We are watching the Olympics, or rather, I am watching the Olympics while Daughter is rolling off the couch, under the ottoman, between my feet. I am watching beautiful Kerri Walsh and fiesty Misty May Treanor come from behind against two European women in their 20’s. They, too, are beautiful and tanned. Kerri and Misty jump and they set and they slam that ball into the ground. I persuade Skylar to watch, if just for a moment.
Sunday was busy. We started the day early, because that’s what you do with an early-rising three-year old. There were cartoons and waffles and then I ran away to Target to get groceries and have a quiet moment. As soon as I got home I wiped up a quick pasta salad for later in the day and then we ran off to the St. Paul Farmer’s Market. I was on a mission for two things: Eggs (because of this book) and Beefsteak Tomatoes (because of this recipe). I found both. And a whole lot of other goodies.
Later that day, while I was out biking and running, Husband made the Beefsteak Tomato Gratin (see link above). It was complicated and I forgot to tell him that we didn’t have quinoa and that I substituted Mozzarella for Gruyere, but he plowed through and made it for dinner. We broiled some salmon to go with it and it was amazing. Huge, fresh, local tomatoes. There’s nothing like them. Yum. And the season has just begun 🙂
It’s finally Friday. And the crazy heat has broken. Our windows are open, the AC is off. I love it. Dog loves it. And I can hear the bugs and the wind again.
Oh, and the Olympics start. Are you watching?
I’m watching every minute I can. I think these athletes are amazing.
I found myself a birthday present in Boulder. I found it at the very last booth we walked past, right before we nearly melted in the Colorado Sun, moments before the 3YOs started to lose it. There was a little table, covered by beautiful work by Plata Designs. The artist was there selling her amazing jewelry. I bought a pair of dream catcher earrings. Happy Birthday to me.
Last year at this time, I posted a list of 39 things I wanted to do while I was 39. Today’s my last day of being 39, so I wanted to let you know how I did. I have to say, pretty good. I might find time tomorrow to do numbers 22,2 3 and 31, but if I don’t I won’t worry about. Turning 40 has forced me to relax a bit. And I couldn’t be happier.
1. Do a Triathlon – DONE, on August 17
2. Run a 10K – DONE, October 1
3. Make homemade bread – how did I not get this done?
I spent the last four days with my sister in Denver, Colorado. We went climbing and swimming and shopping and eating. Saturday, we headed north to Boulder for the Open Arts Fest. And what a Fest it was.
There were giant carrots and adorable rabbits.
There was a splash pad and butterfly balloons.
There was an art booth for the kids, which lead to blue hair and purple knees.
There were ginormous giraffes.
And an orange chair for Jen.
But because we wanted to stick close to home, and close to Dog, we didn’t go to the beach or to the playground or to the pool. We spent the afternoon, first, on the floor of her bedroom and, later, on the floor of the living room. We tossed a little ball up in the air and let it hit us in the head. Then we threw a larger ball in the air and hoped it wouldn’t hit us in the head.
When we finally got off the floor, we tore apart the living room and threw toys everywhere. There was puppet show and a parade. The lines in the rugs because the road for the cars. The trains went around and around their tracks. We made a castle with the MagnaTiles. We sang songs. We danced. And we laughed.