Here and There

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Last day of school

Today was the last day of school. It feels like a last day of school. I packed up the classroom, took home Cranberry, the beta fish, and now I am home, wondering what to do with myself. I remember summer as a kid. It meant eating a lot of otter pops and playing super nintendo. Also, staying up late and finishing a Nancy Drew book and then waking up late and starting a new one. Frequent trips to the library and my grandma's swimming pool, playing in the sprinkler, etc. One summer, I remember staying up late to watch David Letterman and my dad would go and get us slurpies from 7-11. Good times.

As an adult I had a summer that was blissfully without work or school. This was when I lived at my grandma's house and Peter and my roommate and I all were off work, out of school, totally relaxed. I spent the majority of that summer in the backyard, napping, swimming, watering and reading Real Simple while drinking large quantities of Crystal Light. Enjoying barbequing, cloves and twinkle lights to the max.

This summer will include CWOW work, a lot of time spent in our backyard, which as you can see is quite blank and needs love, eating all the fruit I possibly can, (cherries, peaches, berries of all kinds, watermelon and pineapple) getting ready for our new pal Lillian, going barefoot as much as possible, watching I Love Lucy and making pie. I'll read Water for Elephants for book club, and the Iliad and the new Harry Potter. Then, our summer will conclude with baby days and nights; which, from what I've heard aren't particularly relaxing.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007


Yesterday, I called a day spa to make pedicure appointments for my sister and my mom and I. It is a fun and relaxing annual tradition. When I called, the receptionist asked me if I had been there before. I said yes. She asked me for the first three letters of my last name. I said G-I-D. She was quiet for a minute, presumably looking my name up in the computer. Then she asked, "Did you say G as in garbage?"

"I guess it's G as in garbage, I never really think of it that way." It struck me funny and I started laughing, then Gid started laughing and then I had a really hard time getting through the process of making the reservation. She was flustered and didn't even ask me for a credit card to hold the slot, and then called back a few minutes later to clarify the date. People probably don't usually get the giggles on the phone with "Re:fresh, A Day Spa". But i'm still laughing about it. Why would someone say "G as in garbage"!?

Monday, June 04, 2007

Care for a pint?

Pint of ice cream. I know everybody must do this, but nobody really talks about it. I remember my grandma used to get pints of Haagen Dazs and keep them in the deep freeze in the garage. I would get one out and enjoy the whole thing while watching The Mary Tyler Moore Show, or The Disney Channel. It is surprisingly easy to eat a pint of ice cream.

The funny thing is, I haven't remembered the flavor she would always buy until now. I knew it was tan, and had chocolate covered bits of something in it but I never really knew what flavor it was. I'm sure I looked at the label at some point, but it just didn't stick. This is a flavor I ate years ago.

Then, while enjoying the devil-may-care attitude I've adopted toward food during this pregnancy, (My philosophy: If not now, when?) I decided I'd treat myself to a pint. From a girl familiar with the POINTS system, eating pints of ice cream has not been a habit in the past few years. I thought Caramel Cone looked like a good start. First bite it hit me, THE FLAVOR. The long lost ice cream flavor of my carefree pint-o-ice cream eating days. So, although I do buy the "Extra Rich Light" variety (which sounds absolutely impossible, I know) it still tastes as indulgent and luxurious as those afternoons after school curled up on Grandma's olive green couch.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Just a picture

Venus and the Moon as taken sitting outside at Jupiter.