11.28.2010
Home again, home again...
It's hard to go home after being home. Wishing that everyone had as nice of a holiday as we did. Hard to believe we'll be doing it all again in a month.
11.21.2010
I must be assimilating...
Went for my first ever snow jog today. Not bad, just a little wet. Before long they'll be sending me my golden potato pin.
11.08.2010
The non-deliberate art of self-fashioning
You'll have to forgive me a little self-centered indulgence on this one....
I was cleaning out an old purse a week or two ago, making my transition into an autumn full of rich colors, wool, leather, and the like, and I found a list. To be honest, I'm surprised that I even opened it: A little secret of mine? I've never been good at cleaning out the old shopping lists, spare change, and other miscellany prior to putting a purse back in the closet.
As it turns out, I'm glad that I didn't clean it out when I put the purse away (you saw THAT coming, didn't you?). I probably would have crumpled it up and thrown it away. Or, tucked it into a journal and promptly forgotten about it. As it stands, I HAD forgotten about it, and was more than a little curious to read through a scribbled "goals" list for 2010.
I don't think it was a resolutions list, rather, more of a "things it'd be nice to do more of and be better about in the year to come."
What was surprising about this list, was, despite the fact that I hadn't seen it in nearly a year (I'm sure I wrote it sometime in January), I'd somehow managed to accomplish a surprising number of the bullet points I'd set out for myself. Not just the small, "to-do" caliber items, but the bigger, more profound ones, too.
#1: Change last name. Though not every document in my arsenal has my married name on it, the important ones now do. And they were all changed (uh, barely) prior to our first anniversary. Bank account? Check. Driver's license? Check. Passport? Uuuur.....
#2: Improve bread baking skills. I'm getting there. I made this killer dill bread over the weekend, and despite the fact that it was a dreaded yeasted bread, it turned out beautiful. It rose (twice!), it was flavorful, and it baked up with a golden crust. Yum.
#3: Learn to cross country ski. I still have a month and a half. Cut me some slack.
#4: Write more letters. Fail.
#5: Be more diligent about getting out and about going to the YMCA. Check. Done. Better. Baby steps.
#6: Read more books. Done. Big improvement over last year, though not quite where I'd like to be.
#7: Drink more tea. Frivolous, but delicious. And DONE.
#8: Improve my work situation. Passed this test with flying colors.
#9: Join a community activity. I think I can say that accomplishing this has made a significant difference in my life.
So great. A to-do list. Killer for you that you were able to meet your silly little goals.
Except for the fact that I wrote these down on a whim, and then never managed to look at them once since then. I was a little floored by the proportion of these that I was able to accomplish, even though I wasn't actively checking them off. I didn't have the list posted, reminding me of what I was supposed to get done. I didn't have a mantra that I read to myself every morning in the mirror. I wrote down a list, promptly forgot about it, and lost it in the bottom of a purse in my closet.
I wrote my senior thesis in college about self-fashioning in Hamlet (ambitious? me?). One of the points I really latched on to was that once a character shared an idea or a proposition with someone else, that ambition became, somehow, a little more real. By saying it aloud, it transitioned from the realm of pure, ephemeral idea, into something more likely, more accountable.
Is the fact that I did pretty well on this to-do list just luck? Would I have accomplished those points anyhow? They ARE pretty frivolous (I know). I like to think that because I put them out there - wrote them down - made them a little more concrete in both my mind, and the broader "universe" that I somehow made them a little more "real."
I was cleaning out an old purse a week or two ago, making my transition into an autumn full of rich colors, wool, leather, and the like, and I found a list. To be honest, I'm surprised that I even opened it: A little secret of mine? I've never been good at cleaning out the old shopping lists, spare change, and other miscellany prior to putting a purse back in the closet.
As it turns out, I'm glad that I didn't clean it out when I put the purse away (you saw THAT coming, didn't you?). I probably would have crumpled it up and thrown it away. Or, tucked it into a journal and promptly forgotten about it. As it stands, I HAD forgotten about it, and was more than a little curious to read through a scribbled "goals" list for 2010.
I don't think it was a resolutions list, rather, more of a "things it'd be nice to do more of and be better about in the year to come."
What was surprising about this list, was, despite the fact that I hadn't seen it in nearly a year (I'm sure I wrote it sometime in January), I'd somehow managed to accomplish a surprising number of the bullet points I'd set out for myself. Not just the small, "to-do" caliber items, but the bigger, more profound ones, too.
#1: Change last name. Though not every document in my arsenal has my married name on it, the important ones now do. And they were all changed (uh, barely) prior to our first anniversary. Bank account? Check. Driver's license? Check. Passport? Uuuur.....
#2: Improve bread baking skills. I'm getting there. I made this killer dill bread over the weekend, and despite the fact that it was a dreaded yeasted bread, it turned out beautiful. It rose (twice!), it was flavorful, and it baked up with a golden crust. Yum.
#3: Learn to cross country ski. I still have a month and a half. Cut me some slack.
#4: Write more letters. Fail.
#5: Be more diligent about getting out and about going to the YMCA. Check. Done. Better. Baby steps.
#6: Read more books. Done. Big improvement over last year, though not quite where I'd like to be.
#7: Drink more tea. Frivolous, but delicious. And DONE.
#8: Improve my work situation. Passed this test with flying colors.
#9: Join a community activity. I think I can say that accomplishing this has made a significant difference in my life.
So great. A to-do list. Killer for you that you were able to meet your silly little goals.
Except for the fact that I wrote these down on a whim, and then never managed to look at them once since then. I was a little floored by the proportion of these that I was able to accomplish, even though I wasn't actively checking them off. I didn't have the list posted, reminding me of what I was supposed to get done. I didn't have a mantra that I read to myself every morning in the mirror. I wrote down a list, promptly forgot about it, and lost it in the bottom of a purse in my closet.
I wrote my senior thesis in college about self-fashioning in Hamlet (ambitious? me?). One of the points I really latched on to was that once a character shared an idea or a proposition with someone else, that ambition became, somehow, a little more real. By saying it aloud, it transitioned from the realm of pure, ephemeral idea, into something more likely, more accountable.
Is the fact that I did pretty well on this to-do list just luck? Would I have accomplished those points anyhow? They ARE pretty frivolous (I know). I like to think that because I put them out there - wrote them down - made them a little more concrete in both my mind, and the broader "universe" that I somehow made them a little more "real."
9.29.2010
Preserving your second amendment rights
Only in Ideeho.
Direct from Mountain Home Auto Ranch right to you.
Direct from Mountain Home Auto Ranch right to you.
9.19.2010
Hey, that looks familiar...
So, I was sweeping the path up to our front door when I noticed a familiar looking shape:
Yep, it's an outline of our fair state!
Yep, it's an outline of our fair state!
9.11.2010
Teton Bound
So Charlie and I are planning another trip out to Jackson Hole - Grand Teton - Yellowstone.
If anyone has any suggestions or must-do's, we'd love to hear them We've figured out our lodging (we'll be giving this cute place a shot: http://www.townsquareinns.com/cowboy-village/) and we'll be in the area for three and a half days (not long enough, we know, we know). We're planning to spend most of the time in Teton Nat'l park, and intend to take a "teaser" one-day trip up to Yellowstone, to get ourselves antsy for a "real" trip up there in the future.
Places to eat? Things to do? Must-sees? Let us know!
If anyone has any suggestions or must-do's, we'd love to hear them We've figured out our lodging (we'll be giving this cute place a shot: http://www.townsquareinns.com/cowboy-village/) and we'll be in the area for three and a half days (not long enough, we know, we know). We're planning to spend most of the time in Teton Nat'l park, and intend to take a "teaser" one-day trip up to Yellowstone, to get ourselves antsy for a "real" trip up there in the future.
Places to eat? Things to do? Must-sees? Let us know!
A week in Boise
I started this post a couple weeks ago, and feel the need to finish it up, get it out. It's a roadblock to writing about other things. So, here's a retrospective on a great week we had... a couple weeks ago....
Isn't it great when a week particularly stands out?
We're in one of those periods right now. It seems like every day brings something new and interesting - or at least something that particularly stands out.
Last Wednesday and Thursday I got to geek out at work and embrace my inner engineer. I had the opportunity to take a professional development class on Electrical Generation, Transmission, and Distribution for the Non-Engineer. I was really surprised by how engaging it was and how much I got out of it. Who knew that bushings, transformers, and aeroderivative gas-fired generators would be so interesting! My 17-year-old self (the poet) is rolling her eyes so hard that it hurts.
After the I got home from our session on Thursday, I stood outside of our house and looked up at the power pole feeding our neighborhood (the neighbors are writing this down as tangible proof that I'm certifiably nuts). It was neat to be able to estimate the voltage of the lines, and identify the transformers, insulators, and capacitors, and to be able to take an educated guess at which lines carried current, which were the grounding lines, and which were the phone/cable.
BUSHINGS!
BUSHINGS!
(My, what big BUSHINGS you have!)
It was a ton of fun. The staff was friendly, and the food lived up to the sort of preconceived expectations you might have for the potato state: as they say at the restaurant - the burgers are on the side. With no less than eight variations of potato, three or four cuts, and ten or twelve dipping sauces and flavored salts - the potatoes are really the stars of the show. They also had a few good local beers on tap, and several tasty burger and salad options.
We opted to try out two types of fries, and one of each of the dipping sauces. Of special note were the yam fries (similar to sweet potato fries) with vanilla salt and blueberry ketchup. Sounds funny, but we both agreed it was the best of all the combos we had. The smoked salt, sweet hot mustard sauce, and the spicy fry sauce were also standouts. We can't wait to take some of our out-of-town visitors here for an Idaho potato experience: http://www.boisefrycompany.com/
To wrap up the week, we did a little high-and-low culture here in town, attending the Western Idaho Fair, Othello at the Shakespeare festival, and then the Boise Curb Cup on Sunday afternoon.
Othello was our first real taste of fall - chilly temps, windy weather, and a little good ol' jealous strangulation made it a spooky, cozy evening. We snuggled up under blankets, drank cocoa out of a thermos, and enjoyed a little high-culture Shakespeare.
The Boise Curb Cup is an interesting event that they've been doing downtown the last couple years. Essentially a street-based talent show, performers from all sorts of venues and talents turn out to do their thing live downtown. The audience votes for the favorite acts by tossing tokens into the artists' buckets. At the end, the performer with the greatest number of tokens wins.
We saw a wide variety of talent - from a acrobatic jump roping club, to mimes, Sinatra impersonators, bluegrass bands, burlesque dancers, breakdancers, hackysackers, and kids doing karate. Impressive.
The turnout was also impressive - so many people crammed into the streets that it was hard to see the performers. It's my opinion that Boise is just drooling for this sort of thing - quirky, community-based festivals. The way in which people turn out for these kinds of events, and the spectacular support they receive just shows that we're wanting. Even the Farmer's Market this year indicates that: an expansion to extra streets, more vendors, and thoroughfares to crowded that people with strollers or bikes get dirty looks for their audacity. It's great to see, really.
Isn't it great when a week particularly stands out?
We're in one of those periods right now. It seems like every day brings something new and interesting - or at least something that particularly stands out.
Last Wednesday and Thursday I got to geek out at work and embrace my inner engineer. I had the opportunity to take a professional development class on Electrical Generation, Transmission, and Distribution for the Non-Engineer. I was really surprised by how engaging it was and how much I got out of it. Who knew that bushings, transformers, and aeroderivative gas-fired generators would be so interesting! My 17-year-old self (the poet) is rolling her eyes so hard that it hurts.After the I got home from our session on Thursday, I stood outside of our house and looked up at the power pole feeding our neighborhood (the neighbors are writing this down as tangible proof that I'm certifiably nuts). It was neat to be able to estimate the voltage of the lines, and identify the transformers, insulators, and capacitors, and to be able to take an educated guess at which lines carried current, which were the grounding lines, and which were the phone/cable.
BUSHINGS!
BUSHINGS!
(My, what big BUSHINGS you have!)
Friday night we went out on a quasi-date night, and ate out a new Boise institution: The Boise Fry Company.
It was a ton of fun. The staff was friendly, and the food lived up to the sort of preconceived expectations you might have for the potato state: as they say at the restaurant - the burgers are on the side. With no less than eight variations of potato, three or four cuts, and ten or twelve dipping sauces and flavored salts - the potatoes are really the stars of the show. They also had a few good local beers on tap, and several tasty burger and salad options.
We opted to try out two types of fries, and one of each of the dipping sauces. Of special note were the yam fries (similar to sweet potato fries) with vanilla salt and blueberry ketchup. Sounds funny, but we both agreed it was the best of all the combos we had. The smoked salt, sweet hot mustard sauce, and the spicy fry sauce were also standouts. We can't wait to take some of our out-of-town visitors here for an Idaho potato experience: http://www.boisefrycompany.com/
To wrap up the week, we did a little high-and-low culture here in town, attending the Western Idaho Fair, Othello at the Shakespeare festival, and then the Boise Curb Cup on Sunday afternoon.
Othello was our first real taste of fall - chilly temps, windy weather, and a little good ol' jealous strangulation made it a spooky, cozy evening. We snuggled up under blankets, drank cocoa out of a thermos, and enjoyed a little high-culture Shakespeare.
The Boise Curb Cup is an interesting event that they've been doing downtown the last couple years. Essentially a street-based talent show, performers from all sorts of venues and talents turn out to do their thing live downtown. The audience votes for the favorite acts by tossing tokens into the artists' buckets. At the end, the performer with the greatest number of tokens wins.
We saw a wide variety of talent - from a acrobatic jump roping club, to mimes, Sinatra impersonators, bluegrass bands, burlesque dancers, breakdancers, hackysackers, and kids doing karate. Impressive.
The turnout was also impressive - so many people crammed into the streets that it was hard to see the performers. It's my opinion that Boise is just drooling for this sort of thing - quirky, community-based festivals. The way in which people turn out for these kinds of events, and the spectacular support they receive just shows that we're wanting. Even the Farmer's Market this year indicates that: an expansion to extra streets, more vendors, and thoroughfares to crowded that people with strollers or bikes get dirty looks for their audacity. It's great to see, really.
8.21.2010
8.17.2010
What happens when Charlie goes out of town.
Charlie has been in Challis, Idaho for the past week (or so). And I have been so productive.
Of course, I miss him. The cat is a mediocre cuddling substitute what with the claws, the raspy tongue, and the tendency to gnaw on your hand when it's time for breakfast (Charlie only possesses two of the three qualities listed above).
So. SO. What have I been up to?
Sharpening kniiiiiivvvveeeeesss.... (but more on that later).
Taking a few pictures, for starters. I've been giving the camera a little rest this spring and summer. I'm not totally sure why, but the inspiration switch has been off. That's not to say that the joy is gone, or there there isn't good subject matter - but I've been trying to live a little more within my own life rather than outside it looking in. Hopefully the hiatus will be over soon and I'll be back to it. You know how those things go.
Anyhow, all that said, I got a few pretty pictures over the weekend of the sunflower that I sprouted in our back yard. It's far taller than my head, and catches the evening light in the way only a sunflower can.
I also picked us up a compost bin (sparing you any pictures I may have taken of THAT - we'll save those for the loamy brown earth phase that comes later). See, when Charlie leaves town, Ariel's flower child roots start to show. I'm still shaving my legs, but I may be eating things like quinoa and bulgur, roasting beets, sauteing polenta, and liberally loading everything up with chevre from our local co-op. And composting. And making zucchini bread (a big hit at work). And kicking off a couple small-scale sewing projects.
More on all of those later.
Best of all, a package arrived in the mail from my mom today. Enclosed, with just a short "love-you!" note was a book and another present. I'm thrilled about the book (here we go with the flower child again): it's about preserving! Yay! (Did I mention that I haven't used a blow dryer since Charlie left, either? See? As if you needed proof about me. Admit it. You knew it all along.)
But.
The other present.
A knife sharpener.
I know this is a really domestic thing to get excited over, but slicing a perfect wedge out of a peach with a newly-sharpened knife? I felt like a real badass. I may have to sleep with one under my pillow just to show how tough I am (uh, a knife, not a peach) (don't worry, Sue, I won't - that would be a little too weird).
I do wish we were having thunderstorms tonight, because I really wanted to tell people at work that I spent the evening SHARPENING MY KNIVES IN A THUNDERSTORM.
That'd earn me some respect. Or something?
Of course, I miss him. The cat is a mediocre cuddling substitute what with the claws, the raspy tongue, and the tendency to gnaw on your hand when it's time for breakfast (Charlie only possesses two of the three qualities listed above).
So. SO. What have I been up to?
Sharpening kniiiiiivvvveeeeesss.... (but more on that later).
Taking a few pictures, for starters. I've been giving the camera a little rest this spring and summer. I'm not totally sure why, but the inspiration switch has been off. That's not to say that the joy is gone, or there there isn't good subject matter - but I've been trying to live a little more within my own life rather than outside it looking in. Hopefully the hiatus will be over soon and I'll be back to it. You know how those things go.
Anyhow, all that said, I got a few pretty pictures over the weekend of the sunflower that I sprouted in our back yard. It's far taller than my head, and catches the evening light in the way only a sunflower can.
More on all of those later.
Best of all, a package arrived in the mail from my mom today. Enclosed, with just a short "love-you!" note was a book and another present. I'm thrilled about the book (here we go with the flower child again): it's about preserving! Yay! (Did I mention that I haven't used a blow dryer since Charlie left, either? See? As if you needed proof about me. Admit it. You knew it all along.)
But.
The other present.
A knife sharpener.
I know this is a really domestic thing to get excited over, but slicing a perfect wedge out of a peach with a newly-sharpened knife? I felt like a real badass. I may have to sleep with one under my pillow just to show how tough I am (uh, a knife, not a peach) (don't worry, Sue, I won't - that would be a little too weird).
I do wish we were having thunderstorms tonight, because I really wanted to tell people at work that I spent the evening SHARPENING MY KNIVES IN A THUNDERSTORM.
That'd earn me some respect. Or something?
6.03.2010
Starting anew
It's possible that in the days to come, I'll try to find a way to migrate the old posts from Spudward over to this blog, but for the meantime, this is our new home: a blank slate that hopefully we'll feel the incentive to fill.
Welcome to Spudward, take two.
Old posts can be found here: http://spudward.blogspot.com
Welcome to Spudward, take two.
Old posts can be found here: http://spudward.blogspot.com
2.20.2010
Adventures at state agencies.
"You have got to be kidding me. Seriously. SERIOUSLY?"
You can always expect a long wait and some curious people-watching, but never have I had an experience at the Social Security office as I did the other day.
Now, I'm a pretty patient person, and after a couple years of commuting to work on Portland's public transportation system, I'd like to think that I have pretty tolerant attitude toward the public at large. Stinky people? Oh well. Life happens. Rude people? I've got my "ignoring you" and "disinterest" faces down pat. Crazy people? Just part of the community; be polite, but try not to engage.
You definitely utilize those skills when you have a hang out at a public services office.
So I am sitting there. Minding my own business. Waffling between reading the book I brought and checking my phone for the best, newest things on the internet and e-mail. Typical waiting behavior.
The room was stuffy and redolent of people with a lower-than-average idea of hygiene. Yuck.
When I came in, the hyper-friendly security agent informed me that I wasn't allowed to have my coffee mug in the room, and that I had to leave it on the counter by the door. Bummer. Now I'm a little undercaffeinated, too.
The room is slowly filling up when two men come through the door. One guy is a small, wiry, whip-skinny fellow, the other (The Lenny to his George) is tall and pretty overweight. Tall enough, that when I was seated, and the two men took the seats next to me, the big guy's hip was at the same level as my head.
The big guy identifies a friend across the room, and stands up to talk to him. First, however, he turns to talk to the skinny guy. The rows are close enough together, that I had to turn and make room for him to stand and make his way down the aisle. I'm turned away, as, due to the architecture of his frame and my seated position, his butt is right next to my face. I'm trying to be polite, and just ignore the situation as best I can.
That's when I noticed a slight odor.
Phew, poor guy. He also must fall into the "poor hygiene" category, because MAN he smells like... well... POOP.
Being polite. Just minding my own business.
The smell intensifies.
Wow. I wonder if that old lady in front of my ripped one - sometimes old people aren't too conscious of controlling those things.
And it continues to get worse.
All of a sudden it hits me (like a wave of rotten eggs and a meal that didn't agree with someone)... this guy just farted in my face.
He stood there.
With his butt.
In my face.
And let one go.
They couldn't call my number fast enough.
By the way - with regard to the name changing (the purpose of my being there)? We decided to go with Varhol. What do you think?
You can always expect a long wait and some curious people-watching, but never have I had an experience at the Social Security office as I did the other day.
Now, I'm a pretty patient person, and after a couple years of commuting to work on Portland's public transportation system, I'd like to think that I have pretty tolerant attitude toward the public at large. Stinky people? Oh well. Life happens. Rude people? I've got my "ignoring you" and "disinterest" faces down pat. Crazy people? Just part of the community; be polite, but try not to engage.
You definitely utilize those skills when you have a hang out at a public services office.
So I am sitting there. Minding my own business. Waffling between reading the book I brought and checking my phone for the best, newest things on the internet and e-mail. Typical waiting behavior.
The room was stuffy and redolent of people with a lower-than-average idea of hygiene. Yuck.
When I came in, the hyper-friendly security agent informed me that I wasn't allowed to have my coffee mug in the room, and that I had to leave it on the counter by the door. Bummer. Now I'm a little undercaffeinated, too.
The room is slowly filling up when two men come through the door. One guy is a small, wiry, whip-skinny fellow, the other (The Lenny to his George) is tall and pretty overweight. Tall enough, that when I was seated, and the two men took the seats next to me, the big guy's hip was at the same level as my head.
The big guy identifies a friend across the room, and stands up to talk to him. First, however, he turns to talk to the skinny guy. The rows are close enough together, that I had to turn and make room for him to stand and make his way down the aisle. I'm turned away, as, due to the architecture of his frame and my seated position, his butt is right next to my face. I'm trying to be polite, and just ignore the situation as best I can.
That's when I noticed a slight odor.
Phew, poor guy. He also must fall into the "poor hygiene" category, because MAN he smells like... well... POOP.
Being polite. Just minding my own business.
The smell intensifies.
Wow. I wonder if that old lady in front of my ripped one - sometimes old people aren't too conscious of controlling those things.
And it continues to get worse.
All of a sudden it hits me (like a wave of rotten eggs and a meal that didn't agree with someone)... this guy just farted in my face.
He stood there.
With his butt.
In my face.
And let one go.
They couldn't call my number fast enough.
By the way - with regard to the name changing (the purpose of my being there)? We decided to go with Varhol. What do you think?
1.30.2010
Saturday mornings
There's nothing quite like a lazy Saturday morning when the weather outside is dreary, the air inside in chilly, and you have nothing (absolutely nothing!) on your agenda.
Sleeping in until 10, warm people wrapped in a dense, heavy cocoon of blankets.
The warm, roasty smell of brewing coffee.
Dragging chairs and laptops into the warm kitchen and sharing internet clips and funny blog posts we wait for sweet popovers to "pop" in the oven.
This American Life weaving curious, inquisitive stories on the radio.
Yes, friends. This is the homebody life that a wintery morning demands of a newly married couple.
Here's a link to the popover recipe we used: Sugar-Crusted Popovers.
Let me offer a tip or two: if using a muffin tin, heat it in the oven while you blend the batter. Put a pat of butter (just a tiny, bean-sized one) in each indentation. Add the batter once the butter is completely melted. Don't worry about brushing them with melted butter (it ended up being TOO rich for us). Dust them with sugar or another topping. We like: powdered sugar and lemon, honey butter, lemon curd, cinnamon sugar, jam. Anyhow, use his batter recipe, though. It was perfect.
Sleeping in until 10, warm people wrapped in a dense, heavy cocoon of blankets.
The warm, roasty smell of brewing coffee.
Dragging chairs and laptops into the warm kitchen and sharing internet clips and funny blog posts we wait for sweet popovers to "pop" in the oven.
This American Life weaving curious, inquisitive stories on the radio.
Yes, friends. This is the homebody life that a wintery morning demands of a newly married couple.
Here's a link to the popover recipe we used: Sugar-Crusted Popovers.
Let me offer a tip or two: if using a muffin tin, heat it in the oven while you blend the batter. Put a pat of butter (just a tiny, bean-sized one) in each indentation. Add the batter once the butter is completely melted. Don't worry about brushing them with melted butter (it ended up being TOO rich for us). Dust them with sugar or another topping. We like: powdered sugar and lemon, honey butter, lemon curd, cinnamon sugar, jam. Anyhow, use his batter recipe, though. It was perfect.
1.02.2010
Winter in the desert
Snow, cold; cold, snow. Wind, clouds, sun, cold, snow, snow, snow.
Winter has settled in on Boise. We've had a few days of snow tempered by melty, 40 degree days, sunshine, and rain. The good old back-and forth. Rumor has it that the foothills trails are a mucky mess, so our options for shot dayhikes are slim. We've been eyeballing the snow depths in the nearby mountains, and our snow shoes are burning holes in the wall. Maybe tomorrow.
I know, you probably want to hear about the wedding and the holidays. As several weekends spent almost entirely in our pajamas evinces, we still feel like we're catching up and recovering.
Since our last update we've honeymooned in Mexico...
And enjoyed Christmas with all the various permutations of our families.
Now, with the last long slog of winter ahead of us (though the days are getting longer again!), I guess it's time to buck-up and address those real, grown-up things that we've been putting off for the last few months (bank accounts, name changes, etc. JOY!).
In some respects it's a little relieving - we now have the time and wherewithal to actually settle into somewhat of a normal life again. And that is a good thing.
That said, knowing us, chances are it won't be altogether TOO normal.
Winter has settled in on Boise. We've had a few days of snow tempered by melty, 40 degree days, sunshine, and rain. The good old back-and forth. Rumor has it that the foothills trails are a mucky mess, so our options for shot dayhikes are slim. We've been eyeballing the snow depths in the nearby mountains, and our snow shoes are burning holes in the wall. Maybe tomorrow.
I know, you probably want to hear about the wedding and the holidays. As several weekends spent almost entirely in our pajamas evinces, we still feel like we're catching up and recovering.
Since our last update we've honeymooned in Mexico...
And enjoyed Christmas with all the various permutations of our families.
Now, with the last long slog of winter ahead of us (though the days are getting longer again!), I guess it's time to buck-up and address those real, grown-up things that we've been putting off for the last few months (bank accounts, name changes, etc. JOY!).
In some respects it's a little relieving - we now have the time and wherewithal to actually settle into somewhat of a normal life again. And that is a good thing.
That said, knowing us, chances are it won't be altogether TOO normal.
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