This winter I spent a few days mentoring a high school senior on the novella she was writing for her senior project. I read the final draft, made comments and suggestions, and talked to her about publishing.
Today in the mail I received a copy of her newly bound book, with a signed note on the inside front cover, thanking me for my help. The book is called "When We Crash."
Today is a very good day.
Blair got his shower first this morning. Afterward, he was in the bedroom, standing in front of his closet in black underwear and socks. (Hot, I know. It's a miracle I ever let him leave the house.)
"Hey, what's with the black underwear?" I asked, coming up behind him and sliding my arms around his middle. "You have a hot date at lunch or something?"
Blair looked at me quizically. "No. These were the ones that were on top."
I'll just cut to the chase and say that it must be very, very nice to be a man.
My soup looked JUST LIKE THIS. I even had the pretty white bowl working for me. My food never looks like the picture, so I'm stoked.Tonight I made Hearty Bean & Grain Soup. The soup is full of healthy foods like kale, kidney beans, and buckwheat. All in all, it took close to an hour to prepare. [My fault, as I forgot to cook the buckwheat ahead of time.] Once I got all the chopping, food processing, sauteing, simmering and mixing in line, I was left with a heavenly pot of too-good-to-be true tasty soup.
I also threw some thick french bread under the broiler. I'm a pretty staunch anti-white flour girl, but I didn't have time to get by the health food store this week and pick up something better.
Blair came home from work, went for a run, then headed back to the kitchen to ladle himself a big bowl of soup. He returned to the front room 20 minutes later, where I sat typing on my laptop.
"I learned something about myself today," he said, easing down onto the couch.
"Really? What's that?" I asked.
"I learned I freaking LOVE bread."
I sighed. "There was soup too. Did you even taste the soup?"
"Oh yeah, the soup was good." He paused. "But the bread spanked it."
Seriously. Some days you just wonder why you try...
I'm trotting along on the Greenway this past Saturday, bundled up in running tights, 2 shirts, a jacket, a headband (with ear warmers), and gloves against the 24 degree weather. Around mile 7 or 8, I feel something slapping against the right side of my head with every step. I reach up with a gloved hand and grab what feels like a large twig stuck in my hair. Lovely. Wonder how long I've been running along with that little treat protruding from my skull. You just know all the other runners are laughing at me.
I tug at it, but the twig refuses to come out. I slip my hand out of my glove in order to get a better grip. I reach up, grab my hair... and realize it's not a twig. Instead, it's a big honkin' wad of ICE.
Yes, that's right - ICE. Like the stuff that comes out of the freezer? It's on my head. In fact, it's all over my head. Running my hand along my hairline at the nape of my neck, it feels like I'm rockin' an icicle-dreadlock look. The rest of my head? Crunchy. Apparently sweat and below freezing temperatures do not mix.
My new treadmill is being delivered tomorrow. Not a minute too soon, if you ask me. I am officially OVER this outdoor running thing. See you in the spring.
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