I’ve still got this ridiculous cough which sounds far worse than it actually is. It’s a little embarrassing at work to be like, “Oh, excuse me while I hack up a lung. Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m contagious. Probably.”
Seven days of influenza has also taken a toll on my running, but today I victoriously ran my 900th mile of 2013 (I should say that 900 includes 12 miles of swimming, which I count because swimming is so hard!). Right before I got sick I calculated out how many miles/day I’d have to log to make 1,000 by the end of the year. Missing as many days as I have means it likely won’t happen, but who knows? I am planning to do the currently-in-vogue Holiday Running Streak, in which one runs at least a mile every day between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Thanks to my faith, I will be counting a walk on Sunday as running. If nothing else, this should get me out the door on days when the weather is unfit for man or beast.
On Saturday we embarked on our yearly late fall trip to Ikea. Seriously, last year we went in October and the year before that we went in December. It’s not far away, but I’m of the opinion that relationships can suffer if repeatedly exposed to Ikea. This trip was not bad, though; we had a list, were well fed and rested, and hadn’t been driving away from beautiful Lexington for nine hours while my dad followed in the moving truck. We picked up a new TV stand (photos to come), new pillows, measuring cups and spoons (because my plastic sets are one-by-one biting the dust), and the ottoman for Jason’s POÄNG chair. We also picked up the leather covers for our chairs. Those chairs have been with us since the second week of our marriage and it felt like a betrayal as we tossed the well-worn seat covers into the dumpster. Then I sat on the cool comfortable leather and didn’t feel bad anymore. Jason also bought me a stuffed panda because I am five years old. Kidding! He bought it for me because he was going to get me a stuffed Ikea panda five years ago for Christmas and didn’t. Omission rectified!
One thing worth noting: we carefully measured the trunk of our car to make sure it could accommodate the EXPEDIT bookshelf we got for our TV. Dieter’s back seats fold down and provide trunk access which, according to our calculations, should have provided enough clearance for the package. Unfortunately we didn’t factor in rigidity and spent more than a few minutes at the loading dock trying to finagle the sixty-six pound package of wood into the back. Try as we might, we just couldn’t make it fit. We were just about to unpack it and stack everything separately (which would have been a fine solution) when I suggested trying to fit it horizontally across the back seat instead. By scooting the passenger side front seat all the way forward, we were able to just barely squeeze in the EXPEDIT. (Seriously, the thing could not have been one inch larger.) I rode home with my feet knocking the glove box, but “Wait Wait! Don’t Tell Me” was on and we made it home without incident.
Saturday afternoon was spent with friends watching the BYU v. Notre Dame football game. We were the only BYU fans there and it was a little sad. Our sorrows were assuaged by phenomenal pulled pork and chocolate cake. We brought coleslaw and non-alcoholic beverages.
Other things we have done lately:
- Stayed up far too late to watch the BYU basketball team take on Iowa State. Stayed up less late last night to watch them beat Texas. Will stay up far too late tonight to watch the Wichita State match-up.
- Made the Holbeins’ acorn squash with cornbread-sausage stuffing, which is really the most autumnal meal ever.
- Took a headshot at work. It’s not official; folks were testing out a lighting concept for portraits and I got to take advantage.
- Still haven’t achieved fall bingo.
- Worked a lot.
- Read a lot. I just finished Sonia Sotomayor’s autobiography and a thrilling book about the first (and only, until a few years ago) five women to summit K2. I think Jason is reading Passage of Power, or “More Than You Ever Needed To Know About LBJ, Vol. III.”
- Talked about putting up our Christmas tree. It’s going to happen soon.
- Watched The Hunger Games over the course of three nights.
- Bought the season’s first box of Peppermint Joe-joes! (a.k.a. mint Oreo-style cookies from Trader Joe’s.)
- Experienced our first fall cold snap. On Sunday morning, my Forecast app informed me that it was 23 degrees, but the windchill made it feel like 10. Brrr. If it’s going to be so cold out, I’d at least like some snow (and a snow day).
Posted in Food, Musings, Things I like about Virginia, Work
Tagged 2013 goals, autumn, autumn bingo, books, Fall, goals, movies, reading, running, sick, Sunday, work
On Thursday I had a tickle in my throat. Friday morning I insisted on going to work, which led to much blank staring at my computer screen thinking ” man, my head hurts.” My boss sent me home at 2:30 PM. I hurried home as fast as the metro could take me and promptly fell asleep on the couch. Jason made soup for supper and I fell asleep for good while we watched the BYU basketball game.
Saturday I felt even worse, so we went to the craft store for more yarn and to the library for more books, after which I pledged to not leave the house again until I felt better. We watched sports and I napped and Jason made pizza for dinner and bought me medicine (and graham crackers because he knows I love them).
Sunday = same. Stayed home from church. Finished book #60 of 2013. Ate many of the aforementioned graham crackers. Began to grow weary of spending 48 hours on the couch feeling terrible. Resolve to go to work Monday if it kills me.
In the early hours of Monday morning I still hadn’t fallen asleep (and I am not sure how Jason did with my near-constant hacking). I finally fell asleep after three, but awakened a few hours later to a still-pounding head, still-sore throat, and still-present fever. I opted to stay home and installed myself on the couch for another day.
Clearly should have gotten that flu shot.
I watched a PBS adaptation of Thornton Wilder’s Our Town when I was younger (ten or eleven maybe). Since then, I worried about looking back on days in my own life and how even on days I thought were great I could have been callous, mean, and ungrateful. This little insight made me never long for (though who does?) a Groundhog Day-esque experience of reliving the same day again and again.
Yesterday, though, was a day I would do again. The weather was perfect for November. We slept in, which means we weren’t awakened by elementary schoolers running up and down the apartment stairs shouting in Spanish (yes, a thing that happens on more Saturdays than it should). I made smoothies for breakfast, after which we went to the mall and Jason bought me the rain boots I have had in my online shopping cart for more than a month. We also found some jeans for Jason (actually two pair, but one was nixed because the wash looked a little Hollister for a young professional).
We spent the afternoon in our warm little apartment reading, crocheting (guess who?), and talking. After dinner we watched Jeopardy! and part of the National Geographic Channel’s “The Bible” program, which was interesting enough to almost make one forget all the begetting and sacrifice rules in the actual Bible.
I wish I could bottle up days like yesterday for sometime down the road when life isn’t as simple.
Jason and I are lucky to have our good friend John visiting for a couple days. We heralded his arrival Wednesday with a trip to Cafe Rio, which I didn’t even eat often in Provo but love for the nostalgia factor, and Nielsen’s, because why not? We only wish Brittney were here too.
Not much else to report on the Frost front. I’m reading Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, which is just as interesting as it sounds, though I think Jason would like me to stop sharing fascinating tidbits. Tonight we’re going bowling for the second time in the 6.5 years we have been friends and then tomorrow we’re planning on a second visit to Silver Diner (but for breakfast this time) and some BYU football. Jason has Veteran’s Day off and I don’t but decided to take it off anyway so we could hang out, which means we are also staring down the barrel of a three-day fall weekend. Doesn’t get much better than that.
It has also been almost three months since my Day Of Deciding How Not To Spend The Next Four Years Of My Life and it almost seems like the whole thing never happened. Then I come across my Georgetown Law Class of 2017 t-shirt in the clean laundry and think “Oh yeah, I was going to go to law school.” I’m sure there would have been good things about going, but I have not regretted the choice for one second. In fact, every day I walk out the door to go home from work I am overwhelmingly glad I don’t have to stick around for three hours of class. Instead, I get to read recreational books on the train and go home to my nice husband and dinner and quiet evenings. Yeah, I think I made the right choice (for me. At this time in my life.)
Oh, and I would have missed sunsets like this one. Photo courtesy of Jason.
*Love me a good West Wing reference…and I can never think of suitable titles.
I haven’t been as intoxicated with fall this year as I was last year (and the year before and the year before that, but Kentucky autumn is the best so there’s not really a comparison). Then this weekend we drove to Trader Joe’s and all the leaves were vibrant and beautiful and I was sold.
Granted, Fall Bingo has been going on for some time.
Prior to our Trader Joe’s outing, we made an early morning trip to our brand new Wal-Mart. We don’t go to Wal-Mart and Target very often. In fact, I think my last Wal-Mart experience occurred in Utah two months ago. It’s just far away and at our Target you have to park in a GARAGE, which just makes shopping there seem trying. Our new Wal-Mart is close and has a (small) parking lot in addition to the garage and, wait for it, an abstract sculpture out front. The Payson Wal-Mart does not feature an abstract sculpture. All Wal-Marts smell the same, though, and all feature far-too-early Christmas decorations. I swear, if I heard “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” one more time…
Saturday afternoon was spent eating pizza, watching football, generally lounging, and speed reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix so we could go to the library before it closed to get the sixth book. We made it just in time and I picked up the sixth and seventh books (and three other unrelated books for good measure). Our library is in the middle of a park, so we explored the walking trails for a bit and enjoyed some spectacular fall foliage. In the evening we went out to Silver Diner (much better food than you would think with a name like that) with friends and discovered we are too old or too boring or both to live in Clarendon.
On Sunday we enjoyed the fruits of Daylight Savings Time and I walked to church in short sleeves and balmy weather. We had dinner with friends and brought this salad. Highly recommend. When we got home I finished Book 6 and started in on Book 7 with a vengeance. The series is even better than I remember (which may be because I last read books 5-7 ten, seven, and six years ago). Someday I will make Jason read them and he will love them too.
Posted in Musings, Things I like about Virginia
Tagged autumn, books, eating, Fall, football, friends, Harry Potter, pizza, reading, Saturday, Sunday, weekend
I think I mentioned my rereading kick. After Little Women (in which I was oddly okay with Jo ending up with Professor Bhaer. Maybe I’m getting older.) I plunged into Island of the Blue Dolphins. I love that book so much. Next up after a couple intervening library books: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Embarrassingly, I can’t remember much the last three HP books, so a revisit is in order.
We went to the ward Halloween party on Tuesday and were some of the only non-dressed-up adults. Of course as soon as we got there we thought of several potential costumes.
Wednesday night we watched the Red Sox win a third World Series in ten years. Jason did not grow a beard in solidarity (though he could have).
I talked to my dad on Halloween night and one of the first things he said was “You didn’t dress up for work, did you?” I did not, because I am an adult. As I remember every year, Halloween is a lot less fun if you are childless not-partying-hard adults living in a non-trick-or-treating-friendly apartment complex. We did get one ring of the doorbell last night, but we didn’t answer it because we really didn’t have anything to give the kids. (Also, I had a sneaking suspicion it might be the missionaries. Kidding. Kind of.)
Thus, our Halloween was spent eating bulgogi and slaw, reading Harry Potter on the living room floor (me), reading on the couch (Jason), and listening to “Reflektor”. Happy Halloween!
On Friday night we had friends over to watch the BYU vs. Boise State game. Jason cleaned the entire apartment (including vacuuming. The man also does all our laundry. I’m not sure how I got so lucky.) and I made slow cooker beef sandwiches with pickled peppers from Southern Living for dinner. The game was a good one and we had a nice time.
This weekend marked the first in five weeks that we were both home. We went for a fall run Saturday morning, watched some football, went to the library, and had leftovers for dinner. In the evening we watched the Sox game while I made s’mores popcorn for my Beehive lesson on Sunday. I should note that instead of adding the chocolate chips as instructed I drizzled the finished product with melted chocolate. There might still be a little chocolate on my kitchen wall from enthusiastic flinging, but it worked nicely and was delicious.
Since I’m the secretary I rarely teach. This week, though, the Beehive advisors were all going to be out of town or super busy, so I was asked to step in. (Aside: the “Come Follow Me” lessons are so great–worlds better than the manual when I was in young womens.) The theme for October is “Developing Christlike Attributes” and I chose to teach the lesson on gratitude.
In the middle of the lesson, this happened:
ME: We should all remember to be thankful for our bodies.
(I look down and realize my third shirt button has popped open.)
ME: Ah! Button. (I quickly do it up.) Guess I’m just really proud of my body…
OTHER LEADER: You’re “busting” with pride.
Of course I could not stop laughing and neither could a lot of the girls. Way to drive away the spirit, Amanda.
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Tagged baseball, BYU football, church, friends, m1st ward, popcorn, red sox, s'mores, Saturday, Sunday, weekend