Archive | March, 2010

Finding Time

30 Mar

Where.  It’s a word I find myself using to preface many sentences lately.

Where has the time gone?  Where have I been?  Where am I going to find the time to … run? shop for shoes? get my hair done?  book a hotel?  weed? get a manicure? blog? start tomato seeds? go for a hike? take another meeting?  Where has my mind gone?

Fortunately, one of those questions has an easy answer: We were in Bermuda, just last weekend.  It was glorious.  Beautiful, warm sunshine, rippling water, pink beaches and everyone wishing everyone else a good day.  I love Bermuda.

One of my favorite things about the place is how easy it is to tell the locals from the tourists.  The locals are anyone still wearing a puffer jacket and a winter hat in 70º weather, the exact opposite of upstate New York, where in the winter any day without snow on the ground is an opportunity for shorts and flip flops.  Oh, and another thing I love about Bermuda?  English candy.  Especially right before Easter when Cadbury Mini Eggs profusely populate the shelves.

A less easy question to answer is: Where will the wedding madness end?  We’ve crossed the point where it’s under a month until the big day.  Things are coming together: Isaac’s family have booked hotels and flights, I found a dress, Isaac found a suit, dinner is set, the cake is ordered and we’ve settled on a photographer (what a tough choice, I would really like to be my own photographer, but I’m told that would be less than ideal), but it still feels endless.  People keep telling me “It’s your big day!” and yet everyone has an opinion about how the day should be.  I can’t wait until it’s over!

Just in time for a wedding, I get my hands dirty! That manicure (if I ever get it) doesn’t stand a chance. Find out why below the fold.

Down To Earth

12 Mar

Apparently getting engaged makes me tongue-tied.

Or maybe getting engaged has given me so much to think about and so many things to do that I haven’t had the time to write.  Or cook.  But that’s also because suddenly everyone wants to take us out to dinner: friends, relatives, everyone.  It’s really nice–a whirlwind really–but I also can’t wait to sit back and relax a little bit this weekend, to roast a chicken a la Jacques Pepin, and maybe bake a loaf of bread.

But, before I do that (lest I sound ungrateful) I’d like to say a big, hearty and heartfelt thank you to each of you for your kind wishes and enthusiastic yays! You’re the nicest group of people to ever gather here at this little website.  Thank you all so much!

There are so many details to iron out, but since I’m sure you’re all just like the friends with whom I speak day-in and day-out, I figure you’d like a few details, too.  So here’s what I’ve got: We’re going to do a civil ceremony soon, like, the end of April soon.  Just our parents, my step-sister and her family and maybe Isaac’s sisters.  And then in September, we’re going to have a big party in our backyard up at the house!  Barbecue! Bocce! Croquet! Local beer! Finger Lakes wine! Laughter! Dancing! Smiles!

It’s going to be great and I can’t wait, but, it’s still incredibly overwhelming.  So in an attempt to bring things back down to earth a little bit, I’d like to talk about something very mundane: steamed potatoes.

Below the fold? More on steamed potatoes! Oh, and that whole wedding thing, too.