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New year, a little late

I’ve made a new vow to myself to try to make things easier on me and those around me. And to not apologize for it so much (I was about to start out by saying, “I know my life isn’t so hard, but it feels like . . . blah blah blah. But I’m not going to do that.).

To that end, I’m trying a few new things. Some self-care. This is taking a couple of forms at the moment. The big one is letting go of the idea that taking the easy route is somehow bad. Yes, we can forage for dinner from the ingredients in the fridge, but we can also order in and that’s a-ok. Yes, I can go to the store and buy some flowers, but ordering a monthly subscription of flowers from Bouqs has already made us so much happier than any flowers from Trader Joe’s ever did. And the smaller ones are doing things like making my bed more often than not, doing a little gentle yoga most days, and trying to say no more often. Well, that last one isn’t small. But it’s a very big work in progress.

And then I’m trying to make things a little easier on AO. Although he loves to cook and is the best chef I know, there is never enough time in the day for him to get to all of the cooking projects done that he wants to do. And he often ends up being very hard on himself for being too tired to have an interest in making meals every night. So, I thought we should try something new that could give him a well-earned break and maybe even allow me to help out in this area. I mean, we all know that I’m not going to actually cook cook, but I can probably handle putting things on a plate or following a recipe with pre-measured ingredients. Maybe. We’ll see.

So, to that end, this week we have pasta meals coming from Big Mouth Pasta and next week we are trying out a four-week subscription to Pasture and Plenty. I love that these are both local businesses and that the ordering processes couldn’t have been easier. I’m really excited to see how this works for us and I feel really liberated at letting go of the idea that we have to do this all for ourselves. Because there’s no medal for doing it all.

Stay tuned to hear about the meal stuff!

Yowsers

Been awhile, eh?

Well, not much is new. Work is a drag, winter continues, and my left contact lens is driving me bananas.

Oh! But one thing is very new. We toured Molly’s soon-to-be elementary school yesterday and I thought I’d get all weepy emotional, but I surprised myself. I got so excited for her and for all of us. Oh, le sigh. I can’t WAIT!

And neither can Mollybear! After the tour, she and her Woodland friend with whom she was touring took their own spin around the playground. As they were pumping furiously on the swings, her friend declared, “This is where I go to school now! I don’t go to Woodland Montessori anymore!”

And Molly echoed, “Yeah! We’re almost first graders now!!”

Silly

I’ve often thought that it’s silly that anyone would think that there’s just ONE romantic person for each person. I mean, that’s a) crazy from a biological and evolutionary point of view and b) crazy because why and how?! There are zillions of people on the planet and we all have a zillion different tastes, so how in the world could there be just ONE person for each of us?

And then . . . What if that one to-be partner dies in a car crash at 10 yo . . . Or is aborted . . . Or gets hit by a bus . . . Or never leaves Uzbekistan while his ‘true one’ is in Iceland? The other partner will never be whole?!? That just can’t be right. It just can’t.

Lucky for me, I never really have to think about that because I found my non-ONE, my friend and husband, in AO. I’m really lucky.

I spend most of my time thinking about how lucky I am. We argue, sure. Too often, probs. But we work together, live together, raise a kiddo together, so it seems like it’s not crazy. At the end of the day, despite too much time together, there’s still no one else I’d rather be around. I got really lucky. Really, really lucky. And sometimes I find myself thinking, maybe there is just the one right person. But I know that’s crazy.

Best taco ever?

More on our trip to CA.

I think I had the best taco of my life at Los Arroyos in Santa Barbara. It may not be what folks would consider a ‘taco taco’ in that it’s probably super gringa, but it was delicious! DELICIOUS, I tell you.

As you can probably see, its first claim to fame is that it’s in a hard shell. And it’s clearly a homemade shell, so it’s interestingly, non-uniform in shape. And divine. It’s then filled with juicy, flavorful, shredded chicken, iceberg lettuce, crumbly queso fresco, and pico de gallo. Simple? Maybe. But perfect. I also got to eat it in bed while we chilled out after a long day of travel and enjoying the California sun. Dream-y. In fact, I’ve been dreaming about this taco since it came into my life. If you have the option of Los Arroyos, take it.

BTE?!

More on this soon, but I just wanted to give you the update — and a spoiler alert — that this latest trip to California was maybe the BEST TRIP EVER!

Except for having to leave World Headquarters at 3:45 a.m. to drive to Santa Barbara to catch a 5:30 a.m. flight. That’s borderline criminal.

But still. BTE? It’s more than a contender. It’s in the World Series of BTEs for me.