Sunday, February 21, 2010
Rollercoaster Ride
I was at the lab (again) having yet more blood drawn and the view out the waiting room window was of a couple of rollercoasters. It felt as if the image was put there just for me; the loops, the giant pause before rushing downhill headfirst, the sensation of loosing your stomach and the loss of control. It fits my life quite well right now. There is also the recurring symbol of the mirror that has been following me recently. I think I am ready to pay heed to these. I think this time, I get it.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
On champagne and the Art of (not) Celebrating
A recent Tuesday evening found me and Mr. Man at one of my new favorite haunts, a local wine bar that even offers a free ride home should you want to share that second bottle of wine, or enjoy an extra glass or two. The only fault I see with this new hang-out is that they do not offer flights. *Le sigh*. Though I do commend them on their choices of grappa available.
This wine bar has a good but not great selection of sparklings in any price range; and I am a huge fan of anything with bubbles. It has become my personal goal to try every sparkling they offer that I have yet to experience - within a reasonable price range. On this last visit we drank a fruity Prosecco. It is not one I would have again, but the colder it got the better it tasted to me. I generally do not like fruity or sweet wines so this wasn't a surprise. Mr. Man, on the other hand, was very happy with the selection.
What I find odd about the whole "champagne" thing is that so many assume one is drinking it because there is a celebration or a special occasion. Why is this? I drink sparklings on a pretty regular basis. I've even been caught with it around a campfire (works well with toasted marshmellows). Barefoot Vineyards offers a good, yet inexpensive brute cuvee that I recommend. So when our server asked what we were celebrating, the semi-snarky response I let out was "Tuesday".
Why do we have to reserve things we especially enjoy for special occasions, holidays or company? Don't even get me started about "the good dishes" or "those are for company". It lends one to think that they are just not good enough as they are, that there must be more. I, however, think that we would be better off with less and be more willing to celebrate and therefore appreciate the regular or mundane.
You know, like a Tuesday.
This wine bar has a good but not great selection of sparklings in any price range; and I am a huge fan of anything with bubbles. It has become my personal goal to try every sparkling they offer that I have yet to experience - within a reasonable price range. On this last visit we drank a fruity Prosecco. It is not one I would have again, but the colder it got the better it tasted to me. I generally do not like fruity or sweet wines so this wasn't a surprise. Mr. Man, on the other hand, was very happy with the selection.
What I find odd about the whole "champagne" thing is that so many assume one is drinking it because there is a celebration or a special occasion. Why is this? I drink sparklings on a pretty regular basis. I've even been caught with it around a campfire (works well with toasted marshmellows). Barefoot Vineyards offers a good, yet inexpensive brute cuvee that I recommend. So when our server asked what we were celebrating, the semi-snarky response I let out was "Tuesday".
Why do we have to reserve things we especially enjoy for special occasions, holidays or company? Don't even get me started about "the good dishes" or "those are for company". It lends one to think that they are just not good enough as they are, that there must be more. I, however, think that we would be better off with less and be more willing to celebrate and therefore appreciate the regular or mundane.
You know, like a Tuesday.
Monday, February 01, 2010
Rainy Afternoons and Closets
An organized Amy is a happy Amy, and today I was able to create happiness and a sense of accomplishment.
There is a hall closet right off the living room that has been laughing at me for months, since I got settled in here. Given the situation, I have been tip-toeing around careful not to upset the status quo too much at once. Too many changes all at once seem to make Mr. Man a touch cranky. Oh he is fine with change in theory, it's the application that seems to make him grumbly. So I have been putting things off and pretending that just because chaos and mess reign behind doors that are always closed, that I am not bothered. This is me trying to make nice and keep to calm waters while inside I am cringing.
Today I tackled said closet, with a vengeance. I showed no mercy. Though in the spirit of trying to live as simply and as cost effectively as I possibly can, I have a few bags of paper crafting supplies that have a new home; one where they will be appreciated and put to work.
The other big huge bonus is my knitting supplies have a home. They are no longer shoved willy-nilly in a duffle bag all jumbled together. The yarns have their own tub, as do needles and miscellaneous supplies. It is my hope that I will be able to find the right sized needles in a reasonable time frame and without dumping everything on the floor into a big jumbled pile.
There is one small dilemma that has come up as a result of my productivity. I have a scarf that was never finished because it became a big fat frustrating tangled mess. This would not be an issue except for the yarn is mohair, expensive and perfectly lovely. This pricey pink ball of angel-haired fluff is too delish to let go to waste. The ribbon is just as nice and just as tangled. I will need much patience and diligence but it can be done....I hope.
There is a hall closet right off the living room that has been laughing at me for months, since I got settled in here. Given the situation, I have been tip-toeing around careful not to upset the status quo too much at once. Too many changes all at once seem to make Mr. Man a touch cranky. Oh he is fine with change in theory, it's the application that seems to make him grumbly. So I have been putting things off and pretending that just because chaos and mess reign behind doors that are always closed, that I am not bothered. This is me trying to make nice and keep to calm waters while inside I am cringing.
Today I tackled said closet, with a vengeance. I showed no mercy. Though in the spirit of trying to live as simply and as cost effectively as I possibly can, I have a few bags of paper crafting supplies that have a new home; one where they will be appreciated and put to work.
The other big huge bonus is my knitting supplies have a home. They are no longer shoved willy-nilly in a duffle bag all jumbled together. The yarns have their own tub, as do needles and miscellaneous supplies. It is my hope that I will be able to find the right sized needles in a reasonable time frame and without dumping everything on the floor into a big jumbled pile.
There is one small dilemma that has come up as a result of my productivity. I have a scarf that was never finished because it became a big fat frustrating tangled mess. This would not be an issue except for the yarn is mohair, expensive and perfectly lovely. This pricey pink ball of angel-haired fluff is too delish to let go to waste. The ribbon is just as nice and just as tangled. I will need much patience and diligence but it can be done....I hope.
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