Monday, January 30, 2012

Country, Winter...Running?

I'm still alive. Country living agrees with hermity old me. Last week there was a little ice storm and I spent the day in the den writing and folding laundry and drinking coffee and looking out the window at the lovely ice formations on the trees in the yard. Then the power went out and I got out some candles, picked up the baby from daycare and waited for SB to get home and light the fireplace. (while I'm sure I'm perfectly capable of lighting the fire myself, I'm not equally confident with my ability to set the flue/fan correctly to keep the smoke out of the house. So until I get a chance to practice, I will not light a fire without supervision!)

Today I ventured out for not only my first run in our new neighborhood, but my first REAL winter run. Yes I ran in slushy and snowy conditions when we were in the city, but that was....longer ago than I would like to admit. Now that winter is fully upon us, the road is full of chunky ice and snow and the air feels empty. Since I haven't run in an embarrassingly long time I dialed back my routine to a 4km run/walk. While my legs and back feel actually really really great, my lungs had a hard time with the cold air and I'm glad I didn't push it.

My biggest beef about this winter running thing? I think I have an allergy to the cold!  I'm not even kidding - before the holidays we went on a lovely walk on the mountain on a very cold day. We bundled up, but I wore just jeans, no longjohns or anything. By the end of the walk my thighs felt tingly from the cold, which I think happens to most everyone. But when we got home and I began to thaw out, my legs became unbearable itchy. Like, intolerable. Like, I wanted to take a sharp object to scratch at them. Being a patient of the great Dr. Google, I looked up the symptoms and allergies to cold conditions is a real thing. So, today I felt warm enough on my run, but now that I'm home and warming up, my legs are soooo itchy again. Maybe I should put a pair of shorts over my running pants? I don't want to overdo it because too hot = sucky. Today it was -5 when I left. Anyway, a dose of Benedryl helped last time so I'll probably hit that up soon.

I should have taken some photos. I need to make a point of doing that. Tess had an amazing time - she is really loving life here, as she should, since we moved out here basically for her quality of life :P  Also, this was my first run in like two years without a jogging stroller. It felt amazing.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Gonna Eat a Lot of Peaches

We've moved to the country! I wish I could tell some kind of crazy ridiculous moving story, but I can't because things went pretty smoothly. We are settling in slowly - there are still boxes full of stuff waiting for their places to be assigned, and there is still stuff that hasn't been put together yet. I am the worst for this kind of thing because I'm completely indecisive. For some reason I feel like when you put something away somewhere THAT IS ITS HOME and you are never allowed to assign it a new one. SB is not bad at this at all so while I spent the week running errands and doing laundry and getting the kid to learn daycare, I did NOT get anything done in the unpacking field. So SB has been doing that today.

Our new home is so lovely. While it is gigantic compared to what we're used to, it's nice to feel like we have space to live. The kitchen is phenomenal, and I've got big plans for some baking to do this week. (although I must note that no matter how large the kitchen is, it would seem that Tess always finds it most convenient to be underfoot).

We had the not nice surprise of a non-working garage door opener. This in itself would be less annoying if we actually had a copy of the key to the outside back door. But we don't, we only have keys for the front door, and the door inside the garage. Which means that when coming home, we have to go through the garage. And also our garage can't be locked from the outside. We thought the opener may be something we could fix, but SB took a look today and the gears are totally stripped. This is a bummer, but I guess not the end of the world.


So we've made it! We haven't killed each other yet, but the little home projects haven't really started yet. I haven't taken any photos yet, but should. I guess I'm taking too much pleasure in just soaking up our new lair.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A few things

We're moving to the country in three days. And while our house is in chaos, I had a few things on my mind this evening that I thought should be shared because that's why I blog.

1. I totally want to learn to crochet because over there on Pinterest there are myriads of teeny tiny little animals all made of crochet and I NEED to do that.

2. My new house will be full of deer/elk/moose. I love these, and they were hard to work into modern condo styles. Hello country, here come the deer.

3. We have our second notary meeting tomorrow morning bright and early to sign for the new house. Lately M's schedule has been ... less on the bright and early side and more on the side of "let's have a 30 minute disco party at 5am and then go back to bed until 10! Kay?" which is a routine I'm actually all for, but, alas, life beckons. Anyway, I've had some pretty sticky insomnia lately, so to avoid a comatose me signing my life away, I just took a sleeping pill. And so zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Sunday, January 01, 2012

It's a big old Happy New Year post

2012 is here. Which means that for the next two months anything I have to write the date on is guaranteed to have some scratched-out numbers on it. Just warning you.

2011 was very good to us. We welcomed our little Marlowe Fiona and she seems to be fitting in with our craziness just fine. I did not suffer any postpartum depression which was a miracle in and of itself, but my body is not bouncing back at all. I am admittedly quite lazy on the food front, but I feel I've been pretty active. We bought a house and sold a condo. I was published. I started a new blog.

2011 was very bad to a lot of people I love very much. My uncle was in a terrible motorcycle accident and is still on his long and painful path of recovery. It has been 6 months now. One of my dearest friends suffered the most terrible loss I can imagine. She is also on her path to recovery. I send all of my good thoughts and energy to them daily and can only hope the universe works the way I think it does.

In 2012 we will be moving. I will be going back to work. M will start daycare. I hope to do more writing, although the outlook seems bleak. I rarely get time to myself, and when I do it feels so decadent all I want to do is sleep and/or lounge. Maybe I should be more disciplined about it, but so far I haven't been. I want to change the way we eat. As of this moment it feels impossible, but I'm hoping that the move will give us a predictable routine and it will all work out.

I don't generally make resolutions. They are impractical and generally self-defeating. But I do like to think about my intentions. And I intend to live this year with love, good energy, and patience.