What I did today:
- Slept in until 7:15
- Ate breakfast
- Did a little dusting and windexed everything
- Picked up two children
- Dropped two children off
- Was at Oktoberfest by 10:00
- Did wrist bands until 2:30
- Stopped at Wine Bar to deliver some herbs from my garden
- Went home, started cooking
- Ate pineapple and yogurt with granola
- Sat on the stoop with him
- Made chicken thighs, roasted parsnips and beets, stir fried red peppers and broccoli
- Cleaned up the kitchen
- Folded a bin of laundry
- Went for a 5 mile run
- Prepared a beet and bleu cheese salad for dinner
- Sat down and ate beet salad
- Opened a bottle of wine
- Watched SNL and ate popcorn with the teens
I loved my day.
What my son did today:
- Watched SportsCenter
- Watched a marathon of SNL prepping for tonight’s episode
My day was better.
48 hours after the Allman Brothers’ show, I found myself again at the gates of SPAC, this time for a show by a couple of pretty boys, Phillip Phillips and John Mayer. Seeing as how I’m smitten by a handsome man, I was there, though, purely for the music. American Idol winner, Phillip Phillips, charmed with his enthusiasm and excitement, seemingly thrilled to be playing such a special venue. His voice and vibe remind me of Dave Matthews and I’ve been guilty of hearing his songs on the radio and attributing them to DMB, much to my son’s dismay. I enjoyed his set and was pretty impressed by his voice as well as his ability to fill the seats as an opener. The place was packed!
Speaking of filling seats, side note to the incredibly entitled girls standing in front of us for most of the opening act: when the entire audience is sitting down in their $80 + seats and you are preventing dozens of people from seeing the performance because you are the only ones standing up, it is obnoxiously rude. Now you know.
And John Mayer? Well, for a guy who has a reputation for being an ass, he was a delight. I caught his show last time around (which I very much enjoyed) and detected a bit more humility Friday night. He was exceedingly complimentary about the audience and the venue and played with a graciousness that was refreshing. I loved his sampling of Marvin Gaye and Jimi Hendrix and his cover of the Dead’s Friend of the Devil was a lot of fun.
Mayer’s last two albums have been a bit of a detour from his previous work, but I really like Born and Raised and his latest effort, Paradise Alley, is growing on me. I’m particularly diggin’ track #3, Waitin’ on the Day and the duet he sings (and co-wrote) with Katy Perry. The sound is definitely different, but I’m kind of enjoying the grown up John Mayer. His guitar skills are as impressive as ever and if you have a chance to catch him, get yourself there. I don’t think you’ll regret it. Here are some pic from the show – it may have been the biggest crowd I saw all season.
Until next summer, SPAC.
I’m not here to talk to you about the likelihood of spotting a leprechaun or the intense greenness of the countryside. No, I’m here to tell you about some things you may not know. For instance, are you familiar with the phrase “going out for a bit of craic?” True confession: the first time I was in Ireland and my cousin suggested we partake in some craic, I was worried. Come to find out that “craic” is a term for fun. This craic isn’t whack – promise.
Another thing that I found confusing are the road signs, particularly one that says “Ramps.” This word refers to neither the entrance or exit to a motorway or those spring onions for which everyone goes crazy. Instead “Ramps” essentially mean speed bumps in the road. You’re welcome.
Most Americans have figured out that chips are fries and crisps are chips, but how about aubergines? Familiar? Well, aubergines are eggplants and they seem to be pretty popular, especially in Asian cuisine and vegetarian dishes. It is a much more elegant word for those purple orbs, don’t you think?
Speaking of colors, it is possible to get a lovely tan in Ireland if you happen to visit during the best summer in years. As a matter of fact, if you neglect to put sunscreen on your feet you just might end up with sunburn on your feet. At least that’s what a leprechaun once told me.
Can I start by saying that pill I took for flying was a BIG mistake? I swear I’ve tolerated sleeping pills, and by “pills” I mean “pill,” but somehow this one knocked me on my arse. I vomited before I even got on the plane, which completely defeated the purpose of the pill which is to sleep instead of getting motion sickness. Thank you for letting me share that with you.
Today was a beach day of sorts. Yes, a beach day in Ireland, I said. We bought an all day family ticket (15 euro) for the DART and hit two beaches south of Dublin and one north. We went to Greystones first, hoping to spot Bono, but the morning fog was pretty soupy and we didn’t have much of a view of anything. We hopped back on the train for one stop and were able to catch a random sunbeam and a delicious gelato in Bray.
While the weather improved as we headed back north, the um, scenery, shall we say, did not. Bray was decidedly seedy, Griffin likened it to Venice Beach, which is a pretty cool comparison to be able to make when you’re 14 friggin years old. Perhaps it was the carnival that was in town? Whatever the reason, we decided to jump back on the DART to try the north side of Dublin for some quality beach time – destination: Howth!
The sun broke firmly through the clouds somewhere along the ride and we exited the train to blazing sunshine and the need for lunch. Howth has a wicked cute pier with numerous food options, all fish related, naturally. We went with the food truck since we are traveling on a budget. My fish and chips was delicious – a thin fillet, crisply fried with a dusting of finely chopped green herbs. Griffin went with the fried calamari and it was perfectly prepared with the thinnest coating of batter and a nice mixture of tentacles and rings. Bellies full, we decided a walk on the beach was in order.
I have to say that the beach area closest to the pier was pretty gross. Lots of random trash and seaweed hugged the shoreline and we had zero interest in dipping our feet in. As we progressed, things began to look more appealing and we braved taking our shoes off only to be shocked by the temperature of the water – brrrrrr! We continued walking and discovered some lovely warm spots where the sand was soft and the water warm enough for us to almost imagine immersing ourselves in the gentle waves. While Greystones was too grey and Bray was too colorful, Howth was just right.
Griffin and I went to a concert.
I anticipated summer and clarified my economic reality with a comment.
And discussed the economic reality of American women, in general.
An imagined dream come true.
There’s an upcoming event you should think about attending.
I had a really, really bad day.
Dads had their day.
And Sally Ride escaped the atmosphere, but didn’t quite get out of the closet.
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Last week my boy crossed the line and said a couple of really mean things to me. I was quite rocked by his lashing out and am expecting an apology. Looks like it might be a while.
During these days of waiting, I’ve been puzzling over his inability to offer a simple “I’m sorry.” As a mom, I can only assume I failed to convey some fundamental component of character to him. I can’t imagine that he doesn’t understand how hurt my feelings were by his words, especially since I’ve mentioned a number of times how hurt my feelings were by his words. I can only conclude that he must not know how to properly apologize.
After arriving at this conclusion, I’ve made several attempts to help him formulate an apology. My initial bid was quietly direct and went something like this: “You know I deserve and expect an apology from you, right?” Response: nothing.
I continued to treat him to my cold shoulder, a technique which I find most males struggle to get beyond, until I took another crack at it prompted by his request to host a sleepover at our house. When I refused to allow him to have a friend spend the night (using a minimum of words, of course), he asked if I would change my mind if he apologized. I told him I wasn’t negotiating with him and gave him an excerpt from Randy Pausch’s The Last Lecture to
absorb read. The topic of the chapter was perfect – it was a discussion about how an insincere apology is more offensive than no apology. End result: nothing.
My most recent foray in eliciting an apology was an appeal to his adolescent need to be popular. I asked him how he thought his friends and their parents would feel about him if they knew the things he had said to me. His response: nothing.
I don’t think my son is a bad kid, nor do I think he truly thinks I am a not-too-smart-female-dog, but I do believe we’re at an impasse. I don’t often dig my heels in because I think parenting is the ultimate pick your battles kind of job, but I know this is a critical lesson he needs to learn and, for that, I’m not apologizing.
Any suggestions or similar experiences you might want to share?
The “jam” in Mountain Jam must be code
for mud, right?
Four of us attended Mountain Jam for what was consecutive year number three and I learned two very important things… the first had something to do with knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that everything will be fine because your oldest friends always have your back. The second was equally practical but involved mud, and boots that no longer kept the mud out. The ultimate message was the friends are for forever and the boots can be replaced. End of story.
One last thing – the crowd at this event was fantastic – peaceful, friendly, fun and colorful as hell. Getting these shots was a joy!