Thursday, August 23, 2012

Singing in the Rain

When I was a little girl, one of the things that we did as a family was ride around in the truck with the dogs and howl Singing in the Rain. Yes, that's right, my dad was driving and my mom was riding in the passenger seat, and I was riding on the bench seat between them with a dog under each arm howling at the top of my lungs Singing in the Rain. It was our family thing!



This morning I heard a quite nice piece on NPR about Gene Kelly's centennial birthday today. It was nice enough that I crawled back into bed only 10 minutes before I was supposed to leave for work to cuddle with Andrew and listen to Susan Stamberg's story. I love, love, love Gene Kelly - so elegant, athletic, and graceful. Swoon!

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

On Repeat: Wishing I was Living a Sweet Sweet Life by the Salty Sea

I'm the kind of person who listens to albums and songs on repeat, which I've learned from living with Andrew, some people are not. I like having a personal soundtrack to go with different phases of my life. Then, years later when I hear a song that used to be in the daily rotation, I remember where I was living, what I was doing and what I was thinking.

I've been a little obsessed with listening to Knee Deep over and over the past few weeks. It's been a stressful summer at work, and we've been fantasizing about simplifying our life and moving to the beach. I've been putting this song on repeat and searching for beach front real estate in Nicaragua and googling how I can become friends with Jimmy Buffet.

For now, the only water I've been knee deep in lately is the Mora River... still pretty good.


Thursday, August 2, 2012

Rivers, Reunions and Mud Baths


Sadly summer vacation is over at our house. Off the river and back to the office.

We had a marvelous July hanging out with amazing friends, laughing, telling stories, catching up, drinking lots of Modelos and rafting on gorgeous rivers in northern New Mexico and southern Utah. I always love the time I spend in southern Utah. I think it is my favorite place. I love the red rocks, the red sand on my skin, the views, the sky, the canyons. It makes my heart sing. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. I didn’t want to leave.

I started vacation feeling really unfocused and scattered, not sure what we’re going to do, how we’re going to do it and how we’ll figure out what we really want for ourselves. I see those flip chart pages taped on the bedroom wall every day, but I’m not sure how to make it happen. Now that vacation is over, I still don’t know how to make it happen, but I feel more committed to making a big change and inspired by the possibilities.

One of the best parts of rafting is the friends. The Princeton 55ers are so special to us, and I feel more attached to them every year. I always appreciate their advice and encouragement and their hilarious stories. I was injured right before our trip this year, and I almost didn’t go on the river. Luckily we had a top ranked doctor among the 55ers to check up on me. I spent a lot more time sitting around than I usually do because I was under the weather, and the real treat for me was hanging out with the best story teller laughing until we cried. I didn’t want to say goodbye at the end of the trip. We met some new friends on our trip on the San Juan, including a couple who spent a year living at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with their young sons. They had some good advice about making big changes.

Here are some highlights from our fun July...

Another tough day on the river
O'Keefe country up the river from Ghost Ranch
ruins at Chinle Wash
beautiful camping spot
We eat well on the river
Radar travels in style
I even tried rowing (at least long enough for a photo shoot)
We saw lots of desert big horn sheep on the San Juan
People pay good money for a mud bath like this in Santa Fe...
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