Thursday, December 13, 2018

Documenting That Time I Got Engaged

Well, you already know the end of this story -- I'm engaged.
Pretty weird, eh? It is to me, still.

I was at the baby shower for Joe's cousin, Molly, when I got to talking with Leanne, his sister, and we decided that we (her family, Joey, and I) should all do something together. "Something fall!" she declared (that is not a direct quote).

Apple picking was the activity of choice.
Jones Creek Farm was where we were headed.

Leading up to the event, I was suspicious of a proposal -- but then Joey smashed that to bits and pieces (along with my heart). The preceding week, Joey had to tell me all sorts of lies and my brain got twisted seeing if it was true or not. Overall, I'm glad he did.

Why get engaged? Because this works - we make a good team.

What drew me to him was his  desire to grow. That's something that lacked in other men I had casually dated. I could see him actively working towards becoming a better person, figuring out how to navigate the world in new ways. He encouraged growth in me. He also loves hard, so hard. He put himself out on a limb and didn't play games. He was straightforward about intentions and it's been that way the entire time I've been with him. He gets me. There's other characteristics I could highlight (wise, patient, etc) but I'll spare y'all.

Driving up to the Skagit Valley, the weather seemed fair. We stopped at the Skagit Valley Food Co-op for a lunch because it was getting late and I've got issues remembering to eat enough.

We took the turn east from I-5 to highway 20. I love this area, and, really, any area without traffic. As we started down the small highway, the clouds moved in thick and it started to pour. By the time we reached Jones Creek Farm, it was a full on down pour, thick drops running on full in sheets.

This is where being an outdoor teacher comes in handy. I was able to throw on my waterproof suit (Grundens, Patagonia, Bogs unite!) and Joey had his work boots and a good coat. As we were waiting for his family to arrive, we got the lay of the land. The orchard owners helped us figure out which varieties would be suitable for canning apple sauce and drying. Turns out we were to go seek out the Spartan apples.

The rain continued to pound down and when the rest of the crew arrived, we headed out into the orchard. You were allowed to sample apples, so a highlight might have been picking apples for just a few bites and then sharing it and nabbing another to compare with.

We filled up bag after bag and every single thought I had even fathomed of a proposal was long, long gone. At this point, it was all apples, thunder, and lightning.

We finally had our bags filled and it was time to go home. We enjoyed the rain, but with a baby in tow, you only want to try your luck for so long.

Joey went around the corner with Evan and came back. He said he had to talk about something with me.

Oh shoot. I'm in trouble. That's the first thought that ever comes to mind when someone needs to pull me aside to talk about something. Is it ever good? Truly?

But he said nice things! Things relating to wanting to spend the rest of his life with me. Things about "Will you marry me?"

And I said yes.

It was nice.

There were congratulations and then they offered to take us out for dinner in Ballard at the Hi-Life.

On the way home, we stopped by the outlet mall so I could return a few items to Helly Hansen. After that, we bought chocolate, smoked, and finally my brain relaxed enough to realize what was happening. Before, it was a bit of a numbness. I didn't know what to make of it.

I was excited, sure, but news like that didn't hit me like a bus (like news that I get to go to Hawaii via generous friends). It was like... like.. leaving the compost to rot beneath the sink and the smell taking over. I think. Ok, that's terrible.

It took a while before it settled in, and then I was stoked. But it wasn't like screaming and self portraits of us together. It felt good, it felt solid, and it felt logical. And, for someone who is bipolar, a solid feeling is a hell of a lot better than an extreme high, so I feel good.

Sea Legs & Job Update

Hey blog, long time no see.... but I think you're good for me so I'll write here.

But I can't write too much because a lot of the content I have is exclusive to Tucker's letters and I know he sometimes glances at these (more than anyone else).


Today, Wilco got in the car, willingly, three different times.
This is a miracle.

Today he held in his poop in the car.
Christmas miracle.

Today he cuddled calmly on a couch with an 11 and 6 year old.
He ran around with an almost 2 year old.
He played fetch with a 4 and 6 year old.
He followed a 9 year old around.

He ran around with other dogs, and cowered when appropriate.

And now, he's sleeping hard to my left with his head tucked in my armpit.

This job has meant everything to me. I have a new sense of purpose and a source of joy. I delight in my time with that family. I am grateful that they have welcomed me into their home, that they trust me. I'm grateful for the times I get with them as a group, and also one on one.

I delight in time in the living room, where I get to read a chapter book out loud while four of them get cozy and listen. I find joy in playing basketball with the eldest, getting the chance to get to know who he is when he's not fending off the youngers. I feel honored when the 1.8 year old asks me to carry him, and the older siblings exclaim that I'm one of two folks he'll let do that (aside from the immediate family). I am proud of the oldest daughter when, after I teach her to finger knit, she sets out to create and spends hours doing it. I appreciate the goofy sense of humour of the youngest daughter. And the middle? Her determination is altogether rad. And the mom is a loving blend of kindness, patience, and ease.

Nannying is a very personal thing. On the job, folks are able to generally hide any family matters or outside problems. When you nanny, you are in the house. Things can be hid for a while, but in general, there just has to be full acceptance on both ends.

Anyways, I'm grateful!

Also grateful to be able to help pay the bills. I can pay for my food, help with bills and Wilco.
This job pays me what I believe I am worth (in the Astoria economy). To be blunt with dollars, to get the amount I earn currently, but at the rate the rest of the town wants to pay, I would have to work 7 extra hours to make that. My days are 7 hours long so basically, I'd have to work a full extra day to get the same amount. Phew. Words.

The photograph is of my pal, Nyk! This picture is of the first time I came to Astoria, to visit him. I was really happy because we were outside with his animals are there was so much sun and space. I imagined living here, that was a really nice thought. When I did finally move here, the reality was quite different from what I imagined, but this month, in December of all months, well, I'm finding my sea legs. I know it will take a while. I have peace with that.

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Loosing Friends Because of Mental Illness

I think one of my least favourite parts to mental illness is loosing friends because of it.

This isn't just 'cause of me and my bipolar/ADHD party I got going on. Before I was symptomatically bipolar, I had two dear, dear friends, both of which I'm pretty sure I lost because of their realities as they lived with a mental illness.

One had me worked out to be someone who had very specific, judgmental thoughts. I knew this wasn't me, but she'd been believing it for months and letting that turn into her reality, instead of checking in with me. When she sent me a long, confusing email telling me what she thought of me, the friendship, already broken, dissolved in one swift motion.

Despite my mom's encouragement, I never had any desire to reach out again.

Another friend, well, I can't even go into that situation, but the ending bit was where the police were calling me. I don't know what happened there, but I do know that mental illness was present.

Then there was me. My anxiety tended to play a role, a huge role. I'd get freaked out and never know how to make things right again.

With mental illness, whether the destruction is your "fault" or not is really hard to judge.
What you do with it, when things ease a up a bit, that is on you.
To get to that point, to be able to make it right, that might involve choosing to take the steps to make it so you can fix things. I'm currently in DBT courses, learning to gain control of my life.

It all is pretty frustrating, though. I miss some of those friendships, some were dear (and one, I can totally live without) and I now just get to live with how it is. I've done what I can to reach out, but fixing things takes two, and it just might take as much fancy footwork as the tango.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Movin' and a Shakin'

This post is sort of related to the last one. It is the kind of thing where I'm documenting, but Facebook isn't where I want to post it.

I was graciously gifted a Fitbit this week. I was pretty excited to be able to see what my heart rate was doing, all day long, and see how much I move.

How much do I move?

Well, that much.
The average American gets between 5,000 and 6,000 steps a day. My goal was 10,000, which I got by lunchtime.

It makes sense, though. I work outside and with kids all day... and I got two Richard Simmons DVD's in the mail! Nothing beats sweatin' to the oldies with him.

According to the app, I spent 4 hours and 41 minutes with my heart rate in the "fat burn zone."

Turns out I move a lot....
And this is how someone with ADHD can stop taking their meds and feel just fine (though there's lots of ways they can make that happen and taking meds is great too!).

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Lights as a Feather, Stiff as a Board

There isn't really an appropriate place on the internet to marvel to discuss weight loss, or my entire history of weight fluctuations. I just wanna document it all.

Growing up, my identity was in being tiny -- off the charts tiny where my bone maturity was years behind. All bones and short, folks told me over and over how I was cute and tiny. So, that was who I was.

Then, HELLO PUBERTY!, and I gained wait, fast.
Then came Switzerland when they fed me a diet of full fats and bread and chocolate (every day) and I made it to around 132 lbs. That was around 15 pound weight gain from the previous year.

Folks noticed. My host dad told me I was fat 'cause I liked bananas. And I struggled to love my body.

I worked so hard to learn how to love this body of mine. Even still, I had habits of always covering my chin when I looked down, not wanting anyone to see how there was more than one.

Then, back to USA (2008) where it came off with a temporary wave of depression and lack of desire to eat. Then it swung up. I remember being conscious of it especially in 2012.

Then I traveled. I remember my weight was 115 lbs when I was in Boston.

Then, after settling back in the states after life abroad, my weight creeped up to around 130lbs, or so. And this is where I figured I'd be. I did accept it. I learned to love my body. I looked to my body-positive roll models on Facebook and learned to be me. I ate when I was hungry and moved around daily, I felt good.

Then bipolar. I dropped 15 pounds in 1-2 weeks and it has never come back.
Then, the docs put me on a dumb diet for my Hashimoto's and now I'm down to 111-114 lbs.

And it blows my mind.

'cause my big goal, my big dream was to be 114 lbs. Before I accepted my body, I just wanted to be 114 again and I didn't know how. And now I am, and I didn't even do anything. I got my big wish. I'm less than that, each day, and...

And my doctors tell me I need to raise my cholesterol and put more salt on my food.

Moral is? Weight goes everywhere and it don't mean much. Perspectives will almost always be warped. Sometimes you gotta wait a good 7 years to see clearly and even then, it's still with the lens of now.

Friday, September 8, 2017

2017 is Alright by Me

Summer Camp at the Apple Orchard
Things are going alright.

I can see myself growing in such real ways, in directions I've wanted to grow in. I have goals that aren't so measurable as inches off a waist or likes or followers or friends. Lately, I've been working on developing aspects of myself that I had a hard time getting a handle on.

When that car flipped and flipped and my chemistry flipped along with it, anxiety crashed into my life and left a bigger impact that whiplash.

Now, I've been putting the pieces together and it feels good. I feel stronger than I did before the crash -- or at least I'm starting to. Now, when I go through my day, I know how I did it.

I'm proud of what I've accomplished.

Something I did recently was run a summer camp. I don't wanna say the name, lest I end up in the google searches, but it was rad! I had staff under me and a gaggle of children. First, the camp was a total success. Parents were happy, my boss was happy, my staff was happy (and all said they wanted to come back!) and most important, the kids were happy.

It was an all outdoor camp. Kids need time to get dirty, climb trees, play with sticks, and not have adults looking over their shoulder. They had space and did what they do and the parents recognized the value of that.

It was a great experience working with so many people and being, well, the director of it all. Calling the shots. Making sure everyone was feeling loved and appreciated (because they were soooo appreciated).

The best part was my anxiety. Before, anxiety was crippling, with stomach aches that lead to vomiting. I carried everything in my body and held on tight. I dealt with a lot of situations, this summer, and some how, let them go. Nothing came home with me. I breathed through it, dealt with it then and there, faced everything head on.

I did it!

What else am I pretty excited about?

I've been dating Joseph for over a year and it is stellar! It just works. We work well, together. I've loved growing with this man who is loyal, caring, and treats me how I was told (and believed) I deserved to be treated. He respects me and he definitely has mine.

There's more to say, there, but I'll wait till other things are more in stone.

Um, what else?
I got a budget going.
I care a lot less about documenting life.
I been getting rid of a ton of items.

I went to three Seattle Storm games! Man, they can do cool things!
My house is filled with loving humans.
I spend a lot of time with my family.
My friends are gold -- and old friends are coming back into my life.
I'm outside most of the week, year round.

Life is good. Still a challenge, but a manageable one.

The biggest challenge is I got this disease where my body is attacking my thyroid so I gotta cut out gluten, dairy, and nightshades and I am sooooo not into that. No bread, tomatoes, and cheese? Oi.

Friday, January 20, 2017


Everyone has a hobby!
Lately, my daily way to amuse myself is to clean my room. Easily an hour a day. The doctors aren't thrilled by my habits (obsessive habits, as they saw it, make 'em raise an eyebrow) but I'm having a blast!

Today my focus is my top drawer which hosts all of my hair care, face care, first aid, tooth care, menstrual cycle gear, and medications #ilivewith10otherpeoplesoikeepthatstuffinmydresserdrawer.

I came across all the meds they tried me on for bipolar. Two observations on this.

Before that, just noting that I've been, on spurts, been medicated since I was perhaps 12? I had ADHD which was well managed with pills. I remember Adderal, Ritalin, Concerta, Daytrana, and Straterra. Daytrana was the best one! It was a patch and was super effective but the adhesive left welts on my body.

Now, with a new diagnosis comes a whole new slew of medications.

The first one they put me on is lithium. That stuff is magic and works! Nothing else has been as effective. I was also on oxcarbazepine (Trileptal), fluoxetine (Prozac), and escitalopram (Luxapro).

What's been most effective, to go with lithium, hasn't been more drugs is lifestyle choices and supplements.

I have to get outside, see the sun, get plenty of sleep, and operate in a routine.

For supplements, L-theanine, fish oil, and D3 have been the key to everything. This was made clear this past week. A week or two, I stopped taking my supplements completely (because I hadn't refilled my pill organizer so in the morning, I would just pop a lithium and run). Then, everything crumbled, a bit. I was all over the place with my mood and definitely felt depressed at time.

Because I have been medication, it catches me off guard when I am all of a sudden depressed. This time, the symptoms were mostly exhaustion. I was so sure I had the flu that I had to cancel work for a morning. Texting was overly exhausting.

Then, at dinner, I brought up how I wasn't doing well and our house-highschooler brought up vitamin D. *facepalm* I realized that that was the only change in my life, no supplements.

I did go to my psychiatrist (good to check in with her) and we decided I would have myself get back into routine with supplements, see how that went, and if it doesn't, I have 2.5 mg of a new med to try out. I also keep going to my support group 'cause they make the world go round.

Life's ok. It'll get better. Just give me a week.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Back to Routine :: Emphasis on Nighttime

I'm glad the winter break is over. With break comes the destruction of all routines that hold thing together. I thrive with bed times, wake up times, ways to pay for living, and a pattern to navigate life with (it's a fun pattern).

Bedtime is most crucial to me, right after sleep. It's important to have a space that feels relaxing, welcoming, and cozy. A clean room helps with my quality of sleep.

Right before Christmas, I changed rooms in the house I live in. I moved up story and the dimensions of the room increased immensely. I basically live in a deliciously cute attic room.

I was absolutely in love with my old room and tend to be resistant to changes (when set in a way) so I had to deliberately set my energy to making this new space feel like a home I wanted to be in. It's absorbed a few hours of my time each day for the past week and a house.

It's the constant adjustment of lights, furniture, hooks, pillows plants, and ways to sort things out. I love organizing, so this is a fun new challenge. My last room had a huge closest with storage above and below the clothing, no such closest here, so all must be externally stored. With the floor space available, very doable.

It's been fun to see a need (such a place to hang towels or a maroon cloth covering for a Rubbermaid tote I've been dragging back and forth from Alaska and all over since 2012.

I'm grateful for housemates (Steve and Jan!) who went out of their way to help me transition. I really appreciate them.

Now I feel like I have a really special place that feels like a home.

Essential to my nights are a hot water bottle with a cozy for it that Hannah made. I sleep with it ever single cold night. I tried not to, the other night, and had to get up and make one. I also need my white noise machine. I feel cozy underneath the thick wool blanket Joey gave me for Christmas and a huge hand-stitched quilt my great great Aunt (or someone that is great great) made. I like cozy pjs and socks and lately, diffused essential oils make everything smell hella good. A cup of one of those teas that knocks me out is good (Sunset in Seattle, Evening in Missoula, Bedtime Tea, etc).

The End

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

I Don't Know How Pink Relates to Suicide -- I guess they just picked a colour

I like the hashtags in this one.

For sure, this year, I was ready for things to end a few times. In my circumstances, it was a result of off kilter brain-chemistry.

I've been doing fine, lately (and I'm glad I'm here), but I know that in the future I might not be and that I'll have to work through that. I also know I have friends who aren't "fine" right now and this is for them. The feeling of wanting to end your life is overwhelmingly isolating. A huge comfort this year was in one of those moments, I reached out to one friend and his immediate reply was, "I know." And he did.

Thanks to my support team! There are three specific folks who helped me with the darker thoughts this year --  my mom, is my number one go to (now I'm crying) and I'm grateful that she still comforts me just as much now, as her grown-up 26 year, as she did when I was a child. I also know that I can always call Eric, whom I've known since kindergarten, and Joey and, without fail, they will respond in love, compassion and wisdom. My overall support team spans larger than this but, in the darker moments, these folks were on speed dial.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

2016 :: Unfinished but Published

I've enjoyed reading other's yearly summaries. Here is my own.

I know there's been a lot of hating on 2016 but, for me, anything could be better than 2015. With that lens, I was satisfied with what 2016 had to offer me, and what I got out of it.

This year I jumped into a new community full of so many kids and so many trees. It's also my job and in so many tangible ways, my life has been better because of Camp Roots.

Truly the most southern point in the United States of America -- on the Big Island in Hawaii with some Alaskan friends.

Celebrating my birthday on Patos Island. 26 years ftw!

Local lake in a sail boat (currently sail-less) that Parker skillfully built!

Annual trip up to Haines, Alaska.

First real road trip together to Vernon, BC. The Alaska Marine Highway didn't count.
Surprise date to the West Wing in DC! Jesse rocks.

This year, for the first time, I committed to being in a relationship with another human. We're still thriving together. As expected, there's a lot of growth that comes with it. I'm grateful for Joseph.
This year had lots of little trips, from Maryland to Alaska to Hawaii to Washington D.C. to Viriginia to British Columbia to around Washington state a little sailing trip to Lopez Island to a group trip to Patos Island. My itchy feet were satisfied.

This year, my house was a rock in my life. I continually feel loved by my housemates and accepted and see lots of opportunities for growth as I learn from them. It's been a rock solid foundation for my daily life and I feel very grateful to be here.

This year, rad family dynamics!
This year, loved friend dynamics!

This year was another one of my first years of living with bipolar disorder. It's definitely black and white from when I didn't have it and there are still a lot of unknowns as the season turn. This year, though, was quite manageable, a bit more, and that gives me hope for the future. I don't expect emotional perfection, but I do want to be able to manage day to day without questioning if I should be on the earth.

Overall, grateful. I'm ok with simple years and I hope 2017 levels out even more. I'd love it if, at the end of it, I could say that my friend, house, and relationship situations are quite similar to 2016 and mental health is even more-so improved. Who knows. I'll work with what I've got.

What do I want for 2017? Stability.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

5 Months Later

It's been five months since I last wrote. I haven't been able to. Whether too busy or my brain couldn't go there. I miss it. Every time I say I'll write more. I don't know where the words went. I guess they crashed along with the car.

In those five months, I've maintained a stable lifestyle in the same home, secured a stable job, traveled to Alaska and straight to Hawaii from there (where I am now), celebrated my 26th birthday on a semi-remote island with 12 pals and in a cabin Alaska with 26 other pals and on a ferry boat with my boyfriend, found a man who loves me and lets me love him back, went to the Aqua Sox game with my Dad, went to DC, went to Virginia, went to Maryland, toured the West Wing, tea with Mom, lots of time with the folks, trip over the mountains to visit best friend and family, sailed to Lopez Island from Seattle with a stranger I met on the internet, spent lots of nights on a different sailboat, finished reading Cryptonomicon with Jacob (he read all 1300 pages aloud to me!), and overall kept way, way too busy.

ride never asked for

Bipolar disorder runs my life, rules it. It impacts every aspect of my life.

It dictates what I do and what I can't do and what I should do and what I should pay for when I don't get it down right.

It's the roller coaster I'll never get off of --- the ride I never asked for.

It's like being thrown into a pool before you know how to swim, but you gotta learn to swim, you do, because sinking is the one end that I started dwelling on like I never had pre-being-symptomatic.

"On a scale from one to ten, how would you say bipolar has affected your life?" my doctor asked the other week. In response, I broke down crying. I'm crying now remembering that moents.

It's up and downs and I don't understand. Or I can, but there are so many variables like meds, natural hormones, sleep patterns (late night? jet lag? have fun...), diet, stress, weather, huge life events, small life events... basically everything 'cept what shoes I choose to wear.

So I choose stability for my life, I do my best, and march on.
This sucks.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Grateful for a Spring Dense With Community

Spontaneous dinner with Jesse, Jim, Ron, Jacob, and Ted. Meatloaf with roasted potatoes and sald never tasted so good!
One of the top things I am most grateful for, these days, are the communities that surround me in my daily life in Washington state. I am grateful that gatherings of loving people are not a rare occurrence. I am also grateful that the frequency doesn't dilute the love and joy that I receive from them. I love the balance I find - the giving and taking, sharing and listening, resting and reacting. I'm not entirely sure what I want for my future in terms of a career, but I do know that I always want to be surrounded by community and to be a part of building that community up.

After a book signing, popcorn, chicken, mozzarella whips, and kombucha on the dock in Lake Forest Park.
And sometimes, the house plays basketball.
Cheesemaking weekend in Bellingham with Mirai, Hannah, Sonya, Brian, River, Sky, and Steven.
Celebrating May birthdays.
Wood kiln firing on Lopez Island.
The kiddos at work.
Always into group hugs.
Climbing with Matilda and Cleo at their new home!

Monday, May 16, 2016

To Lopez Island via Sailboat

On Friday, I had the beautiful opportunity to "sail" to Lopez Island with D.M. I put sail in quotes because we never really sailed -- but we did motor all the way up there at a solid 4-5 knots.

My first exchange with D.M. went something like this:

Me: Hey, we can play cribbage. Maybe in the San Juans, Eastern Washington, a park or something?
D.M.: "Well hard to argue with those fine suggestions. I'd counter with a sail to San Juans and Cribbage."
Me: Cool.

So, around a week later, we went!

D.M. lives year-round on his sailboat and has for around five years and is a friendly ambassador for the sailing community.

He calculated that the trip up would take around 10-12 hours and doubted that we could use our sails. The wind would be in our face and, if we wanted to use it by tacking (sailing school finally comes in handy!), we would've gotten there in such a slow time that it wouldn't be worth making the trip.

We set off at six from Seattle, cruising past landmarks like Golden Gardens, Edmonds, and Kingston (crepes!). It was a bit choppy to start 1-2 foot waves, but nothing too out there. He was definitely right about one thing and that was that it was going to be cold on the water. I felt foolish packing so many layers but every single blessed one came to use.

Besides an hour when he took a nap, I was pretty useless. That was ok with me as long as I knew he was content with the circumstances. I knew he'd ask for help if he needed it. It was fun when I did get to be at the helm because I felt like a magical bad-ass. Truly. Even though I wasn't doing much, it was a magnificent blast to be absolutely surrounded by water in the Puget Sound.

There was Point No Point Lighthouse to the west, backed by the Olympics. Whidbey Island, the town of Maxwellton, was coming up on the right. Every song I played seemed to serendipitously mention sailing.

I was glad D.M. got up when he did because it was just as we were reaching where the Puget Sound funnels into a narrower flow that feeds into the ocean and the tide was going out. This is where we got to try and out chase waves. There was one time where we went sideways and my reality totally tilted and I liked that a lot. I could because between full faith in the boat and D.M., I was safe.

Eventually, 10 PM came and I was exhausted and D.M. encouraged me to head down to bed. This had already been arranged when we set up the weekend. I told him I couldn't, by any means, stay up a full night (we were sailing overnight, 6 PM to 6 AM) sailing. With bipolar disorder, a lack of sleep isn't an option at all. I was surprised at how well I slept.

Waking up was an odd sensation. For one, I was on a sailboat. For seconds, I would then remember that for every minute I had slept, D.M. was up on deck manning the helm and bringing us closer to Lopez Island. At one point I woke up and peaked my head up, for I thought I had heard him knocking for me. Half awake, staring up at a lanky 6' 2: tall man in a thick peacoat with the dark sky and stars behind him, it was hard to place reality for a second.

I went back down and next time I woke up, it was around 5:10 AM and I got up. 7 hours of sleep would do with a nap later.

He said something about Lopez Island and port and pointed east to the land. I got confused. Turned out we were already there. Welcome to Lopez Island. He navigated us into Fisherman Bay, tucked into the closest slip, and we were home for the weekend.

After he did the thing he does, we napped soundly. After an hour, he slept on (as he should) and I dashed off to see who I could find.

I Will Have Beautiful Feet

I can't say I've been too original with clothes, lately. I find a piece that's solid and comfortable and wear it out. Then I go onto eBay and find the same piece and get it again. Lately, this has been the case for J. Crew corduroy shorts and Van shoes. I got a pair of each last year and have been showing them no mercy.

I'm brutal to my clothes. My lifestyle is active and I see clothes as a tool to be used, not protected.

Shoes are something I can wear into the ground, but prefer not to. With my weak ankles, I need something solid to support me and my ankles start to role as the soles wear thin, at times. I've been  searching for months for my shoes in the identical print. Eventually, I gave up and came up with these new ones. It's fun buying the same shoe all over again to see how they wear and age.

I think they're quite beautiful!

Sunday, May 1, 2016

May Day Twenty Sixteen

I've been living in various communities, besides my family, since 2011. I thrive living in a home with people of various backgrounds and passions and it's a great way to feel grounded in a big city like the one I live in (population 21,100).

Today, everyone got together to celebrate the birthdays of Mary Beth, Clair, and Caitlin. It was a perfect spring day to get outside and enjoy time together. One of the things that I love the most is the laughter that happens. We laugh so much together.

After lunch, presents, and affirmations, a few of us geared up for the first swim of the year in the creek! This creek is also where I first met my connection to the household, Jesse, back in 2006.

In a pack, we amble down the street, stopping to say "Hey!" to neighbor Justin and XL, his dog.

Down the water, we all stepped in with different reactions. Some of us found it not too cold and others found it to be next to freezing. And then, three of us splashed in. C and I did just a quick swim across, that was enough. E, on the other hand, could spend hours and hours on end in there if we let him.

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