to… • wake up and not need to immediately take the dog out because one of the Fabulous Lilly Boys (FLB) already has done the job • make extra coffee and enjoy it on the back deck in the morning sunshine • find the newspaper on the dining room table without having to actually leave … Continue reading What (this) Mom really wants for Mother’s Day…
Category: sunday
Happy trails
At one point Sunday afternoon, as Chrissy and I ran over snow and sand and through mud and ice, I had to laugh at how lucky it is that we both find the challenge of trail running to be fun. Yes, fun. It's like being a kid again, running through the woods to either get … Continue reading Happy trails
Sunday dinner out in the DelSo
One of the first images to enter my brain last Sunday morning came to me courtesy of an email from Living Social. They were offering a deal for Yanni's Too, a place known for its fried calamari, and the picture accompanying the sales pitch became my obsession and inspiration for the day. Crispy looking golden … Continue reading Sunday dinner out in the DelSo
Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American
In what feels like a previous lifetime, my girlfriends and I would meet in the mountains outside of New Paltz for our annual hike. There were years before the babies came, and even a couple of years after the oldest of the babies were born, when we would simply amble along a path by the … Continue reading Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American
The present of time
It's been one of those weeks.* I'm sure you've had them yourself - an event Monday night, 3 consecutive Tuesday meetings, a late night at work Wednesday, a soccer game...you've been there. I've been longingly anticipating Sunday, the only day on this week's calendar which is completely open. Of course, when I say "completely open" … Continue reading The present of time
Love and hate in the 518
Knowing me as you do, you can probably predict that there are far more things that I love about the Capital District than I hate. How about we just get the negatives on the table so we can get to the good stuff? I really hate the careless drivers I observe during my runs around … Continue reading Love and hate in the 518
Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
We stopped in at a little joint Sunday afternoon down in the West Village, Tortilla Flats, hereafter referred to as the place with the worst service. Ever. Our party of three arrived at what I think of as the "shoulder season" of dining hours, around 3:30 or so. There was a distinct lack of greeting … Continue reading Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
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