Happy Valentine’s Day
The kids and I are probably on the road as you read this. The snow week sucked and I had to get out of the house. Birmingham, AL and Jackson, MS sound like heaven as I write this! Fingers crossed that the roads are ready for our departure.
I like Valentine’s Day. “Thomas” (feels so weird using his alias) always makes it special. We are officially celebrating on Sunday, as I’ve decided to leave for our mini-road trip on Friday, instead of Saturday. We never go out to dinner on Valentine’s Day, because it’s too crazy. We tried for a pre-Valentines getaway in the city earlier this week, but it was cut short due to the dire warnings of the local news and weather forecast. We did get snow and ice, but honestly, we could have stayed for our second night. Of course if we had, something disastrous would have happened! It was along week with the kids, but we’re all ready for an adventure!
What are you Valentine’s Day plans? Do you do a couples thing, or hang with the family? Do you venture out, or stay in? Candy for the kids or presents?
It’s hard to believe it’s almost the end of September and I haven’t even started on my Summer Road Trip scrapbook. Usually it’s completed within weeks of our return home. At the beginning of August a friend contacted me to ask why I hadn’t posted a “wrap-up” of the road trip, like I usually did. Sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to me to do one. It was a very tough summer and I was in no hurry to revisit it. I can say with the benefit of hindsight that my broken heart wasn’t up to travel this summer, especially travel that requires a great deal of physical energy, mental acuity and the excitement to experience and do new things. I was lacking all three, as my son would say – “Epic Fail.”
If it hadn’t been for the fact we were scheduled to meet my cousins in the Grand Canyon (a trip that had been a year in the making), I would have scrapped the whole thing. At the end of each day, writing the daily Road Warrior Momma blog was a chore. I can see that now, after reading each and every post again, in preparing to write this. The entries are badly written, with so many mistakes! I’m embarrassed that I posted those entries. I apologize. I’ve tried to clean them up as best I could, but I’m warning you in advance in case you click on any of them. I also neglected to even write about our last stop in Indianapolis! I threw up a post on RWM today with photos, for those of you who are interested. The other thing I noticed was that I didn’t take many pictures, probably only half of what I usually do. You won’t see many of me either, because the sadness in my eyes was palpable, even in pictures. Continue reading Summer Road Trip Wrap-up – Finally
I often joke that I’ve left my heart in the other city by the bay, San Francisco. But a part of my heart has always and will always be in Boston. I was born and spent my first decade on Cape Cod, but I also consider myself a child of Boston.
In the 1970’s, nothing much happened on the Cape, from Labor Day to Memorial Day – if you wanted entertainment, you had to go to the mother ship. We’d take a Greyhound bus into the city a couple of times a year – sometimes to see shows – or to Boston Garden to see the Bruins play, sitting in the rickety old seats and smelling that stinky odor that only old buildings with no air conditioning can produce. I saw the Ice Capades at the Garden and came within seconds of shaking Dorothy Hamill’s hand, as she greeted fans rink side. Christmas shopping in the city. I’ve commuted on the T and actually raced my friend Marcie, up and down the aisles, late at night. I have viewed the city from the top of the Prudential Building. I’ve walked the Freedom Trail. I’ve ridden on the Swan Boats. I’ve eaten in Quincy Market. I’ve felt the quake of Fenway Park, when the fans go wild. Continue reading My Other City by the Bay