Saturday

Mountain Saturdays are the very best...except now I have this problem where every time I go to a Farmer's Market I want to change my life and become a farmer, selling my goods each weekend.  Seems like it would be a simple way to live.

Alas, societal norms beckon so I have to live out that particular life in my daydreams.

 { blooms }

 { if you aren't eating radishes, you're nuts! }

 { breakfast }

 { market }

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. --R.W. Emerson

That's just the way it is

Since we live in Colorado now, it's no big thing to make margaritas and Mexican food on a Wednesday night while staring at a mountain.  It's just the culture we exist within now, we have no control over it.

Graduation weekend 2011

On Sunday afternoon the man becomes...well, the man just continues to be a man in a bad job market, but anyway, we've decided to ignore those earthly worries for one weekend only and celebrate the end of law school!!! 

It's been grand Williamsburg, Virginia--I'll carry the colonial spirit, or at the very least, the reenactment of that spirit, wherever I go.  It was this time of year three years ago when Corey and I (then just engaged) traveled here to see if William & Mary Law was the one.  The weather was perfect (as it is today), the town was peaceful (we didn't go into the Colonial Foundation section), the dean at the law school talked about the Buffalo Bills with Corey, and the rest is history.   

This Sunday around 2 we'll be gathered by the lake cheering as Corey walks across the stage.  From tortured writer who went to peace rallies in Boston, MA, to small town newspaper reporter, and now to esquire, cute husband has come a long way.

To say I'm proud is an understatement--I've been the one true witness to everything he's had to do these last three years, and I can tell you it's not for the faint of heart.  And despite the fact that legal work is hard to come by these days, I remind myself as often as I can that it's not just about getting a job, it's about doing good work, helping the world in some meaningful way, no matter how small, and I have not a single doubt that Corey will be doing that soon, and in spades.

To relax a little as we wind down here and prepare for loved ones to arrive for the big weekend ahead, I've been setting up photo shoots in my dining room where the light is good around 3pm...and today it was lemons. 

Thanks for reading about our journey thus far, and I hope you'll come along with me to the next thing.

Supermoon over Williamsburg + other weekender scenes

Of course Williamsburg's temps are in the 80s so everyone is happily grilling, sunbathing, and jogging long distances in short shorts.  Holy moly I don't belong here!

Hope the weekend is happy for you so far.

In lieu of wearing green, I ate out of a green bowl this morning. 

Please do not pinch me.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I've been away from the blog for a little while, mostly for lack of inspiration...sometimes in the post-Christmas winter months I get the major blues.  So here's what I've been doing in snapshots.

Drinking coffee in the morning, as always.

 

Packing for trips, trips, trips.... Blacksburg, Virginia, Washington D.C., the wilds of Colorado.

It's amazing how monuments can make you swoon.

 Watching my father cook Persian food...and trying so very desperately to learn how to do it myself.

Drinking Chocolate Ale with my little brother.  Brewed at our favorite local Kansas City brewery, Boulevard, and made with chocolate from our famous local Chocolatier, Christopher Elbow, this special ale was sold out in Kansas City within minutes, but smart little Alex had a hunch it was available at a certain liquor store in Colorado, so he drove there, and bought out their supply.

I don't drink martinis, but I love the way the olives look on the camera.  So I've been taking a lot of shots of martinis.

Singing songs...with Corey on guitar.

The days pass, so many moments to capture, so many tiny little things I want to remind myself not to forget.

Hello from deep within a Saturday

Oh the plight of a law school wife.

Sometimes you lose out to the work at hand.  You try makeup + drying your hair for once, 2 varieties of baked goods within the same 24-hour period, and the piece d'resistance, sweetly offering up a Lord of the Rings marathon night, to no avail.  Like today, a perfectly beautiful January Saturday in Virginia and cute husband has taken off for Washington D.C. to learn about election law...
But, the man IS published, so can I really complain?

Oh you know you just want to read it so bad!

Okay, yes, I've been trying to find a way to brag about this for about 3 weeks now, so sue me....(But remember my husband will be a lawyer in 8 months, so double-check that subpoena!)

More real than the plight of a law school wife is the plight of an army wife, and I just read an excellent collection of short stories that floored me.  It's called You Know When the Men Are Gone by Siobhan Fallon and I can't recommend it highly enough.  It's well-written and meaty--a bit more realistic than the Lifetime show Army Wives, which makes life on a military base seem vaguely glamorous--and I read it in about 2 days, you could probably read it faster.

And now I will return to watching The Office on DVD and drinking coffee.  Saturday chores can wait till, let's say, Wednesday.  Life is hard.