Thursday, July 24, 2014


I adore this kid.

I mean, seriously.

She rocks the block.

Add to her visit an unexpected visit with friends from The Road -- friends we met in the Florida Keys back in The Day, who, they claim, we haven't seen in ten years . . .

. . . ten years!

. . . mix it up altogether with a boatyard in Mystic . . .

. . . and a cool Dad . . .

. . . (a wicked cool dad) . . .

. . . and a trendy -- a worthily trendy -- new place on the water across the Big Bad Bridge . . .

. . . complete with boat slips . . .

. . . and, you know, a boat . . .

. . . and well, we've got ourselves the beginning of a Time here in southeastern Connecticut . . .

. . . a Fabulous Time.

And that was only Day One.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

sweet ride

On Tuesday morning, my 15 year old man-child was up and ready to leave the house at 8:20am. This unprecedented arising sliced a good 3-4 hours from his normal summertime beauty sleep regimen, and although it wasn't easy to accomplish, I only had to re-awaken him once. We were off on an adventure! When I had mentioned the idea to him last week, his enthusiasm was immediate and infectious, so I booked it. It was not cheap, but I reminded myself that certain other offspring of mine were enjoying the fruits of ungodly expensive airfare and camps this summer while this boy was sleeping, yes, but also volunteering at a pet care business and doing odd jobs around the house and neighborhood.  So I booked it. We drove about an hour to find our designated meeting spot, then we geared up

and met our sweet rides

The brown one is Tanner, he was my ride. My boy rode the lovely Luna in the background
When our guide said that Tanner had arthritic knees and liked to stop for snacks, I knew we were a match made in heaven.Neither of us had any real experience atop a horse, but our rides were sweet and gentle and forgiving. We set off on the trail through the beautiful Santa Margarita Preserve. It was beautiful and hot and dry, and as we meandered along we got the hang of it, steering gently around obstacles and pausing wherever green things shot up for restorative snacks.

I don't have many photos from the ride, because I was afraid of: a) dropping the camera. b) falling off of the horse, and/or c) whacking my face on low lying branches if I didn't steer around them.

I did get one good action shot, though, in a place where the terrain wasn't quite so dry

Our guide Susie rode Cisco, a big tough looking horse who was equally terrified of stray hikers and microscopic lizards

The river was absolutely spectacular. It felt so good to splash through and cool off. The horses slurped up drinkie poos and munched on greens. Epic happy place.

After a while we stopped to give the horses a rest and have some luncheon in a shady spot by the river. But first

geek alert. (vodka arms)

I loved my view

Step away from the snacks, Tanner

The ride back was exciting, because some boneheaded delinquents set off firecrackers and sparked a wildfire right along the trail! We saw the plume of smoke then people hightailing it out of the area that our guide said was a swimming hole frequented by hikers (rookies). She was calm and focused, led her skittish horse by hand for a minute while we followed close behind until we were safely past the fire and the access road that was soon swarming with emergency responders. My heart was pounding right out of my chest, and my eyes stayed locked on my boy in front of me. Neither of us had a prayer if those horsies took flight, but Susie was right that we were a safe enough distance from danger and it would have been much worse to walk them 2 miles along the highway to get back to her trailer. Whew.

We were sad to get back to the trailhead almost 4 hours after our 90 minute guided ride began. We said our goodbyes and promised to return, and I really hope that we do. It was a sweet day. We had a sweet ride.

ps: screw you, July stupid 23rd.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Green machine

So, this happened, I decided to sign up for the Get You Shit Together Cleanse Support Group that my friend from college is hosting/moderating/organizing. She is the none other than the good Dr. Cory (I know! Dr. Cory!)  Dr. Cory (Reddish) is a licensed naturopathic physician who does all manner of things. But one of the things she specializes in are cleanses. (Side note, she also produces Party Pax -- whose tag line is: virtuous vitamins for your vices. Great idea, right? She gets that people are going to overindulge, so why not give your system a break, and treat yourself to one of these, "all-natural highly effective party recovery nutrient formulas"? I've tried the Booze Pax, and they really do help.)

Anyway, the cleanse..... I've never done a cleanse before, and already one week into this group work, I don't know if I ever will.

Wait what? I'm in a cleanse group, but not cleansing? Here's the rub, I'm not good on any type of diet. It gets into my head. I rebel. My mind screams "No way in hell, I'm going to eat X and breakfast, Y at lunch, and Z at dinner. I will not! I will not. I will not. You can't make me!"

And I pretty much can't. It's that primal and that childish.

But, this group is as stated, more of a support group. Each of us is coming at this from a different angle. While some are working on eliminating caffeine and/or sugar, others are cutting out alcohol and other recreational drugs, while still others are focusing more on the consistency of their meditation practice.

Me? I'm not sure what the hell I'm doing. (Shocking, I'm sure.) But the loose structure, back and forth between group members, and  check-ins and "assignments" from Dr. Cory HAS been motivating.

Just look what all those photos of perfect green juice posted by others in the group has inspired me to do.

Yep, I laid down the big bucks.

Then hit OB Peoples for organic swag.
(Although the gorgeous organic orange I plucked right from our tree.

I guessed as to proportions,

threw it all into the behemoth,

and viola, my very first homemade green juice.

So it may have been heavy on the cilantro and light on the mango. But tomorrow is another day. Another day to work on getting my shit together, which is, obviously, the work of a lifetime.