energy before the summer. And yet, my schedule - professional and social - is busting at the seams. If you have rituals/traditions that make you feel relaxed, that help you to recharge, won't you please share them?

I'll be putting this little number on a loop, I think...