Posted in Friday night, Happiness

Date Night: The New Wednesday Ritual

We’ve decided that since I don’t teach on Wednesdays in the summer, that Wednesday will be “date night.”

G recruits every weekend, so Saturdays and Sundays will find her in a sack chair with a clipboard watching terrible high school softball, while I sit home and binge watch Property Brothers.

So we’ve decided that every Wednesday we will take turns planning “Date Night.”

Today was the first one. Her date to plan.

The morning started off with us training together with Vince. Then we stopped at Night and Day for a coffee, and then it was home to our separate work.

I holed up for 3 hours with the book. She mowed and did other housework.

At 3 we took off for Corning. First stop: Driving Range.

I have not swung a golf club in YEARS. How many years? 6? 7? 8?

So we took drivers and split a bucket of balls. Her drives were things of beauty: straight and high and long. (She is a really good golfer.)

My first few drives almost beaned the cars parked in the lot behind me. But then I settled in and a few went straight. Not far, but the balls started to have a nice arc.

My form isn’t bad:

IMG_5077Head down, arm straight. Could use some more turn on the backswing.

Then, after we warmed up on the range, it was on to the main event: The blood sport of Mini Golf.

The greens were lightning fast on some holes, and super slow on others. A bunch of boys and their babysitter let us play through, but not before telling us that if we got a hole in one on the last hole, we got a free ice cream.

I told them we were playing for beer. The babysitter gave me a look.

It was neck and neck for awhile, but in the end, she won. I took it very seriously, though.

IMG_5079After golf, it was off to dinner. Tried a place we’ve never tried before in Corning called Hand and Foot (which I always want to call Hoof and Mouth, but that is a disease, right?)

It was fine. Nice ambiance, weird, but not bad little menu. They need to invest in proper stemware, though.  G’s IPA came in this:

IMG_1842Now the pressure is on for me to beat this next Wednesday.

Any ideas would be welcome.

Posted in Conversation, Happiness

Tending Things

We tend gardens. And children. And some of us tend to the sick.

Today I tended to my bills, my accounts, my business. I watered the plants, switched the pictures around on the walls, dusted the sills, folded all the blankets and lined them up neatly on the rack.

I tended my meditation practice, and my yoga practice.

I tended my students, and then, afterwards, my friendships.

To tend things is to watch over them, to protect them (when possible), to keep them from harm.

To tend is to pay attention, to mind, to watch.

To tend is to be human, and kind, and appreciative.

Today I tended things.

Posted in Happiness, Reading, Sleep, Travel

The Bed Is Bigger Than The Kitchen

 The first day in a new place. 

Where to get food? 

How to organize time? 

What to do first? 

Who are these others? 

How to fit in?

Mostly, how to fit into this kitchen. Holy closet! (I am writing in the WordPress app for Ipad and I am having a little fit with inserting pics, so if they are huge or microscopic –sorry.)

This is G’s elbow to elbow wingspan in the kitchen.

  
Fun, right?

The bed is huge, though. What doees this say about where to spend time?

  
The day is hot and soft and quiet. The water is bathtub temperature, shallow and clear. Shells everywhere.

We went for groceries, and for breakfast.

Florida is weird.  By weird I don’t mean “bad” just not my tribe. But I wasn’t expecting that. It’s not a hip, vibrant, exciting place. It has a decidedly “Grandma” vibe. We didn’t come here for the vibe, though, we came here to be soft and quiet and warm and contemplative. And to drink gin and tonics (me) and beer (her).

We came here to rest and re-set, to get back to some deep, warm, elemental place. We came here to talk and read and nap and sup and walk and ride bikes everywhere. 

We came here to notice things, both exotic, and ordinary. 

At the entrance to the grocery store there were these huge cages scattered under towering palms,  each one housed an exotic colorful bird. The bird at the entrance said “Hello!” to everyone who passed his cage. Another one wolf-whistled when you walked by. 

We brought lots of books, and very little work. I kept my FaceTime appointment with Jennifer, and then I started a new book and then we went for lunch, and then we took naps, and now it’s time for dinner, and then a drive out to Bowman Beach to watch the sunset.