Monday, July 22, 2013

Missing Popham Beach

I keep expecting each cool breeze to carry salt and sting, but there’s no scent.

I can’t see the storm gathering, miles away, over the open bay; there are too many houses here.

My shins are lacking bug bites from humid walks in woods. There are no old forts here to explore, with new graffiti and less structure every year.

There is too much water-pressure in the shower, not enough sand around the drain.

I haven’t tried to run in sand recently, felt vertigo from moving shorelines, or waded through the pulling tide. I haven’t read the memorial stone of the man who drowned near this small island in years.

I don’t smell like sun screen and sweat.

My hair isn’t stiff from sea air.

I’m not a kid anymore.

This isn’t vacation.



Link love

Love & marriage are probably going to be a bit of a theme around here for a little while. Not sorry. It’s on my mind :).

  • 15 ways to stay married 15 years – I immediately loved these points with #1. Trying to resolve an argument before going to sleep (especially with the argument was late at night) has NEVER BEEN A GOOD IDEA (for me). I always feel better about a situation, or at least less volatile, after I’ve gotten some rest. Some of the points were less obvious to me, but are things I hope to take to heart.
  • I want this shirt – ONeill Womens Skins Long Sleeve Crew Black White – Medium (affiliate link, but no I’m not asking you to buy it for me). It’s funny that I never thoguht of this before. I want more tattoos and I worry a lot about fading my owl & eagle tattoo with sunlight while swimming or on my infrequent beach trips. I don’t like dealing with cover-ups, but this shirt would allow me to swim and sun freely without worry. Less sunscreen = less hassle. Plus, these kinds of shirts are great for anyone who doesn’t feel confident shirtless, but wants to swim without getting their regular clothes all wet. Swimming in t-shirts is a bit silly, in my opinion.
  • I don’t have celiac disease, but I am definitely gluten sensitive. I got a bit lazy about my usual gluten-free diet for the past few months. Part of it was just to keep myself from stressing out about anything unnecessarily as we approached the surprise wedding. It can be a hassle to find food/make meals that are interesting & filling that don’t cause me discomfort, sometimes. Ordering dinner out is my biggest challenge, as there aren’t a lot of gluten-free options and when I’m feeling lazy enough to order out, I’ll often just say screw it and get something with wheat. I started experiencing some intense joint pain all over my body a few weeks ago and started back on a strictly gluten-free diet 6 days ago. It only took a few days for the joint pain to go away. Staying grain-free with minimal starches keeps bloat away too. My gut is all kinds of screwy.
  • A recipe! OMG is right, this looks really good. Look at it.

Monday, July 15, 2013

Initial reflections: weddings, love, shock


The outpouring of love that comes with a wedding is an incredible thing to be a part of. Now, I’m lucky enough to be on the receiving end.


I’m married now. Can you believe it? I barely can. It took me long enough to adjust to the idea of having a fiancĂ©. My boyfriend was suddenly packaged with this promise of something even more. There’s so much promise for the future. He’s my husband. Getting married was exactly what I wanted it to be. I’ve tried many times to capture the whole concept in words, but it’s just too complex. It’s too wrapped up in who we are as people, our values, and who we are as a couple.

Now, it’s even LEGALLY BINDING.

Holy whatever. I’m psyched to file taxes next year.

The photos are trickling in, mostly from one person so far, but the wedding-haze that surrounds my memories is lifted a little even from this brief glimpse into what it looked like on the other side of the pool.

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The look on everyone’s face when we told them what was about to happen was priceless. I hope there are pictures of that. People left their jaws hanging for quite a while, and there were a few tears. Not from Baba, though. I was expecting her to freak out, but I think that was mostly from my anxiety. She took it very well and was completely ecstatic. I’m just so damn happy that she could make it. I’m just so damn happy. I choked up a bit when my mother-in-law (!!!!! I have one now!!!!) and my mom teared up. I think my dad went into shock. He may still be in shock. He reminded me that he and my mother got married maybe 50 feet from where we stood, in the dining room of the first house I lived in. Have I ever mentioned that we literally moved right around the corner? I remember getting caught sitting in my parents’ bedroom window, legs dangling outside, watching our former neighbors swim in what is now our pool.

Some folks couldn’t make it to the engagement-party-turned-surprise-wedding and I do feel bad that we couldn’t risk telling them about our big secret! I hope we can have another huge party, maybe a little more formal, definitely with some dancing, later down the line, and that everyone we want there can be there. We’ll see what life brings.


The past few months have been stressful for many reasons, including to an extent, the keeping of the greatest secret I have had yet. It is such a relief to know that our journey has started and our friends and family have our backs.

(photos courtesy of Anders O and Sam P)

Friday, July 12, 2013

Thanks for unusual little things

A few nights ago, Hulky and I took a late-night grocery run. A new Stop & Shop just opened up very close to us, so we were enjoying that convenience while picking up some treats & groceries. We often use the self check-out line and we got in behind someone who had a relatively empty basket. The young man, who appeared to be around our age, was talking on his iPhone while scanning his items and seemed to be having trouble checking out. He got his vegetables scanned in just fine, using the search function on the touch screen, but he kept flipping over the bag of lettuce, searching for the bar code and trying to scan the front of the bag, unsuccessfully.

Eventually (it had been several minutes on that bag, he seemed very confused and only slightly distracted by the phone call), I leaned over, instructed him to flip it over, and pointed out the bar code to scan. He thanked me, continued scanning, but asked if I knew how to scan his Stop & Shop card at the end of the order. I demonstrated the motion of waving the card over the scanner, while telling him just to pass it over the scanner, and he scanned it successfully. He thanked me again, bagged his groceries, and left.

It was a very weird experience.

Was he stoned out of his mind, or did was he unfamiliar with how to buy groceries?

Since he had a card, but didn’t know how to use it, I think maybe he borrowed someone else’s and does not usually buy his own groceries. It doesn’t really matter though. Best of luck to him.

It made me feel very grateful for knowing how to do something that seemed so basic to me. Thanks, Mama, for bringing us grocery shopping with you when we were little. I never thought that this was a skill someone might have to learn, so I guess I learned something from that.

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

I love bicycling to work


  • because even if I am dragging in the morning, the ride in perks me up.
  • because a bad mood gets swept away with sweat, adrenaline, and the focus on burning muscles.
  • because my thighs are amazing.
  • because I am given the opportunity to be impressed with my resolve and my body.
  • because it gives me something more tangible to be proud of.
  • because it saves money on gas/insurance/registration for another vehicle (yes, I know we have a second car, but it’s not being used right now anyway…).
  • because it makes me feel self-sufficient.
  • because a bike is so easy to maintain.
  • because it makes me feel a bit badass.