Seattle

The last week and a half Robert and I had the amazing joy of exploring Seattle.  We got back last night, and Robert picked up the dogs this morning.

I am in the throes of doing way too much laundry but also reveling in all the good memories.  It was just about a perfect trip.  The only thing missing was family.  I found myself thinking of a loved one just about every other minute.  I could not bring myself to eat raw oysters for my brother, Scott, however.  There is a line, and eating ocean boogers is well on the other side of the line.

In our down time, mostly while driving, Robert and I talked endlessly about our favorite moments, foods, and places, constantly rearranging the lists as we went.  Seattle is a treasure.

Lists!

Coffee (we saw the first Starbucks and kept walking 😆😂):

1. Anchorhead. Check out this adorable cup:

2. Bri's Beans.  We stayed in Kent and had a good morning routine.  I would do my daily workout and get my work stuff done while Robert got coffee (and sometimes breakfast!).  Not sure how he got his work done too, but that man is a marvel.  Bri's Beans was solid and had a great dirty chai.

3. Cafe Flora.  Everything was excellent there, so it was no surprise their coffee stood out.

4. Anchor House.  Robert said he watched them roast the coffee while he waited.

5. PHIN vietnamese coffee. They make a special dairy-free condensed oat milk!

Books:

1. Arundel - I saw several titles I hadn't heard of before, and the staff were incredibly friendly.  This makes the number one spot, because I found the most books here.  Though I wanted to support the heck out of this bookstore, most of their books, maybe all, were brand spanking new, and I have a soft spot in my heart for art and coffee table books.  I had to put most on my library list.

2. Open Books.  A poetry bookstore!  Everything you could want relating to poetry - poetry itself, books about poets, poetry criticism/manuals/anthologies etc.  They also had both used and new books.  The person there was SO passionate.  They nearly lost their shit when another customer asked a question about a poet.  It was heaven on earth.

3. The Central Library and its bookstore.  The bookstore was just like every other library bookstore.  A treat for the soul.  I am a sucker for literary journals, especially ones I haven't heard of.  One of my goals during each major vacation we take is to subscribe to a new journal.  Just like most people, I love getting presents in the mail.  Getting a handful of literary journals monthly/quarterly is a great way of finding new poets to worship.  At a smaller Seattle library branch I already found a journal to look into, Pontoon, and to my extreme delight, it was on the shelf with other books to checkout.  The small library's poetry section only had about 30 books, and in that mix was a few issues of Pontoon.  It's one of the best feelings in the world to find literary journals within a library's poetry collection.  I'm getting a little sidetracked here, but I can't help it!  

Back to the Central Library bookstore.  I found a few literary journals on the dollar cart before I even stepped into the store.  While I was browsing the dollar cart, Robert was inside buying every adorable book thing they had.  I walked away with some handmade book earrings among other gifts he gave me after we toured the library.  An INCREDIBLE library.  Their poetry section went on and on.  The nonfiction section has this unique architecture where it spiraled around and around (see second picture).  Up and up we went through the Dewey Decimal system.  Such a treat!  I found books I've never heard of and smelled book smells that were so rich with history.  I can't tell you how many times I opened a book and saw checkout slips from the forties (see last picture).  It was paradise on earth.

This was a staff area we accidentally found ourselves in.  Sorry not sorry!

  

4. Lamplight Books in Pike Place Market.  This is where I found the Stanley Kunitz book!

5. Seattle Art Museum.  Robert and I were just kind of meh about the museum, but like any art gift shop, they had piles and piles of beautiful books.  Once again, lots of books to find at the library later.

Food:

1. Cafe Flora (also in Robert's top 5).  This just became my new favorite restaurant.  It beat out Guerilla Bizkit in Nashville, Genghis Khan/Blue Koi here in KC, and Tumerico in Tucson.  Everything we ate at Cafe Flora was complete bliss, incredibly thoughtful, and classic.  They served breakfast, lunch, and dinner and have both vegan and vegetarian food.  I had something that I didn't realize was the vegan version of chicken and waffles or I wouldn't have gotten it.  It was oyster mushrooms, pakora, and the best waffle I've ever eaten in my life (and it was both vegan and gluten-free).  We ate at Cafe Flora three times, tried their bakery (which was just ok), and even ate at their Floret location in the airport before heading home.  Best food I've ever had.  Sorry Grandma!

2.  I ate a lot of seafood.  Every time I saw cioppino on a menu, I had to have it.  Picking the meat out of mussels is not something I get to do in Kansas City.  It's both a stew and treasure hunt.  The best one was at Duke's Seafood (also in Robert's top 5) because it had vegetables in it too.  The other cioppinos I tried would have beat Duke's, but no veggies!  We ate a lot of sourdough in Seattle.  Duke's also had a stellar sourdough too.  We ate at Duke's twice, so we had the opportunity to try several things.  They had a seasonal salad that had both salmon and shrimp plus dried coconut, pineapple, and the first purple cabbage in a salad I didn't pick out.  It was weirdly delicious, super thick with its own flavor.

3.  Vegan mac and cheese from Bang Bang Cafe, but the mac and cheese I make at home is better.  Even though my mac and cheese is better, I always learn something from trying other mac and cheeses.  After trying Bang Bang's, I plan on dumping in some chilies or jalapeños in my next batch.  

4. Japonessa Sushi Cocina (also in Robert's top 5).  Though we saw it on other menus later, this place introduced me to what is now the holy grail of sushi - the salmon sampler.  Unlike other sushi places, their sushi sampler did not include seared salmon, which I think is an atrocity.

5. Frankie & Jos/Yonder Cider.  Frankie & Jos was one of the few places on my list prior to learning we were going to Seattle.  It deserves the hype.  It's a vegan ice cream place with only a handful of rotating flavors, some a little out of the norm like chocolate tahini.  The strawberry was the best strawberry I've had in a long time, and they had vegan waffle cones too!  I tried a few hard ciders here and there.  Yonder came up a couple times, so we decided to check out their taproom.  I love a good flight (or two)!  We may have bought a few six packs to share with our employees.

 

Robert and I have a tendency to cram a lot into a vacation.  When we were in the habit of taking a couple vacations a year, we did both relaxing vacations and vacations that were completely packed.  Sometimes we did a mixture of both.  This was our first vacation in a year, and we chose one of the coolest places to visit.  I did a lot of research and planning the last few months to make sure we weren't missing too much.  We did a lot of things, and honestly the only place we were just meh about was the Seattle Art Museum, but even then we were glad we went.  Tara Donovan has an exhibit there right now, and her exhibit is totally worth it.  There's even a spot to touch and feel the materials she uses and also for visitors to try their hands at making something out of those materials.

We went to the top of the Space Needle (pictures 1, 2, and baby space needle 3), oohed and ahhed our way through the Chihuly Garden and Glass (pics 4-7), took a Boeing factory tour (In Robert's top 5), walked through lots of planes at The Museum of Flight (In Robert's top 5), hung out at Ballard Locks, shopped at several places (bead store, gift stores, even the Microsoft store), hiked Mt. Ranier, spent some time on the water, hung out with whales (though they probably didn't know this), and saw as much as we could, but we know we there is much more to do and can't wait to go back.

Here are some pictures of my treasures (minus gifts, no peeksies).  The first pic is our haul from our first visit to Pike Place Market.  Pic #2 is mostly from Greenwood's Seattle Recreative (more in a bit).  Pic #3 is from our second trip to Pike Place Market and our book crawl to multiple bookstores.  Pic #4 is our goodies from the Space Needle, Chihuly Garden and Glass, and the Microsoft store.  I found a delightful excel mug that says, "Making Sheet Happen Since 1985."  Though we're both Excel fans, we had no idea it came out the year I was born.  We had a little fun looking into Microsoft programs one of the times we got stuck in traffic.  The last pic is our haul from Georgetown's Seattle Recreative (didn't even make a dent in their beads!) and The Library Bookstore.  They probably had to restock after Robert came through.  He got me earrings, a necklace, notebook, and coaster.  😂  Can't tell you what all the love languages are, but buying me many gifts from a library bookstore is one of mine.

Here is my top five list of favorite things we did:

5. Hot tub boating (Also in Robert's top 5).  After stumbling upon this unique type of boating in a pamphlet, I jokingly mentioned it to Robert.  He immediately booked us a boat.  It was a little toasty but gave us an entirely different perspective of Seattle.  We saw so many types of boats while we were out on the water, we ended up making a top five list of boats we would like to try when we visit the next time.  At the top of my list is a donut boat, which was the most adorable boat.  The hot tub boat had some space to sit outside of the hot tub.  It was the most delicious thing to have one foot in the cold water and the other in the hot tub.  This made both of our top five list, and we both highly recommend it.

  

4.  Pike Place Market.  This is a giant tourist trap, and it's SO worth it.  Fish throwing, shops of every kind, people watching, and wonderful food.  We only had a couple of musts on the Pike Place Market, so we attempted to go once and cross them off the list.  We ended up going back again!  Prior to taking the trip to Seattle I had only a few things on the list: whales, Mt. Rainier, a vegan ice cream place, many hiking places around Seattle, and a psychic chicken in Pike Place Market.  Seriously!  We found the chicken and so much more! Robert got to try chowder from Pike's Place Chowder (which also had a vegan chowder), there was a tarot store with about a hundred OPEN decks where you could actually touch and look at all the cards, a bookstore where I found a Stanley Kunitz book I've never heard of, a chocolate covered cherries mecca, and a cider place with about 15 ciders to try.  We had such a blast trying foods and shopping.  I found a fair amount of gifts for family and friends.  We actually had to mail a box of goodies home!  Sadly, the psychic chicken couldn't go home with me. 

3.  Seattle Recreative.  Seattle and the surrounding area has a few craft recycling places, including Seattle Recreative, which has two locations.  I enjoyed both and was really impressed with how much junk they saved, even shoulder and bra pads!  That's a new one for me.  I thought the Greenwood location was fun, but Georgetown was epic.  I found so many charms and beads I will be set for a really long time.  I can't wait to dig through and sort them all.

2.  Mt. Rainier (Also in Robert's top five).  We were a little bummed that some of the all-day excursions we planned were just not doable.  There are a handful of places that will need to be entire trips for each place.  Traffic is no joke and not predictable.  We've traveled to a few places with heavy traffic.  Los Angeles and Dallas come to mind.  I remember being completely absorbed in wandering the garment district in Los Angles, Robert nowhere in sight.  Suddenly he appeared and said, "We have to leave now."  Sounds like the beginning of a horror movie, right?  Nope, just LA traffic, which was fairly predictable.  Another five minutes in the garment district would put us back at the Airbnb an hour or even two hours later.  Seattle had no predictability.  The map would say 20 minutes to go 8 or 9 miles but then change before our very eyes to 40, back to 20, up to 40 again.  It was wild.

Thankfully, Mt. Rainier was attainable.  It does deserve more than a day and is back on our list with a note to stay closer.  I've been before but it lived at the far reaches of memory.  It's a beautiful area, even during the haze from surrounding fires.  We took the gondola, which is a must.  It was so dang peaceful and magnificent.  We also hiked a few of the Sunrise trails, which were perfect for my FIRST TIME HIKING since the achilles injury.  They were steep but either dirt packed or paved, and Robert and I just took our sweet time doing the hills.  It was incredibly beautiful.  I can't wait to go back and tackle some of the crazier trails.  I also can't wait to hike again.  Mt. Rainier lit a fire in me to put some bucket list items back on the list.  I've been so cautious and exploring Mt. Rainier reminded me the risk is worth it.

1. Whales! Robert's #1 too! We did a whale tour through Blue Kingdom, and they are exceptional people.  Our guide was incredibly knowledgeable and passionate, and the person driving the boat did a wonderful job making the ride as smooth as possible.  They provided coveralls, coats, binoculars, goggles, and gloves for the boat ride.  We did not see other tours doing this.  Our tour was on a small, open boat, and Robert and I had the luck and great pleasure of sitting at the very front.  We were great wind blockers for the rest of the passengers!  After much research and talking to others, we were hopeful we would get to see whales, but we knew it was more likely we would not.  

We not only saw whales, we got to see three orca whale families, hang out with each family for a while, learn their ancestry, what made them unique, and even their names and nicknames!  The first family we saw really spoke to me.  It was a brother and sister duo.  The brother, Sequoia, was born in 1986!  We also saw a mother and three of her kids and a mother and son duo.  

The boat ride itself was everything.  Nothing beats being on a boat that's not going too fast, gracefully riding the waves, the wind sloughing off months, maybe years of stress.  But we saw whales!  We could hear them exhaling through their blow holes and learned what made each of their dorsal fins unique!  We even smelled one of their kills, not something I ever thought about prior to that day.  We saw seals, including a mother nursing her pup and sea lions jumping on and off a buoy.  Stalwart folks take a note.  2400 pounds of braggart sea lion leaping and hauling itself up on a buoy six feet out of the water like it's nothing.  Brawn and grace.  Beautiful.

After the tour we all headed back inside the shop to take off our many layers and look at the genealogy of the three orca families we saw.  The guide also shared a map of where we went and some items she had collected on her journey - baleen from a whale's mouth, a seal whisker, and elephant seal fur.  

And that's not all!  The guide took pictures the entire trip and told us she would send us the pictures later.  She not only sent the pictures, which I'll share a couple here, she also sent us the nicknames of the whales again along with their formal names.

It was a once in a lifetime experience I'll be carrying with me for the rest of my days.

When I opened this picture just now I realized the guy behind us wasn't wearing any gear at all.  There were a couple passengers who had just done whale watching in Iceland this past February, and despite much encouragement from the guide, they did not suit up because they did not suit up in Iceland.  But I was very glad for the gear.  Nice and toasty the whole time and the goggles saved my contacts from drying out.

Here is one of the genealogy charts plus the map of where we went:

Like that beautiful, confident sea lion who threw himself on the buoy, I'm ready to throw myself back into my life.  I've got enough good energy and joy to get me by for quite some time.  I'm ready to kill it at PT.  Ready to get our CRM launched at work.  Ready to work with the designers to get more of their magic creeping through our showroom (they held the fort down like nobody's business while I was gone and already started making a few samples).  Ready to jog like there's no tomorrow.  Put a new twist on my mac and cheese.  Turn some memories into art.  Listen to the whales in those quiet moments before sleep.  Swim with the dogs before summer is over.  Plan the next trip with my nerd.  Read everything once all our treasures come in the mail.  Hike again!  Try some new things and be ready for tennis when it comes.

more reviews

More reviews!  I'm caught up after this but reading a couple promising books!

Charm City Rocks by Matthew Norman (Adult Fiction)

The premise is completely wackadoodle with equally bizarre moments like Billy living with his rockstar girlfriend above his ex-wife’s garage.

The characters, despite or perhaps because of their flaws, were easy to get invested in. Billy's son, Caleb, who loves his dad so much he pretends to be a teenage fangirl to get a meet and greet with the rockstar his dad has forever been in love with. Margot, the rockstar, who is initially ashamed to be set up by this goofy, lovable kid, but somehow finds her way back to herself through this strange meet and greet. Billy, who is just a goofy, likable guy hiding a serious regret. Billy’s ex-wife, Robyn and her husband Aaron, who are on their own weird little journeys of self-discovery. Both Billy and Robyn together, because partners who split, are always tied together when there’s a kid involved. Even though Billy and Robyn haven’t been together in a long time and have been friends throughout Caleb’s childhood, they are finally working through unresolved issues. And we can’t forget the side characters, who I enjoyed as much as the main characters – the pretzel guy, Gustavo, Margot’s daughter, Poppy, and Margot’s ex, who shows up at Robyn and Aaron’s house to win back Margot, who is of course living with Billy above the garage.

So yes, I was totally scooped up in the weird plot and interesting characters, not to mention the hilarious moments created from these characters being in each other’s orbit during this book’s strange journey. I can’t tell if my husband was sad or relieved when I finished this, because I probably read a quarter of the book out loud to him. Whenever I would say “hey, you gotta hear this,” my husband would sigh (obviously irritated) but also ask if they moved the piano again (clearly invested).

Please Pay Attention by Jamie Sumner (Juvenile Fiction)

I knew I was going to love this book when I saw the bit about therapeutic horseback riding in the blurb. What I didn't expect was to love the characters so much, especially Max, Lucy, and Aaron, and their incredible support and love for the main character, Bea.

I almost didn't read this, because it's a super tough topic (a school shooting) and told from the perspective of someone in a wheelchair who felt helpless to defend herself, but I'm glad I read it. I was absolutely smitten with Bea, how she worked her way through her grief using not just the strength of others and her special horse, Dumpling, but by using her own strength, which was there all along.

This is also written in poetry format, which I have mixed feelings about. I thought the poetry format worked really well. There were some special line breaks and a few moments here and there where the poetry format made the words stronger.

Favorite moments:

"because that's how Mrs. Cannelli is,

soothing like clothes right out of the dryer..."

Talking about Dumpling:

"When he breathes out,

my legs stretch,

and when he looks down,

I dip forward,

and when I pat his neck and say, "Good job,"

he huffs with happiness."

"Horses are intuitive creatures,"

she says, running a hand down his neck.

"You can't steer them like a car.

They read your emotions

and reflect them back to you

like mirrors."

Music and Silence: The Passion and Protest of Pablo Casals by Christy Mihaly and illustrated by Mariona Cabassa (Nonfiction Picture Book)

I have never heard of Pablo Casals, and I'm so glad this book was introduction to learning about him. I appreciated how he used his unique skills to stand up to a dictator. He had such a rocky life but music was his constant companion, even in his silence.

The illustrations have so much movement, color, and passion. Capturing such an incredible person had to feel like such a tremendous undertaking, and yet the illustrator not only does this, she also captures his music as well. All the moody purples here and there depicting how multifaceted strength is - a tree standing tall, birds of hope flying the same skies as the bombs tearing through the beauty. But also the explosion of bright colors, even in the clothes of the refugees fleeing Spain. The colors held all the emotions just like Casals' music.

Tart

A new embroidery piece.  A just because I'm feeling these colors piece.

Reviews

Reviews!  It's been a minute since I've done any, and I've got a few books to share.

Loon Point by Carrie Classon (Adult Fiction)

Though I was appalled by how much Lizzie was yanked around by her mother, and Wendell's character completely drug me down each time he had a chapter, I still found myself giving this book a higher rating.

Lizzie's mom is an addict. When a loved one is an addict there are good days and bad days. If we are lucky, they fight the addiction and come out in one piece, but usually over a bumpy, extended period of time. Lizzie's experience is sadly on the realistic side of things. Lizzie doesn't just get to go live in a stable environment where she is loved and taken care of. She's back and forth between the two worlds living a life no child should have to live. But she is an incredibly resilient character who has an angel of a dog looking out for her every step of her journey.

Wendell reminded me too much of a loved one. My loved one is forever stuck in a bitter place where they are always better than everyone else and no amount of kindness will ever uproot them from their place of paranoia and unhappiness. Wendell, however, may be a different story. He is a late bloomer. He started to come around with a bit of connection, nurturing, and a unicorn notebook. Hey maybe that's what every deeply unhappy person needs to turn their life around - a unicorn notebook!

So why did I give this book a higher rating? Well, my crusty old heart found comfort in Norry's resort. Each time Lizzie found herself at Norry's, I was deeply relieved and I couldn't leave the book until I knew Lizzie was safe. Norry is quite the character. She took over her father's resort. She takes people in. She's self-reliant but also finds herself realizing she's missing connection with others. I also loved the dog's character too, how he kept Lizzie going in the blizzard and knew when she got off the bus. Details like that kept me completely invested and unable to walk away.

Stay for a Spell by Amy Coombe (Adult Fiction)

It is end of July, but there is a clear theme in the books I’ve loved this year. They have been so stinking cute! Cute, cute, cute! It could be dystopians, death, and betrayal the rest of the year, and I would be completely unaffected by it, because of all the adorable, lovely things I’ve read so far.

Stay for a Spell is cozy, hilarious, and has plenty of magic, bookstore details, and interesting characters (a cat with tentacles!). In addition to the main character, a princess cursed to live in a bookstore until she discovers what makes her happy, there’s also a cursed barn pirate who has an ironic water curse and cannot be near large bodies of water.

Sometimes I form strong visuals of characters in my mind and sometimes there’s just nothing. I couldn’t really picture the main character, but whenever I thought of the barn pirate, either Carlos Santana or Mandy Patinkin’s Montoya character from Princess Bride would come to mind. When I realized this was happening, I would have such a huge laughing fit. I am now going to pay more attention to who I’m mentally seeing as a character and whether anyone else is on the same page.

Shockingly, Carlos Santana AKA Inigo Montoya AKA barn pirate was a supremely irritating character. He was lazy, uninvolved, and couldn’t have a serious conversation to save his life. Despite my complete dislike for him, I still thoroughly enjoyed this story and really liked Tandy and Sasha’s characters. I appreciated and understood Tandy’s struggle between familial/kingdom commitments and her happiness, which had nothing to do with these commitments and everything to do with planting herself in a community where she could settle and make connections. Sasha was just a complete ray of sunshine. This book would have been nothing without her character.

In addition to Sasha’s character, the details really made this a stellar read. Librarian bluecaps who knew how to find anything that could be found, a cat that was neither here nor there but was an undeniable comfort, the bookstore, which was almost a character itself.

I also jotted down words I wasn’t familiar with prior to reading this book – imprecation, doddle, deshabille…Each one a complete delight.

Each prince who comes to kiss and break Tandy’s curse is an absolute treat. Eventually they all ran together for me, but the moments with the princes had me laughing about ten times the amount of kisses Tandy received. In the acknowledgements, the author talks about how she wrote this book during the sleepness nights of her mother's cancer diagnosis and treatment, and I immediately thought of the princes. I do hope that on the worst days the author was like, "I've had the shittiest day. I'm creating another prince to help me through it."

Some of the princes’ dialogue had me hooting out loud, almost in tears:

“I’ve been on the road since receiving your parents’ desperate missive, and must partake of refreshment, and wash the dust from my boots, before we sanctify our tender union.”

Towards the end I was ready to push Barn Pirate down the stairs. If only there was reader magic to do so! Tandy’s parents also had me hardcore rolling my eyes at the end, and I was a little mystified by the boy band booksellers the seven princes had become, but the book left me wanting more. Really, I just want to read the story of Sasha and Amaritha, whatever they do next, as long as the bluecaps are along for the ride.

The Best Dog in the World by various authors (Adult Nonfiction)

Well, another cute book here. A devastating book, as I’m sure you surmised from seeing the handful of authors listed on the cover and the promise of a dog essay from each of them. But also, dogs, so definitely cute.

I didn’t love every essay, but the ones I loved had my heart soaring and me sobbing into my dogs’ fur. My dogs are always mystified by random crying but open to any affection, even the sloppy kind.

The book begins with Emily Henry’s essay about her dog, Dottie. Emily Henry lets her readers know right off the bat that it’s a full-circle essay, but that didn’t stop me from finishing the essay.

Emily Henry writes, “So here it is. The way this fits into my theory of everything, the thing this depressing essay has in common with all my romantic comedies and everything else I’ve ever written: We are so fucking lucky to get to love someone so much that it tears a hole in the world when they’re gone. The dog dies at the end. The dog dies at the end and it breaks your heart, and you wouldn’t change anything. Not one moment.”

Bonnie Garmus has the absolute BEST essay in this book. Bonnie does an extraordinary job bringing her dog’s character to life. When her dog, who started life with the name, Cake Angel, expresses herself, I see so much of her in my dog, Margo, who has given me an encyclopedia of stares communicating language that has me relieved she can’t speak English.

I also liked a moment from Jodi Piccoult’s essay when she writes about her dog, Alvin. “There was no question that Alvin suffered our existence.” I have never found the right words to explain exactly this. I love Margo to death. We get along pretty well, and when we don’t, she lets me know about it. But I’ve always wondered if we weren’t meant to be her people. We are so beneath her!

This is one of those sayings that will make your eyes roll, but it’s true for this book. You will laugh. You will cry. You will see so much of yourself and your dogs in these essays. And you will feel ever so grateful for the short time we have with some of our most valuable teachers. Even the ones who want to murder us in our sleep but don’t, because they know they can probably convince us to take them for a walk to the cookie library the next day.

everything from silkies to blankies

Going to try to do a weekly best moments kind of thing.  Although the next two weeks will be tough so no promises for a bit.  😆💩

Not sure who is a fan of The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy, but he wrote a new book.  I didn't love it like the first one, but I still enjoyed a few snippets here and there.  There was one page that was a great reminder of my achilles journey.

On that note, I officially reached level one of my return to jogging plan.  I didn't realize that when I was given the jogging plan my physical therapist wrote a level just for me.  Level 0!  When I was ready to move on to the next level (finally!) I saw the note on the sheet and had a pretty big laugh.  This is going to be quite the journey if level 0 kicked my patootie. 😂

I have not moved from a 16 something minute mile, but man I'm proud of it.  Prior to jogging I was doing 20-22 minutes, sometimes slower.  I am definitely moving faster.

Work has been much more manageable for everyone.  I am officially feeling like I can sink into the work and really enjoy the customers, my coworkers, and the incredible work created in our shop.  One of my recent favorite interactions was a small order but oh so big on charm.  A proud grandmother wanted some custom ribbons for her granddaughter who won some awards with her silkie chicken but did not get any ribbons.  One evening, as I was scrolling through emails and mockups I had the delight of seeing the initial mockup that one of the designers sent the customer.  It was too good not to do a quick screenshot for my gratitude journal.  

I had some lovely moments this week.  I ordered a cafeteria tray for myself at work.  I chose the one that had the most slots (five!) and have been having the best time choosing my five things each lunch.  I'm a kraut/kimchi/all things fermented person, and it makes for a happy gut.  I no longer worry about my very different pickled things touching each other.

I had a particularly tough PT session on Friday.  I walked out in the pouring rain and slothed my way to my car.  There was a familiar-looking car next to mine.  It was Robert!  He brought me a treasured cereal milk latte, which is a weekend only drink.  Robert said he was sad when he heard it was weekend only, but then the barista said that they count Friday as the weekend.  Heck yea!

I also designed my first keyboard ever!  I happen to know a keyboard geek, Josh who has made a handful of keyboards over the years.  He is not only a childhood friend of Robert's, but he also works with him.  He helped me customize a keyboard, everything from layout to how clackety clacking loud I wanted the keys to sound (Loud of course!).  The best part was picking the key colors.  I wanted to do a somewhat random layout.  It's very nerdy how I got a random layout so I won't go into all the details, but once I had all the colors, I was able to go key by key and make small adjustments.  I don't have the actual keyboard yet, but I took a picture of of one of the random sets of colors.

Lastly (it's been a big week), Robert and I bought a blankie just for Josie and put it on her living room dog bed.  Josie is one of those special dogs that digs around in blankets to make a nest (dogs who do this are THE CUTEST).  I've been on the lookout for something that's easy to clean, as close to golden retriever in color as possible, and also still snuggly.  We found the perfect blankie!  Naturally, Margo, who has an entire boat for her dog bed, took one look at the blankie and didn't understand that it was for Josie.  For a couple days, Margo, who loves her boat bed more than she loves her humans, only laid in Josie's bed.  Robert and I were a little grumpy about this but did not intervene.  Finally, at the end of the week, we walked into the living room and saw that Josie was fast asleep on her bed.  The only downside is that she just thinks it's an additional bed to move around.  We already have rugs everywhere for the dogs.  Now, more than half our living room floor is a patchwork of dog beds. 

Here is our lovely jerk of a dog, Margo claiming Josie's bed. 

And finally, Josie taking what's hers! (And Robert's foot)

We live very exciting lives here. 😆