So many pleasant memories. I wish I had time to blog about all of them while they're still fresh. For now, though, I'll have to make do with a list. Like I did when I came back from Floriday less than a month ago. What a great summer so far! I could get used to this.
Scoring a little refrigerator for the hotel room, courtesy of our sweet housekeeper, Marie; stocking the fridge with special beers and wine from Shaw's, fantastic market (think Fresh Market on steriods) just across the street from our hotel; cranking up my southern charm and holding court with the men who worked at the market (one of whom gave me a great corkscrew/bottle opener, compliments the wine distributor, and a reusable grocery bag complete with six compartments especially for bottles); getting lots of great swag from the Health Lawyers exhibitor, including a highlighter shaped like a syringe, mints that looked like old fashioned bottles full of pills, mints in a case shaped like a little computer mouse, mints in cute little tins, pens and more pens with clever touches like a carabiner and a flashing yellow ball on the end, Cubs and White Sox baseball caps (next year's convention is in Chicago), and so much more.
Riding the subway; Cambridge - home of Harvard and lots of interesting little shops and old brownstone houses; people-watching, especially fascinating in Cambridge and on the subway; listening to and trying to decipher the Boston accents; taking doggie bags back to our little fridge; chewy everything bagels and good, strong coffee for breakfast; laughing at Mr. Man eating a cold, leftover Fenway Frank for breakfast one morning; shopping on Newbury Street - I found cool silver jewelry and a good used bookstore called The Raven; surprising FF with a few little thank you gifts and loving how much he loved them; buying BoSox souvenirs for Kiddo and The Daddler in the Fenway gift shop (they loved them, too).
Spending my last night in Boston eating dinner with Dude in the room with food and wine from the fridge: really good aged gouda with an assortment of Carr's Crackers, fresh raspberries, and leftover pasta with capers and mushrooms and fresh basil in marinara sauce (from an Italian restaurant at North End).
Sharing a taxi to the airport Thursday with a nice lady who picked up the fare since she was there on biz; a smooth trip home with a very short layover in Pittsburgh; getting to move to the second row on the flight to Memphis and sitting next to a sweet young woman and swapping stories with her, making up limericks and seeing the beautiful "boudouir photos" she'd had taken for her husband's birthday gift.
Being picked up by Sarita at the airport. The D's welcoming hug (he even kissed me on the cheek!) when I got home; seeing Kiddo's long hair (it grew lots during his month in Africa; hearing about his experiences there, teaching children English and spending a whole week (sans shower) climbing Mount Kilimanjaro; receiving a charming, handmade beaded bracelet Kiddo brought me from Tanzania.
And now, looking at pictures from my trip, including a funny little video interview of FF at Fenway; getting back on the straight and narrow with food and drink and exercise.
So on that note, I'm going to put on my shoes and go for a run before it's well over a triple-digit heat index (the high is 98 today with 76% humidity). I'll stay busy this weekend and try to avoid the post-vacation blues...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...