Thursday, July 05, 2018

Life's Beach-y

It was so hot at the beach today...

Kirk Park Beach allows doggies off-leash,
but Scout Akshaya and Huck Amulya 
were a bit skittish and stayed close to mama.

One with all the kids--whenever their album comes out, 
this pic could go on the cover.


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Wednesday, July 04, 2018

Independence Day/#SecondCivilWar



Dinner with neighbors and then off to Adado Park 
for the concert band and fireworks.



The enemy suffered a rout because of our optimism 
and the extraordinary American dream 
of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for all.

(Clearly, I spent a chunk of the day chuckling over #SecondCivilWar )
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Tuesday, July 03, 2018

Hikes with L

I've been waking up earlier to go on hikes with neighbor L who has lived here for a long time and seems to know the most fun trails all around. A moment where the weather, time away from teaching, and my life crush (L is totally life goals for me) come together.

Over the past week, we've seen everything.

From tucked-away horticultural gardens,


to forest paths,


to graffiti wonderlands
(this one under a Red Cedar River bridge).

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Monday, July 02, 2018

Lazy-day craft

A pom-pom garland from Target, an old pillow...


and ta-da, I have the perfect pillow accent...

I'll have to tether the strings, but otherwise...
we're all done. It took < 10 mins.
(And most of that was trying to open the package without scissors.)

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Sunday, July 01, 2018

New Calendar

Half the year is done, and I almost bought a new 2018-19 calendar when Amma and I were out shopping today. I've been terrible about putting things in my 2018 calendar, and I've been terrible about making posts here. It's a decades-long pattern of letting summer disappear into heat-induced happiness. But of course I thought buying a new calendar would magically fix that.

I'm aiming for more accountability this summer while I make memories with my mama and bebés, get all the writing done, tackle some overdue decor projects; get pool time and yoga time and book time.

Let's see.

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ordinary magic

all my winged things: birds, words always seem to happen only in momentous mystery their maps ghostly with emptiness layered on unknown and ...