Keeping Time

It was an absolutely beautiful day today, so of course M was inspired: she desperately needed to clean out her closet. Oh, man! Really?  But this was a task that I’d been nagging about for a long time, and she very politely asked me for help. So I took one for the team and spent all morning inside, pondering which artwork which needed to be saved forever and picking up picking little plastic beads out of a box full of change and Krazy gluing knick knacks.

But I loved re-discovering this little beauty (you can click on it to make the image bigger):

(For some reason my “More” link isn’t working properly at the moment–there is more, and you can click the title of the blog post to read it.)

My Vacation

So what does a girl do when the whole entire family is out of town? Well, I:

  • Watched Cirque Éloize and wrote a review of it. I really enjoyed the show, but it was a little bit tragic because I went All. By. Myself. I had a press pair of tickets, but I got them pretty shortly before the showtime. So then I contacted three different friends, all of whom were out of town. And then I put it as a Facebook status (#feeling pathetic), like, 3 hours before the show, and there were crickets. Well, that’s a damn shame.
  • I slept in. A lot. What’s especially comical is that our cat is usually up and meowing for food or to be let out by the crack o’ dawn, but she gradually followed my lead through the week, and this morning she was still happily snoozing between my legs at 9:15 am.

Shopping Adventures and Misadventures

Last week involved some shopping. Oh, come on. Much as I loathe shopping, most weeks include at least some shopping, right? But since I was striking out into uncharted territory, I took some pictures along the way.

First, Hannaford has bowed to the massive grocery competition yet again. When grocery stores starting cropping up hither, thither, and yon around my house, I was not particularly psyched. I have to make a pretty major schlep to buy crafts or office supplies, but the grocery stores are practically stacked on top of each other. Historically, Hannaford’s been my favorite. When I first moved to the area with my teensy baby, there was a Hannaford and a Price Chopper near me, and I made a list of the items I bought most often, checked prices at both places, and started going to Hannaford because the prices were cheaper. But it morphed into the nostalgic favorite, especially when I can drag my 12-year-old to the store and the cashiers and baggers greet her by name and recall the good ol’ days when she fit into my baby carrier, while she smiles, puzzled, and refrains from rolling her eyes. So when they decided to renovate the place, I was bummed. I used to know where everything was. I used to be able to zip through there like it was a game show.  And now they’ve got shopping online, which just makes me worry that they’re not doing well in the face of all of this competition.

The Long Week Ends

I dropped Cute W, M, & J at the airport this morning. They are going to visit Grandma & Grandpa in Kansas City. This is the third time I’ve had a summer vacation-from-the-family. Airplane tickets are expensive, and who are we kidding? For Grandma & Grandpa, it’s really all about the grandkids, anyway. Usually I have vague ideas ahead of time that I’ll do something huge like write a novel or host a Girls Night Out slumber party, and then I just end up catching up on laundry and vacuuming. We’ll see how it goes.

In any case, I was pretty much ready to drop-kick J onto an airplane by this morning. Seriously.

Long Week

Hey! Deb and I are going to be on Newschannel 13‘s Live at Noon TODAY talking about great Capital District summer traditions happening this weekend.

What else is going on? Well, with the combination of her big sister away at camp, her BFF on vacation, and zero camps, J is bored, bored, bored. Twice this week she’s announced that she’s bored before 8 am! My answer to that is, “You’re not allowed to be bored if it’s before 8 am or if your room is messy.”

Needless to say, sweet J is makin’ her mama cray-cray.

Camp Scully

It’s been a month already since we had our camping weekend at Camp Scully, and somehow I managed to skip actually publishing this post. So here are some pictures. Camp Scully is a day and overnight camp located right in North Greenbush. We didn’t go there for campy-camp, but it was such a lovely little spot that I thought I should document and share.

They’ve just built a couple of new cabins–here’s what one looks like inside:



Hair Watch 2014

We’re due for an update on M’s hair after the Gala Head Shaving Event back in April. Here’s the current status:



When M’s hair was first shaved, she literally scared me a couple of times when I’d caught a glimpse of her and briefly thought that there was a young man in my house. I’m not even kidding. Once I gasped out loud and had to cover it up.

But it’s funny, because right now, her shock of super-blond hair standing straight up on her head looks so much more like her Bad-Ass personality than that sleek, bouncy ponytail that I once loved. Yes, it was pretty. Prettier than average, even. But nothing extraordinary. This punky ‘do captures the M of this spring and summer perfectly, just as much as that shiny dome was the perfect illustration of the gutsy shave when it happened.

But it also feels like the hair’s been pretty slow to grow back. At the end of the school year, M reported that everyone else who’d gotten their head shaved had grown enough hair that it had flopped down, lying flat against their heads instead of standing up like her little crop of wheatgrass.

Before we went on vacation, I called to set up hair appointments for all the girls in the family (you know I hate to get my hair cut, but it has to be done occasionally). When I first called, I’d expected the typical several-weeks-out wait, but apparently a summer slowdown was in the works. When the receptionist told me that we were welcome to come in just a few days later, my response was, “Uh-oh. I’m not sure if we’ll have enough hair to cut in a few days. We needed those extra weeks, I think.”

Sure enough, the stylist took one skeptical look at M and advised us to reschedule the appointment for early fall. But it’s getting there! M’s heading off to overnight camp for the week starting tomorrow, and I think the standing-up era is almost over. I’m actually going to miss this hair!  But meanwhile, we’re hoping that we can turn it into some super-stylish pixie for the beginning of school.


Happy Summer!

Yep, aside from my crazy food revelations, I’ve been pretty quiet. We went on vacation, a week spent on the Outer Banks in North Carolina. In the past I’ve tried to gather up guest posts, but this time, since I’ve been posting infrequently anyway, I just let it slide.

I’m pleased to announce that we completed all of that driving with no one vomiting at all!! Woo, hoo! If you know our history, you know that that’s a significant accomplishment. I had both the girls put on those accupressure bracelets as soon as they got in the car. I think that they really help. As long as you’re wearing them immediately. If you wait until you start to feel yucky, all hope is lost for you.

We hit quite a bunch of traffic on the way down south, finally ending up at our hotel in Norfolk, VA, near midnight. At that point I was driving and Cute W was navigating, and it was getting a little snippy, I must admit. The girls had both been sleeping in the car, so they roused themselves enough to take a little tour around the hotel, because that’s part of the fun, of course. It was a downtown building, so it had some fun architectural elements, like a big, semi-fancy staircase instead of fire stairs, and a door that opened directly onto an old iron fire escape over the city street, where it sounded like pretty much everyone in town below was having a better time than we were. Not that competition was stiff.

We got to bed pretty quick, but somewhere between 1 and 2 am, the fire alarm went off.

The Plan

For the past month or two I’ve been doing something the new: The Lyn-Genet Plan, which is an eating plan that is supposed to help with inflammation and weight issues. I didn’t mention it before because. . . I don’t know. I’ve never been a dieter, really, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stick with it, so I just decided to keep it on the down-low until I felt like it was worth sharing about it. But it’s been pretty helpful, so here’s the post.

On Easter, one of my sisters said that she was going to start “The Plan.” At the time, she was pretty excited about it, but her enthusiasm was decidedly not contagious. “You start off with something like flaxseeds for breakfast,” she began, “and then for dinner you’ll have a carrot-beet salad. . .”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” I interrupted. “That just sounds way too hardcore for me.”

Quick Quiz!

Which of the following do you guess has occurred at my house in the past few days?

A) Our previously quite cooperative cat has begun a Reign of Poop Terror, soiling our new quilt twice, along with Cute W’s duffel bag and our living room rug;

B) I lost it completely and blustered to my children, “I want to send you both to your room right now, just because you’re both so annoying!” which led to some tears and eye-rolling, but not to anyone actually going to their room;

C) While cooking up a storm and listening to an audiobook, I used kitchen shears to cut off the stems from a massive bunch of kale and then spent a good 5 seconds wondering why it was so quiet before I realized that I’d cut my headphone wires in a sad multitasking fail;

D) My 12-year-old, who is in charge of giving Madison the Fish breakfast each morning, mentioned in passing that she “actually hasn’t fed the fish in about a month;” or

E) All of the Above.

Oh, come on, you guys. You totally know the answer to this one.