Monday, September 19, 2011

Beer, Baseball, and Birthdays

There hasn't been much to report recently.  Life has been decidedly dull.  I spend my mornings leisurely sipping coffee and entertaining the idea of work, before realizing that I am late.  My afternoons are busied with babies and teaching.  And in the evenings, I sit with Moses on the sofa and lesson plan while listening to the pleasantly innocuous murmur of Law and Order SVU.  It's quite splendid, actually.  A fine existence.  But not blog worthy.
And for a good week or so, I succumbed to the quiet panic that my dear little Adventures would become a mommy blog.  Not that I am a mommy or have anything particularly against mommy blogs but, for the better part of September, the most fascinating things that were happening to me, were all things that were happening to and with Kate’s baby Jake, while I was watching him.  And as much I will, I am sure, someday glory in narrating how my baby is advancing developmentally, that day is not today.  Also, I do not want to steal Kate’s thunder—since the baby is pretty much all she has going on right now (insert winking emoticon here).

But FINALLY this weekend, after getting our “adventure car”—as Moses so adorably refers to it—back from the body shop (where it underwent reconstructive surgery for nearly 18 days), we broke from our sitting-on-the-couch-watching-movies-in-our-pjs-all-day pattern and went out and had us some adventures.

On Saturday, Moses and I traveled to Pomona California to visit the LA county fair.  It was something that Moses and I had been talking about doing essentially for an entire month, but that is neither here nor there.  What matters, is that we eventually did it and it was tremendous fun.

I can’t say as though either Moses or myself are particularly fair-going people—I would perhaps classify us more as festival frequenters (there is a difference, yes?)—but, I went primarily for the food and Moses went primarily to make me happy, so we had a grand ole time.

We munched on a ½ lbs(!) hot dog and drank some truly spectacular $9 Pacificos beer.

We visited a surprisingly dangerous petting zoo.

Saw some modern art horse statues (which was part of a larger socialist piece?).

Poked fun at the hideous tribute to freedom.

If I were freedom, I would be terrified.

I ate a snow cone the size of my face.

Hung out with Smokey the Bear, as one of his forest critter friends.

Laughed at the unfortunately suggestive name of a lemonade stand.

Had a fun round of bumper cars (where I, at one point while driving, felt with my foot for a break…oh, delightfully inhibiting responsibility…)

Rode an absurdly un-scary haunted house ride that was not even remotely photo worthy.  In fact, I think that the haunted house that my parents made in our basement one Halloween was more terrifying than this.

I got excited by the promise of a pony ride, only to discover that you couldn’t be over 80 lbs (so 2/3 of me could have ridden).  But, don’t worry, I didn’t cry…too much.

Overall, we had ourselves a mightily good day.

And on Sunday, we went to Dodgers Stadium for a little baseball, beer, and, naturally, more hot dogs.

As you can see, we had some truly excellent seats...

It was randomly and somewhat bizarrely Hello Kitty themed...   

Which I liked.   


It was a truly enjoyable (and exhausting) weekend.

And today, is one of my absolute favorite people’s birthday.

This guy. My brother Scott.  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTT!  You are such a great brother and such an extraordinary person.  I’m so proud to be your older sister and I’m sorry for all those times I said I’d play with you when we were younger and then forgot…

And thanks for not only being my brother, but being one of my best and truest friends.  I love you and miss you!  Wish I could be there to buy a $16 beer…

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Happenings in the East (cont.)

Well, faithful reader, the semester has begun and I have shuffled back into the fairly familiar routine of teaching and lesson planning and consuming inordinate amounts of caffeine.  

And now, as the summer days begin to ebb and dwindle, I find myself looking back on these past few months with an extraordinary sense of fondness.  Just as I had predicted, I have lost all sense of the season's dullness, boredom, and frustration, and remember only its splendor.

So without further ado, here is a sampling of that splendor:

Scott, Jeremiah, John, and I spent a rainy afternoon hiking the trails at Treman Park...

It was quite majestic
The American frontier (don't you just want to colonize it?)
It's worth mentioning that all of these lovely photos are courtesy of my brother Scott (who took them with his fancy new camera since mine ran out of batteries...)
We were all quite sodden by the end of our adventure and the reviews were mixed. Scott, Jeremiah, and I loved it (Jeremiah said that hiking in the rain taught him important survival skills) but John didn't (he was hungry and grumpy and complained for a good mile or so).

Neither Jeremiah or John wanted to continue hiking, so after we grabbed a quick bite to eat at one of my favorite local delis, College Town Bagels, Scott and I took the kiddies home (well, at 17 and 14, they are hardly kids anymore), I replaced the batteries in my camera, and we continued on to the Buttermilk Park trails.

The light was lovely that afternoon
The overlook

The next day, on our drive home from visiting our grandmother, Scott and I stopped at the Taughannock Falls overlook.

It was a beautiful evening.

There is nothing quite like the familiar landscapes of my childhood.  Still, there's nothing quite like the feeling of coming home.

Hello, Los Angeles.

My, it has been a lovely lovely summer.