Staycation Summer

We (and Waterbell) have been enjoying visits from friends and family almost every weekend since Memorial Day, and I'm so grateful! It makes me feel like I'm on vacation without having to go anywhere (and the dogs are waggingly delighted, too!)  My dad came last weekend, Jose's brother Luis and his family all came the following weekend, Jose's niece Adriana came just before my Dad... in mid-July Karen came for a visit from Monterey, at Fourth of July, Nick came up from Baltimore, the week and a half before that we saw him in Baltimore. Next week Luba's stopping in Western Mass to meet me for a day and then Mom and Dad will be back again the rest of August.

it was also a big frickin' deal that I got to hold hands with
Wall-E 

at the science museum Pixar exhibit last month.

inkwell: here's what's new

First, a confession - I'm trying to quit saying "super". I still say "super" all the time instead of "very" and maybe now that I'm over the third-of-your-life milestone, I should hang up "super" along with the "totally" on my wall of retired sayings. Ya think?

This spring has been especially beautiful in Boston and also extra high in nasal allergies for me, but no complaints.  This peony was blooming in our yard when I came home from work today.  Speechless.

My new memoir class at Grub Street has been a true blessing. I am writing down a lot, I am editing a lot, I am thinking about my stories in the car, I am dreaming about them at night. I am reading other memoirs of women who were my age when they wrote.  And I love my classmates' work.  I am so excited to be part of this group of writers.  Each Thursday I also get to visit the Public Garden en route to class which is glorious with tulips and swans this time of year.

My first workshopped story yesterday was a mixed essay of going on and on about how much I love Duckie and Iona from Pretty in Pink among other 80's movies, combined with a short story about my kinship with Jose in high school, and how severely in denial I was that we should "like" each other back then.

Jose and I pooled our funds to buy him a Martin guitar for his birthday, and he has been testing out a lot of eric clapton unplugged and jack johnsonny tunes which fill the house with the most beautiful sound every morning while I'm making coffee and shuffling dogs around.  My favorite is he sometimes plays "Jane Says" (I'm done with Sergio ♪).  I don't have great music ambitions, but I've offered to learn harmonica and tamborine someday.


I am tooling around with quitting facebook for good.

I have never spent an hour on it that I didn't want to take back, and I especially am angry at the thumb-scrolling phone habit that it started for me.

Instagram I'll keep 'cause it seems to be positive messages and a safe addiction of gorgeous travel photography or cute dogs like Maymo and Maddie.

As far as our Memorial Day weekend, I am proud to say we did a heck of a lot of nothing whatsoever (I did a lot of writing, though), including finally building our fantastic wedding gift of an outdoor fits-two hammock in the yard.  It wasn't long before the dogs wanted "in".

No point in fighting it.

A week ago, Kate came to visit and since she's seen a lot of Boston before, we took her to her first Red Sox game, to the island where preppy was invented, Nantucket, and then we took a Beacon Hill secret gardens tour on her last day which was the perfect sunny day excursion.

It was overcast and warm. We look so Nantucketty.

Lastly...since I forgot to share this last summer!

Jose and I thought it would be fun to recreate a photo of my mom and dad (Judy and Charlie) on their third date approx. 50 years ago (yikes!) when they were sitting by the Harvard boathouse on Memorial Drive.  His camera was on a timer then.  I had always loved this photo of them. My mom took it very seriously, recreating their clothing and everything.

1964-ish

2014-ish

Announcement: I'm a writer.

In an adult ed class I once took after work, my professor had urged the students to embrace saying out loud to others in your life, "I'm a writer". She reminded us, it doesn't matter whether you have published or not, whether you have another day job, whether you only write in diaries in pencil. If you are writing, if you are even wanting to write and you are starting to try, well, you are a writer.

I had less of a hard time with that as I had with telling people that I want to write a memoir about my life experiences (the follow up question "What is it going to be about?" is always hard to answer succinctly) .  

I'm still sometimes unclear on exactly how to say it comfortably, but there there is a heartbeat inside of me that knows I'm on the right path.  I have a favorite Rufus Wainwright song, "I don't know where it is, but I've got to be there. I don't know what it is, but I've got to do it."

I feel incredibly blessed this year because (along with many things that have come my way since moving to Boston) I was accepted in March into a small class called Memoir Generator at Grub Street, a nonprofit writing center near Boston Common, which encourages writers of all ages and experience levels. Most people attend writing classes not just for guidance but because it keeps you accountable: it makes you go through with it.  

Memoir Generator is a big jump in that commitment for me -- from 2 month courses I had tried out before to a now 9 month course with tons of writing homework every week.  

The time will probably fly, but the hope is that in November, I will have gone from having seeds, scraps, ideas, notes tucked into a million journals to having real stories with titles, draft numbers and page lengths.  I already have added so much to a Google Drive since I started thinking about this course in January.  And the first two classes were epiphany catalysts! -- I've surprisingly been able to articulate why I'm writing, what I want to achieve, how it will relate to the reader, and in the second week, I had an a-ha moment of structuring my memoir into chapters or sections, and ways I want to link the sections.

Since I have been shy about admitting my compulsion to write before, I thought I should be brave and just state it here now.  

I want to write a book that is either memoir or creative non-fiction about the pivotal experiences in my life, the places I was, or wanted to be, the people (characters) who influenced me in these moments, the internal conflicts I faced, and of course the music that I was listening to at that time.  The music (ipod, walkman, car radio) is in fact probably my narrator's main supporting character.  

Going through with this is very important to me and I'm simply elated that I got accepted for this class.  Jose is incredibly supportive and pushing me to keep going.  I will keep this blog posted as the epiphanies keep on pouring in. Wish me luck!

A Granola Saturday Morning Journal

Embarassing!  I just realized I haven't blogged in six months.
I have been writing and musing and journaling often instead. Since December, I am trying to nurture some memoir short stories that are trapped in my mind and I hope to take writing classes in the summer or fall to give these stories real assignments that are due.  I vividly remember when I was 22, 26 and 31, I thought maybe someday in my mid-thirties I'd finally write more.  So I'm turning 37 in March, and yes, it feels just right now.  Finally ready to make it a priority and I hope I can shut off other distractions (facebook and twitter, I'm looking at you).

I get a lot of how's married life? still at 6 months, and my genuine response is something I don't say out loud that often... wonderful: we are in fact full of wonder and laughter.  I still look around and pinch myself about how much my house and our little "furmaly" complement each other. José and I have a competitive-like habit of making childish jokes to crack each other up. I love hearing the semi-soap opera report of his daily grind with the postdocs at his Harvard microbiology lab. José has a rare gift for being unconditionally kind, and he always reminds me to write more.

With our pups Lucy and Buster tucked under an arm or foot in bed in the mornings, and often needing to layer-up with swishy snow pants and parkas this month, we feel like a sack of rolly polly teddy bears in my cottagey house that I like to call Waterbell.

Last month we turned my dining room table (above) into a little fort for the dogs to sleep under, so they have a little sense of their own space and place, and they surprised us and have completely bonded since then.  Buster sometimes doesn't even want to come out and join the world - well, understandably.

Since Boston has had one of the worst winters it can remember and frequent blizzard days of shoveling snow and scraping ice, I have had a good share of crabby moods about walking the dogs or feeling cabin feverish. I constantly wish out loud that we lived in our honeymoon village, Tofino on Vancouver Island, although I try to tell myself thou shalt not whine because the truth is, Greater Boston has lucked out to have no problems with power outages, really, and unlike José who relies on the bus and the T daily, my office has thankfully let me work from home for most of February.  I don't know how much of a national news story it is but the MBTA subway sytem in Boston has gotten to the point where the daily update is like a multiple choice menu of bad news: Slow, Even Slower, or Slowest.

We try to make the best of the cold season with comfort food dinners and the sweet indulgence of snoozing, reading and watching TV from the velvety dark gray couch, which is magnetlike - hard to get up again, once you're on it. For the dogs, we take a lot of "Oh Boy!" playtime breaks in the yard or give them breakfast in a kong.  They really miss having more walks.

This morning my comfort food was granola.  I am a super non-Martha Stewart personality but my one Martha gift that I was once granted (in other words, given the recipe from my godmother in Lexington) is homemade granola.  I still have trouble balancing the amount of oil and the amount of time in the oven (it goes from brown to burnt so quickly)! But today's batch is pretty excellent.

And there's nothing I love more any time of day, any time of year (which I must admit Tofino will never have!) than a bowl of yogurt from my neighbor Sophia's mixed with Trader Joe's creamed honey, a spicy Chinese, Vietnamese or Indonesian cinnamon, dried or fresh blueberries, and my own granola.

I'll enclose here some photos and my adapted recipe which I know a few friends have already taken to making regularly!  The drops of vanilla extract make the house smell so good, too.  Yum.

Wall of Wishes

For our wedding ceremony, we asked friends and family to mail us a quote, a wish or a blessing.  A few of them whether it was a quote or a personal note, we read outloud in the ceremony (picked out a few in the final hour that night before).  When we got home after the wedding, I finally opened a lot of the little scrolls of paper that guests themselves had brought for us and I was surprised and touched by so many of them.  Here's some favorites.

"Young lovers seek perfection. Old lovers learn the art of sewing shreds together and seeking beauty in a multiplicity of patches."
-from How to Make an American Quilt

"Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and difficult as that."
-Michael Leunig

"Love is that which holds us together... love is that which liberates us."
-Maya Angelou

"In the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed."
-Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

"Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice.  Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet." 
-Tom Robbins

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start at soon as possible."
-Nora Ephron

"Marriage is a not a love affair.  A love affair is a totally different thing.  Marriage is a commitment to that which you are."
-Joseph Campbell

May you enjoy, together, the smell of fresh-cut grass, the warmth of each other's hands, the snores of your dogs gently slumbering, music that makes you want to dance, and the bounty of your table, both sweet and savory.

Ray Charles said "I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood.  It was a force within me." Thank you for sharing the music inside you, I hope you have found another of your parts in each other!

"The moon has become a dancer at this festival of love.  This dance of light, this sacred blessing, this divine love beckons us to a world beyond where only lovers can see with their eyes of fiery passion. They are the chosen ones who have surrendered."
-Jalaluddin Rumi

My wish for you to know:
the first stone's throw continues by stages
to grow into a rock of ages.

You're wished more than happy ever after. You're wished the kind of friendship that gets more fun the longer it lasts.

Let the happiness that you feel today stay in your hearts forever!

I argue thee that love is life, and life hath immortality.
-Emily Dickinson

We love without knowing how or when or from where. We love straightforwardly without complexities or pride; so we love because we know no other way than this.
-Pablo Neruda

and my favorite which just describes our day so well:

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the last begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly 
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
e.e. cummings

Vancouver-ation

Our honeymoon vacation to Vancouver Island in British Columbia was easily the best vacation I've had in life to date.  Sure, we were running high on the good mood of just married, but it was also extremely beautiful scenery and extremely quiet there.  The first day, we took a ferry to Saturna Island which has a population of about 300 and there were just 12 people on our ferry.  A fellow passenger suggested we follow a "goat trail" sort of hike and we found a lonely tree swing there, a vineyard that was closed for the season, and dreamy redwood trees and ocean vistas.  After that, we hired a local floatplane pilot to give us a tour from the air, and within a minute of take-off we spotted orcas in the water.

The rest of the trip we spent at a really quiet B&B in the rainforest of Tofino, a surfer town just on the outskirts of the West Coast's Pacific Rim National Park.  And on our last day before flying home, we rented bikes in Vancouver city and spent Monday riding along the sea wall and redwood forest of Stanley Park.  It was pretty unbelievable.

I've been playing with the Incredibooth app on my phone a lot this year, which turns any location into an instant photobooth - it does a pretty amazing job with blurs and backgrounds.  I also have been finally getting familiar with instagram and you can find a sample of my photos from this trip on there.

reveal

Update on the Saavedra Wedding:

Our invitations went out June 4th and I wanted to share the cover here which is stunningly beautiful. 

Not the one above, but our invite is below.

My dear friend Acacia, a graphic designer I worked with for three years in Colorado offered to make these invitations for us, a combination of instructional and celebratory - they are perfect.

We had a visit to California on Memorial Day Weekend and checked it all out, confirming we are going to have a tiny ceremony on August 31st (yup, that's this year!) and a dinner afterwards at Argentinian- flavored Estrella in Paso Robles.
I really like to think this a low-maintenance wedding -- friends who have been through it assure me it never is.  We are aiming for as small / intimate / casual as it can be for such a big deal kind of event, knowing that there are still a lot of logistics to organize when we're not able to physically be at the sites ahead of time.

At right is a photo with my mom in her unconventional "mother of the bride" dress that we both love, from Boden.  More colors and wedding ideas are on my pinterest page.

Most things are done at this stage, surprisingly... and no one will be surprised if I hint that our souvenirs may involve music and may involve stickers, and may be a bit much on the way of effort involved...

Below are some photos of the site, Leffingwell Landing on Moonstone Drive in Cambria, which we really loved for the backdrop of ocean blue.

Beach Feet (beach-feet.com)

This blog has been silent ever since we adopted Buster in January!

Well, the house is very, very full of paw steps and wagging tails now.  I think they might be spoiled.

Every morning when one of us sniffles or moves a leg in bed, around 6 a.m., the dogs know the signs and you start to hear beating tails out in the hallway.  The moment our bedroom door opens, they come barreling down the hall and tackle us on the bed with hugs and kisses.  Buster has a tendency to use his paws and 'punch' us in the face but I think he's just trying to hold on to us the way we squeeze him.  It's the most joyous benefit of dog ownership, the overabundance of frolicking love and excitement in the morning and when you come home at the end of a day.

Boston had a too-long and very cold Winter, but we started to realize in February that taking the dogs to a dog park weekday mornings would keep them both exercised and less moody.  They seem to bond when they have off-leash time together.  In fact it was only after the first time I took them to the beach on Cape Cod in March, they finally decided they were willing to share the chair in our office (which is just the size for two dogs but AS you can tell, pictured, they usually they take turns on it).

Big news that has been spreading through my family and friends is Jose and I got engaged on March 15th, just before Saint Patrick's Day.  We were out at the Cape with the dogs on my favorite beach in Brewster with no one else in sight, and the dogs were way off exploring in the marshland.  We had no camera, no combed hair, no music playing, but just hugged each other in the joy of the moment.

We are rapidly building a wedding web site (updated: beach-feet.com) with details, meanwhile here is a photo Jose took of my emerald engagement ring, a gift from his business trip to Cartagena, Colombia in early March this year.

Above, me on the same beach in Brewster, age 2 1/2 or so.

Zzzzzzzzz

Happy New Year from a very sleepy household.

Introducing our new second dog... Price!
No... Bryce?
Brewster!
Elvis!
No...
Buster!
I think Buster is going to stay.

We found this little guy on Adopt-a-Pet Thanksgiving Day, he was listed as a "dead dog walking" from a shelter in Virginia... heartbreaking.  And his face just said it all.  This is why people gotta spay and neuter!  Anyway we talked it over, we hemmed and hawwed, we worried a lot, but I posted a request for transport on the wonderful, heroic Pilots n' Paws web site, and we found several pilots willing to deliver Price to us by New Year's.

He arrived this past Saturday night and he just sat as I hugged him in my lap for the 30 minute drive home.  We were careful to let Lucy and him approach each other from the side and sniff sniff sniff, not jump all over each other.  They seem to get along but are different personalities for sure.  Lucy is athletic and agile, often jumpy and reactive.  Buster is a rolly polly softie, he just likes to play with toys for a few minutes and then curl up and sleep.  It will take some time to see how they adjust but Lucy so far has gotten mellower in the first two days.  Just to be safe, they have a balance of time together and time apart.  But we all snuggle together first thing in the morning.

A whole year more incrediblerer

My friend Amy gave me this card for my birthday last year. And yep, it was serendipidous. I don't think I will soon forget the year 2013.

Since buying my house last year, all the pieces in my life fit so much better. José moving to Boston a year ago was one of my life's best twists -- a happy ending.  We are often still surprised by how natural the transition felt.
Facing History has similarly felt like a puzzle piece solved, it's a high expectations job with relaxed non-profit culture and excellent benefits.  There are always new projects and always new little nuances.  Effective January in the new year, I was promoted to Assistant Director and I feel very blessed to have a job with a full week paid vacation at Christmas, many holidays and occassional days to work from home (especially in snowy weather).

And speaking of settling into new homes, José and I both wanted to adopt a dog ASAP all year, and we are so happy to have waited for the right weekend to find Lucy, who is the most adoring, cuddly little monster when she's on our laps, but is an absolute rebel, acting fiesty and fierce when she's out in the world. 

Because of her fiesty-ness, we were lucky to find a fantastic dogwalker Stephanie who takes Lucy for twice a week playdates with another wildly-happy puppy.  She also made Lucy this Gwen Stefani-would-approve dog sweater (and yes, Stephanie has an etsy store).

 

Here's a few updates since I last wrote:

We ate out at the Legal Sea Foods Harborside for Thanksgiving Day to celebrate a year since José visited Boston.  This 'Merry' oyster was about half the size of my face.  It may be untraditional Thanksgiving, but the lobster pizza and the fish n' chips there are unmatched!

Christmas was wonderful and relaxed - we cooked a delcious home-cooked meal of arepas, pork shoulder, butternut squash and blueberry pie for dessert on Christmas Day.

...the weekend beforehand we drove out to Cape Cod where we Lucy ran free on the beach with almost no one around.  The weather was in the mid 50's, shockingly high for Winter.

I sent my mom a photo of her christmas cookie seeing its last moments (before Nom Nom Nom) at the beach. Her buttery snicker-doodles are always happily munched on.

Lucy went a little crazy at having the Chatham, Eastham and Brewster beaches to herself.

In late October, I took a week off of work to spend with my sister visiting from California and my cousin Dorota (who we had encountered last year in Losie, Poland!) who visited from the UK.  The fall colors were high 'in bloom' and it was a really nice time for all of us together.

Even though it's not a dog-friendly walk, José and I find ourselves walking in the gorgeous Mt. Auburn Cemetery every season of the year to see how it's changed.  The tail-end of autumn was definitely the prettiest and we happened to walk there at the best time -- just at dusk when leaves were still wet from rain but it had stopped raining.


(sigh)
Lucy is a handful of puppy, but the plus side is we are learning a lot of discipline ourselves in learning to teach her consistency and comfort (on walks, she is often acting as if she just heard a firecracker go off - antsy and on high-alert).  Whenever she is super sleepy in our presence, I find myself taking pictures to remember the moment!