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Today: The weekend according to Instagram XIII.

Lucky thirteen.

The theme of this weekend was boob sweat the arrival of summer weather.  I love the heat.  My dog?  He’s over it.

The weekend according to Instagram XIII

  1. Friday (I’ve decided to start weekends a bit early and lead with Fridays) was Pen Pal Day! at the middle school where I volunteer.  Highlights included a harp performance, breakfast with my seventh grade pal, and an outdoor sing-a-long.
  2. Saturday morning I awoke to find my little herb garden has come alive.  As of last check, we have approximately 5 chive sprouts and 600 basil sprouts (the, um, seed packet sort of exploded when I was putting my little windowsill garden together).  No sign of the parsley.   Rather than watering with a coffee mug (who has a watering can in the city?), which in the past has led to accidental plant drownings, I did a tiny bit of research and have been gently misting the soil each evening with a spray bottle I found in the Target travel aisle for $1.29.  Nothing by the best for the sprouts.
  3. I can’t remember the last time I ran outside (except for every, single morning when I sprint across the crosswalk to avoid getting hit by the MBTA bus…. no regard, I tell you!).  I decided to skip the treadmill, lace up my Kinvaras and hit the road for a quick and hot run along the Harborwalk early Saturday.  I love living right at the intersection of city and sea.  Can’t beat those views.
  4. Did I mention it was hot this weekend?   Sweating buckets.
  5. I joined Nick to sweat a few more buckets at CrossFit Southie on Sunday morning.  As soon as we got back to the condo, we tuned into the Reebok CrossFit Games live feed.  Another weekend, another round of incredible Regionals competitors.  Between the day’s workout (which I loved) and watching the athletes compete, I took some time to think about what I’d like to accomplish this month.  My goal for June is consistency.  With work, travel and other good things happening, I felt like a bit of a flake this spring.  I didn’t make it to the box as often as I would have liked, and found myself making excuses (namely: I am wiiiiiiped) when I could have been making progress.  Even still, I am this much closer to an unassisted pull-up (hello, red band) and have been lifting more weight than ever.  Just imagine what I could do if I, welp… showed up more.  So that’s the plan: show up more.
  6. Sunday’s workout included bent-over barbell rows, ring rows, ring push-ups (I scaled down to hand release push-ups), double unders and wall climbs.  Needless to say, I was feeling the burn.  Literally.
  7. First swim of the year!
  8. I got to spend a little quality time with my niece on Saturday night while the grown-ups celebrated my sister-in-law’s birthday.  My niece turns one this month, and gets cooler by the minute.  It’s just amazing.  I love seeing my brother and sister-in-law read to her, and knew this book would be the perfect addition to the baby’s growing collection.  It’s called You are my I love you/Tu eres mi te queiro by Maryann Cushman.  It is available in English only, too, but I love the bilingual version.  Such a beautiful book.
  9. And this is how Clark feels about 91 degrees: complimented, but not interested.

Also On Tap for Today:

What was the highlight of your weekend?  Did you stay cool?

 

Today: Goods from the garden.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]When I walk around my parents’ garden, I can’t help but think that, despite wanting to living in Southie forever and ever, there are advantages to being in the suburbs.

For example:

  • You can walk around barefoot without needing a precautionary tetanus shot
  • There are few people to bump into and nary a MTBA driver to mow you down as you cross the street
  • It’s quiet, the air is fresh, and parking is a plenty

Don’t worry, I haven’t gone soft.  In fact, I just gave some serious attitude to a kid selling lemonade on Broadway.  Just kidding.  I would never do that.  I did complement her on the Disney princess table she was using to hawk her drinks, though.  It was really cute.  And I appreciate the entrepreneurial spirit.

I love the city and scenes such as that.  I like the noise, the grit, the business.  The go-go-go.  Visiting my mom and dad, though, has me missing lawns.  And tomatoes.  And kitchens larger than a shoe.

Thankfully, there are plenty of places within the city where I can to catch my breath.  Many of them are right here in South Boston: Moakley Field, Castle Island, our roof (technically, not open to the public… but ours is not the only roof, surely), the Harborwalk, the parks along Carson Beach and the waterfront, Dorchester Heights, the end of Drydock.

I haven’t attempted to plant anything along the way, but hey.  That could be interesting.

Also On Tap for Today:

Where do you go to catch your breath?

Today: Ring the bell.

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This weekend I found myself goin’ to the chapel, because my brother’s getting ma-a-a-ried.  And because his future wife is so great, we needed to celebrate her at least one more time before their big day.

My mom hosted a little shower at this adorable former chapel on the edge of Foxborough State Forest.  I immediately spied a thick, braided rope leading up to a little hole in the ceiling.  I know a Quasimoto moment when I see it.  We waited until most of the guests left before going to town.  It was amazing.  The shower was absolutely lovely, too.

Ring the alarm, make Beyonce proud!

Hi, sister.

We went back to my parents’ house for a little while and did what any Irish American family might on a sunny Saturday afternoon.  We harvested potatoes.  Gross stereotyping aside, we really did harvest potatoes.  I felt like I was getting in touch with my roots, but what I thought was a potato root, was actually a slug.  I hesitated but a minute before digging back into the pile of Earth for more.  Is there anything more marvelous?  My dad has quite the green thumb.

Roots.

Ahhh! Real, live, homegrown potatoes!

Purple potatoes!

This potato has eyes (and a maniacal grin). Throw it in the compost.

I love life in the city, but I also love being able to escape every now and then to spend time with my family.  You know, to ring bells and harvest potatoes  and sit in lawn hampers with them.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • My TNT teammate Tina is hosting a blogger bake sale at Carrots N Cake today.  I’ve got a loaf of rosemary bread up for bid. 🙂
  • Don’t forget to vote in today’s primary!
  • My Peapod delivery is over an hour late… more playtime with Clark!

What do you love best about your hometown?

Today: Help with the harvest

IMG_3955I spent Friday morning unplugged and getting my hands dirty in the garden.  In the middle of the city.

Though it wasn’t intentional, I wore the perfect shoes for celebrating Obama’s reception of the Nobel Peace Prize.

Since these moccasins worked so well during my wilderness adventure, I thought they’d probably fare just as well in an urban garden.  They’re pretty amazing.  More amazing is the Boston Day and Evening Academy.  My colleague and I spent the morning at the school, helping with their fall harvest.  They have the most amazing gardens, where students and community members come together in an active, outdoor classroom.

We weeded the strawberry patches, encountering many an earthworm and the occasional snail.  I can’t really do the experience justice, but it was a real gift to get out of the office for a morning and play in the dirt.

Peacing it in my Minnetonkas

Peacing it in my Minnetonkas

Fresh from the harvest!

Fresh from the harvest!

Carrots come from the ground!

Carrots come from the ground!

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Observe some baseball and some football (Go Sox, obvi.)
  • Pick up my number for tomorrow’s Tufts 10K for Women
  • Admire the Queen, who has reigned during the presidencies of 11 Americans

Where is your oasis in the city?  Do you have thyme to suggest how to use up a lot of fresh Rosemary?