Adieu August

It dawned on me on this the thirty-first day of the month that August was long and lingering in a way I don't remember. This is the first year in decades that there is no back to school hoopla in our house.I think not having that looming, allowed for a rather chill stretch of days that I dare admit I'm a little sad to see go even as I know that the rest of the year is my muse, my bard. 

So August, I'm grateful for your lessons and your blessings. Thank you for...

Our CPA...yay Ted! He powered through his last exam to earn his credentials.

A clean mammogram. Making an appointment to take care of some dental work I've been putting off and committing to finding an eye doc.

Moving ahead on some home improvement projects. 

Leaving the watercolor bin on the kitchen counter all week and coming home to find that Lils has been painting in her free time. 

Crafts and games.

 

 

 

Audible. I started a new book during my walks.

Two new pairs of Hokas for all the miles I'm going to log this fall. 

Thinking about resurrecting book club soon.

Biergartens on a beautiful day.

 

Lake Michigan beach days. The water is finally warm enough to stay in, but also refreshing. 

 

A pretty new Brooks Bros afghan for fall.

 

Speaking of which, temps are dropping overnight making for perfect sleeping weather especially with new percale sheets.

My first tomato sandwich of the summer. August yields are abundant and tomatoes that taste like summer are worth the wait. 

All the fruits. Black plums, juicy nectarines, the sweetest cherries and giant green grapes that pop when you eat them. 

Meats on the grill and Mike's expertise.

 

 

Pedis with Grandma Judy and Lils. It's our August tradition. After the pampering comes the shopping and then the eating. Grandpa meets us for dinner. It was Angelina's this year and it was quite good. The cup of chicken pastina made me excited for soup weather. The eggplant strips were perfect and my meatball as big as my head.

 

That week that the whole fam was holed up at Casa Wags.

 

 

 

 

Movie dates with my guy. Last week we saw The Odyssey. It was long and loud, but it was a solid 8 for me and popcorn for dinner is always a 10.

Peanuts in the shell for the chippies. When I was a little girl, my parents would perch me on the front porch with a bowl of peanuts and the chipmunks would come and take them right out of my hand. These days they cautiously retrieve the treats as I keep my distance.

GNO last Thursday. It started with cocktails at Candace's swanky new digs with a lake view and then we walked over to my sil's where we enjoyed the city view and the Billy Joel cover band on the square below from the comfort of the 30th floor.

 

 

Slinky Minky and Stinky Dinky aka Hazel and Gus.

 

 

Mike enjoying a weekend at the cabin with his brother.

Lily was helpful around Casa Wags in his absence this week watering flowers, feeding cats and unloading the dish washer.

She finally unpacked. Michael helped her purge, organize and rearrange her furniture. They're a good team.

 

A catch up call with my uncle and texts with my cousins. Molly just left her daughter for freshman year. TJ and Kate are back after summer travels in Japan and South Korea and the Grand Canyon. 

My flowers have come back to life thanks to the soggy weather. 

The sun, the moon and sky.

 

 

HBD to Me!

Today is the end of my birthday week. Friday was THE day, but it was a week of special treatment and extra care. That's what I love most about this 7 day tradition...not all the hoopla, but the acts of kindness and consideration. I felt the love and that's the best gift of all.

It's no secret that I love a rainy day. It rained and rained and rained Friday. I slept in, Mike made me brunch, I read and brought out my watercolors until the sky cleared long enough for a walk. That was the only thing I really wanted to do. I was hemming and hawing about evening plans. Truthfully, I would've been happy to stay home, but wasn't disappointed that we ended up at Lisa's for pizza. It's a flashback. It's been a family spot for as long as I can remember and it's been awhile. We got our sausage roni with extra cheese and toasted my mom. That was her pie and it was her day too. 

 

As I'm gaining on sixty, turning another year older feels serious. I lost my mom right after her sixtieth birthday so it's an elephant in my room life. I don't see sixty as a harbinger, but as a reminder that life is short and time is more valuable than ever ala there's no time like the present. This is the time each year I take a personal inventory...I take stock in the coulds and shoulds and the needs and wants in an effort to be a better human. For some reason, I'm finding it extra formidable.

Saturday we met my parents at the beer garden for an afternoon visit. They came with birthday gifts for me and Lils, and not one, but two Lisa's pizzas. Great like minds. It was a beautiful day for a little day drinking and the park was festive with families and dogs and even a band.

We had just enough time to clean up to make it for happy hour at Ted and Meryl's. They were perfect hosts! After a couple rounds of cocktails and Secret Hitler, we ended up downstairs at The Swinging Door for dinner. It's another old haunt that reminds me of my mom. It was a lovely day start to finish spent with my peeps and that's what matters most to this older gal.

Full

weekend...house...heart.

 

We celebrated Lil's 22nd Friday. Twenty-two seems about right so I'm not going to get up in my feelings. At the birthday girl's request, our first stop was for bagels and coffee, and then we spent extra quality time painting pottery because Michael brought his inner artiste to Glaze. For the record, I admire the man who can embrace such things. Our next stop was my favorite beer garden next to the Milwaukee River. We drank cold beer, made friends (with Geoffrey) and played Gin. It was quite a lovely day. The kids left us at home while they went out for a birthday dinner and a night of jazz.

 

 

The other kids came Friday night because their apartment was 90 degrees. The air went out mid-week and the temps were rising. When Ted shared a picture of Manny cooling off in the frig, I knew it was bad. I made them dinner late night, which is one of my love languages. Ted is studying for the last leg of his CPA and I've been on a mission to keep him well-fueled. Meryl and I burned the midnight oil and then some while enjoying not one, but two bottles of wine. We chatted until the sun came up and paid the price for it Saturday without regret. Heart to hearts are worth sleep deprivation. My big accomplishments of the day were a big pot of pasta with a side of spinach and a below B rated movie. I slept well Saturday night knowing my son got his vegetables, which he confessed he's been lacking, and that we were all under one roof with a well stocked pantry and freezer. The Last House was the movie and if you watch it, you'll understand where I'm coming from.

Sunday was Lil's birthday dinner. Rather impromptu, but not overdue. She requested calzones and a lemon cake. Mike rolled the dough and I tried a new recipe for the cake. The kids played cribbage and created their calzones. I love Sunday dinner and especially when celebrating my baby.

 

 

The kids are still here a week later. It's been nice having them and being able to take care of them. They're in the throes of demands and if  I can make their lives a little easier, it makes mine happier. Lily went into the office today for the first time this week, Ted's at the kitchen island with his spreadsheets and lectures working and studying, Mike's in his office upstairs, and Meryl is getting ready for work. I'm going for a walk during my lunch because I'm working from home today.  The cats are all in their afternoon snooze spots. Yep, good and full.

 

 

 

 

July's End

I cut out of work early hoping to sneak in a walk before the rain moves in. A steady soaking we desperately need. Sadly, my timing's not good. The resident meteorologist here at Casa Wags says any minute now and I can feel it in my lungs and bones. When I woke to clouds this morning, I rejoiced. I'm that gray day loving weirdo. The sun is not my friend. I spent a couple hours on the beach Sunday, most of it under an umbrella, yet still all week I've been plagued by an itchy rash. It's called Polymorphic Light Eruption. Believe me...it's sounds much sexier than it is. But my love for Lake Michigan trumps my discomfort.

Sunday was my first lake swim of the season. The water's been too cold. It took some time getting in, but boy was it refreshing and on the sand bar it was even warmish. It was such a strange day though: a milky haze obscured the reach. The absence of a horizon was otherworldly. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was inhabiting a liminal space, but there's nothing faint about toes in the sand or a lake breeze against my skin or the subtle smell of the water...musky and metallic and fresh in the same breath.

I miss my brother's house on the beach. It's still a vacant lot, but the Tree House at the top of the hill has it's own unique magic. We had dinner on the deck in the trees listening to the eagles pipe and chirp and other birds Merlin identified, but we did not see. It was a beautiful night and a nice ending to a weekend that was pretty chill.

The speed of summer thus far has been a self-imposed slow. I wouldn't have it any other way even though at times I almost feel guilty for it. I blame the noise, which I am usually pretty good at ignoring. As long as I have my cats, a book, a bowl of cherries, some chilled chardonnay and my peeps, I'm good.

This is the first summer in twenty some years that back to school isn't looming in the purview. The kids are gainfully employed and forging their paths. Lily is moving out of her house in Madison this weekend, but she's been home since June. She's welcome to stay as long as she wants despite the fact that she's not the neatest member of the fam. The lack of a a hard stop on summer is definitely something new and unfamiliar even as the tell-tale signs of time passing are present: the hydrangeas are browning, the grass is dormant with the drought, the fireflies light up the yard every night and me and my girl are poised to celebrate another year around the sun soon.

So while I sit here a tad wistful, I know that July's end beckons August's beginning and that's not so bad. Every new beginning might be some other beginnings end, but it's not closing time.  

fresh air

 

I've been holed up in the house the last couple days because I've been under the weather. I'm gaining on it today and just in time because it's a perfect summer day...no humidity and no Canadian wildfire smoke. There are cats in every open window. Revised to say there were cats in windows. All four of them are enjoying their afternoon sleeps in their spots.

 

The kids brought M&M over late last night and stayed long enough for a Korean beef bowl and a slice of Grandma Rose's Banana Cake. They left early this morning for Lakeside. Meryl was as happy as I've seen her in awhile and for that I'm grateful. The whole H family is converging on Lake Erie. It's been quite some time since they've all been together. I'm wishing them a beautiful week together in their happy place.

Ted's on a happy streak. He and Uncle B Bone earned the win in last weekend's Tripoli invitational. The accolades will live on long beyond the generous prizes. We got a comprehensive recap of all 58 holes last night. I would have loved to watch the shoot-out, but we had Uncle Chris's 50th birthday dinner. It was a good group for a good guy.

 

I'm happiest when my peeps are happy. It's a good day when we can celebrate someone we care for for a long coveted champ title, a milestone birthday, a baby on the way, a new job, a retirement date in the purview, a move, a commitment to health and any number of other wins big and small. 

My Grandpa was known to often drop an And I should complain in a conversation or even into a stretch of complete silence. I get it. When he visited our first house, he sat in the family room looking out of the park across the street like we had a view of the Pacific and not an empty parcel of land called the Tot Lot by the neighbors. In his eyes, we were making it. We hadn't made it, whatever that really means, but we were working hard, doing well and happy. I'm sure he knew there would be bumps and bruises and a few earth shattering take downs because that's life something he was more than familiar with after seventy some years.

I have that very same pinch me feeling when I spend time with my nieces and nephews who lost their father in a terrible way at a terrible time. They didn't check out. They grew up. I'm so proud of the way they took care of each other and went on doing life. They all have loving partners and jobs and happiness. I know from experience that the loss is always there, but you cannot let it define you. I believe it's inspired them to live their best lives. And that is a breath of fresh air in these days of rampant victim hood.

the living is easy in mid july

We just returned from a late afternoon walk. It was only 87 degrees with 70 percent humidity. That's actually a cool down from the last scorching stretch. I suggested we head to the beach for a dip in Lake Michigan, but Mike went to the shower instead. I'm jonesing for a swim. The water was unswimmable for most on the 4th save for the young and brave, but rumor has it that it's in the 70s right now. That's as good as it gets, which is, by the way, beautiful. One of these nights.

Summer is moving right along at a clip that makes my head spin, which is strange because I haven't been busy. My mood is such that I'm happy at home with a book, a recipe, a puzzle, a cat, a nap, a chat, or the peace and quiet. Perhaps, that's why I'm dizzy...I'm frantic over all the things I'm missing. That's not it though...I'm a JOMO not a FOMO girl and I always say yes to the things I really want to do.

Things like Windmill Beach on July 4th. The weather was meh, but the company was good and the fireworks went off as planned. It's my favorite to sit on the beach and see the displays from all the little and not so little towns along the shore to the north and to the south. This slightly foggy, almost chilly night, the beach was lined with bonfires too. Cue the kumbaya.

Things like reading until I drift off no matter the time of day or night. I finished Whistler and immediately went deep into a book hangover. I loved these characters and the ending was just right, but still I wanted the story to go on. I tried to finish the last section of The Chronology of Water, but I have lost traction with the disjointed story and the stomach for the visceral everything. Upon Dani Shapiro's rec, I ordered Dog Days. It finally arrived, but it is another kaleidoscopic recounting that asks for more attention than I'm up for at present. It's summer. I want a summer read.

Things like cooking simply and seasonally. The Sour Cherry Galette is on repeat at Casa Wags, and probably will be until I make one for everyone I know, or cherry season ends. In fact, tomorrow I'm going to buy the market out and freeze all the containers I can. I made the biggest batch of herby ranch ever for Lily recently. It's quickly disappearing. That being said...dinner most nights is cheese and crackers, an egg or two, or a bowl of cereal with lots of fresh cut fruit.

These days the cribbage board lives on the kitchen island and a crossword puzzle is always making the rounds. My bed rarely gets made and the laundry sits clean, but unfolded in baskets around the house. Most mornings I roll out of bed rested at the last possible minute, put my hair up, rinse off, and take my warm lemon water and iced cold brew to go in record time. When I want something sweet, I grab a handful of cherries, and once in awhile a good old-fashioned dreamsicle or ice cream bar. These can also be dinner btw. Life is simple, the days are long and the living is easy.