Archives for August 2013
The next picture with the book is of our coffee table, handed down from my parents, like most of our furniture. The coasters pictured were the inspiration for the whole house, believe it or not. I kept them with me at all times as we searched for this and that. The picture of the shelves is a new addition. Scott and I painted some pictures and decided to make literal book shelves modeled after something I saw on Pinterest to display them.
I learned something about fighting on this trip, something I might have always known, but not in a real confident kind of way. And not what you might think: that it isn’t healthy or it isn’t appropriate (which is maybe what I’ve thought at times). But that I fight with the people who are worth it to me. I fight with them because they matter and we mutually want our relationship to grow. It’s not often and it’s not ongoing, which is good, because if that was the case I might think we need therapy. But when they come, those fights that at first feel like heartburn, being caught in the rain and getting yelled at on your birthday eventually bring us closer. I am fighting with my sister so we can be better friends. I am fighting internally with myself to be a better version.
Something about admitting you argue with people feels embarrassing, like there is something wrong with you, but it’s impossible to get along all the time and there is something wrong with everybody. I think we should all probably just get over feeling ashamed of it. It’s important to fight for what matters: people, relationships, love, growth.
Maybe this epiphany I seem to have finally had, or at least finally written down, isn’t really all that groundbreaking. I’m pretty sure that’s the case, but it feels like a pretty big deal in my mind. Like that time I realized I wasn’t a weird person just because I was an introvert.
It’s freeing to admit that I argue with the people I love because I am fighting for them.
My sister and I hugged when we were finally back to understanding one another again and joined the group playing Scattergories in the salon. While I was sitting there with my tiny pencil in my hand, I had this intense feeling that I had already experienced this moment. Like one of those flashback scenes from a movie. Scott always tells me that deja vu means you’re on the right path.
This weekend we went to Catalina. There were good moments and there were growing ones too. But there was family and the ocean and that’s all I ask for in life, really. I will get to that later. Right now, I want to do a giveaway for this neat piece of jewelry from Lisa Leonard. Isn’t it cool? It’s called the Iridescent Stone Necklace. I got to pick out one for me and one for you. I love any jewelry like this that is distinct and incorporates nature. This necklace seemed destined to dive into the mystical Catalina waters, I think.
Enter to win one yourself below! Also, be sure to check out the new arrivals, including charms for back to school at Lisa’s shop and stop by her blog to learn more about her story and help her celebrate her birthday (which is today)!
How are you guys doing today? I’ve been better, since you asked. I read somewhere once that you aren’t supposed to complain about things on your blog, which probably isn’t the worst advice. Complaining in general is usually rather unproductive (except that it isn’t if you really need to vent! Know what I’m sayin’?). Well anyways, my knee is jacked up (I don’t know why) and I found out I fractured my right thumb on our sailing trip when I ate it pushing the dinghy off the beach and into the water. I didn’t do anything about it until Monday of this week cuz I like to try to be tough about physical injuries to make up for the fact that I’m can be a total baby about emotional injuries (know what I’m sayin’?). Anyways, if there are typos from here on out I’m blaming it on this thumb injury. Fortunately, I can still surf. Maybe I’m not supposed to yet, but I probably will because I’m smart like that. No wonder this thing hasn’t healed. Anyways, here’s that recipe I mentioned in Thankful Things….
I saw something like it on the cover of a magazine sitting on the counter in the house I nanny and sort of adapted it to us. Because of that, I’m not totally sure about the measurements. I actually thought ours could have used a bit more sauce (Scott is crazy about the stuff). So, my advice is, take these measurements as a general suggestion (or follow the recipe from Real Simple Magazine linked below).
Serves: probably like 4 -6 people (we ate it for approximately 3 meals)
3 tablespoons of olive oil
2-3 cloves of garlic
1/2-1 onion, chopped
2 tablespoons fresh oregano leaves
4 ounces crumbled goat cheese or parmesan (I think I actually like the parmesan better, but the goat cheese is good and creamy and healthy!)
*Here’s the recipe from Real Simple magazine if you want to check that out (they ribbon their zucchini which is fancy).
p.s. our Le Creuset French Oven can be found here (which is an Amazon Associates link, so if you buy it I will get a small commission, which would be much appreciated!). We have it in “Caribbean” and use it often. It’s a bit pricey (we received ours as a wedding gift), but I do have to say that, besides the fact that I love cooking with it, I love the way it looks in our kitchen. I sort of see it as a very functional kitchen decoration (win, win!). Also, shout-out to the Parent family who gave us this awesome pot! Hey guys, thanks 🙂
3. This one gets a long description. This is The Hollywood Bowl for the Edward Sharpe concert (yes, it was awesome; they’re great performers). I’m thankful for the blanket on my lap that you can’t see in this picture. That blanket was key. Forgot water, forgot food on the long drive up in traffic and I was hungover, but I remembered the blanket. It kinda made up for all the poor decisions preceding it, but the venue made up for it most. The venue made this a summer memory for me. That venue is the cream of the crop, creme de la creme, you know…all that good sort of stuff. It got me thinking about how lucky the birds in the area are. That is, if they like human music. We like their music, but what do they think about ours? Are they like “This is the worst place to live! Peace!” or are they in the trees watching, stoked? Like it’s prime nest real estate or something. Who knows…. maybe a birder (that’s a thing, you know). Anyways…
9. This guy (who slides).
We went for a surf today. It wasn’t that good, but it was really pretty out. I needed to be down at the beach. It clears my mind. I’ve needed that lately, too. When we got back, I did some work and made this salad that my friend Roberta made up. She’s an awesome cook. It also happens to be her wedding anniversary today. I remember the day she and her husband JP got married up in the Canadian mountains. It was dusk and the sunset was about the same color as that pink wave on the napkin in the picture up there; soft and happy. It was a really eco friendly wedding. The food was raw and they even had a bike you had to pedal to keep the music playing. It was special.
If you’re into healthy eating, eating raw food (not like raw meats, but unprocessed vegan foods that haven’t been heated above 115º Fahrenheit …someone had to explain that to me once. Probably Roberta.) then you should definitely check out Roberta’s site Being Berta. There’s lots of goodies over there.
So here’s the recipe for this salad. It’s a good one, just like Roberta.
Note to self: don’t spill the dry quinoa. It’s a pain to clean up!
2 tablespoons raisins or goji berries
*if you like more dressing, you may want to double up on the ingredients
Truth is, I told Scott right before we left that I figured I’ve been having a mild anxiety attack ever since we got back from our trip. And when I put these things down in writing, I really realize how dramatic I can be. It’s just, we’ve been busy. Good busy. Friends and family and special occasions and traveling kind of busy, but busy nevertheless. Even most of my surf sessions have been so crowded that I start wondering while I’m out there if the ocean actually has a maximum capacity. The control I like to think I have over myself slowly slips away when I don’t get some time to myself.
In fact, I think I was in what I call Everybody Leave Me Alone Mode before we even left for the lake. That’s never a good state to be in before a family vacation now, is it?
After the U.S. Open, which is a cluster cuss if I ever saw one, we drove to Lake Nacimiento. On our way there I had to stop at the store to pick up some women’s essentials. My father-in-law ran in to the store to buy something too. As luck would have it, he was buying a can of Parmesan cheese right at the same time I was buying tampons, but his line was faster because some dummy in front of me couldn’t find his credit card (sorry it was that time of the month!). So my father-in-law waited for me to buy tampons. Just what every girl wants to endure. But, you know, it’s life and it was pretty sweet of him, really. Maybe he didn’t even know that’s what I was doing, but now he will since he reads this blog (I know, that’s pretty sweet too).
After some wakeboarding and a nice dinner, I woke the next morning at 4:30 a.m. because it was hot in my sleeping bag, but cold on my shoulders and my thoughts wouldn’t let me go back to sleep again. I finally I got up at five and sought what I needed. I went on an adventure alone while everyone was sleeping. And of course after I wandered through the lakeside neighborhood and found myself standing on a cliff watching the sun slowly arrive over the hills, I missed my Scott and wished he was there to see it, but in so many other ways this was exactly what my summer was lacking.
I’ve always been so independent, relating most to movie characters like Harriet the Spy, Matilda and Vada from My Girl and I need time to explore the world on my own almost as much as I need time discovering it with other people. I needed to take risks (there were coyotes!) and write in my journal and find my way on my own, just like that summer I duct taped a tape player to my bike like the girls from Now and Then and rode to Subway (and now you have a complete list of my favorite childhood movies).
The sunrise was gorgeous; like nothing I’ve ever seen by the ocean. The blazing sun swallowing the cool low clouds to shed light on the mourning doves and oak trees; pushing the dew from the rooftops to the rain gutters (and hopefully scaring away the coyotes). But even that wasn’t the point either. It wasn’t really about what I found while I was on this solo mission, it was just that I had one. I needed to rekindle that part of summer I had let lay dormant thus far, to release that “mild anxiety”, but at least this time I had Scott to come home to.