The Friday Five!
1. I’m writing this from the fellowship hall of my daughter’s preschool, which is big and quiet and has super fast internet, so it’s quickly become one of my favorite satellite offices. Downstairs, her class is having their annual Hibernation Day, and I’m pretty much in sugar shock from the cuteness. It’s the best tradition: every year at this time, there’s one day where everyone wears their pajamas to school, they put out big tents everywhere, and the preschool director makes pancakes for snack, tossing them high in the air as she does so. It’s just so freaking sweet, and it makes me realize how much I’m going to miss this place next year when my kid moves on to kindergarten. Is it weird that I am super anxious about the transition to Real School? I am trying not to pass this nervousness onto her, but at times I wish she could stay super little forever. Ah, the tug and push of parenthood. Never easy. I think I’d feel better if I was in my pajamas.
2. Last night, we went out with our friend Heather to a local restaurant. Heather’s a bartender at one of our favorite places, Peccadillo, and basically knows EVERYTHING about wine. I am on the other end of the spectrum. I love wine, and basically will drink just about anything you put in front of me, from Ernest and Julio to a forty dollar bottle. I am clueless when it comes to all these terms Heather was using to describe these various reds we were tasting, not to mention how she was able to sense a difference in the wine after it had been open awhile. They were all lovely to me, but again, my standards are low. I guess. Someday I will learn about wine, just as I will get more gourmet with my food and learn another language. I just need, you know, some spare time. Where is that, again?
3. Speaking of food and drink, the Superbowl is this weekend. I am not a football fan, but I love any excuse to eat and imbibe, and this is basically the pinnacle of allowed gluttony. Case in point: on GMA the other day, they were making a 47 layer dip that I first saw featured on Buzzfeed. They were literally assembling it in a food prep BUCKET, the kind I remember from my restaurant days. Which prompted my husband, who is always drawn to GMA when they are featuring animals or food, to say, “I just don’t know about a snack you have to eat from a bucket.” True that. Still, I was intrigued. But how do you even dig DOWN 47 layers? NO chip can take that! Personally, I’m planning chili for Sunday, along with maybe some pigs in a blanket and nachos. But there is still time for more of a menu. Okay, now I’m hungry. Moving on…
4. As I write this, I am waiting for word about my cousin Deborah, who, if all goes well, will be getting a lung transplant today. She’s been on the list for a long time, and we got the word early this morning that they’d received the call. Her sister, my cousin Erika, just had two transplants in the last year for the same condition, pulmonary fibrosis, a disease that causes scar tissue to build up in the lungs. I’ve always been an organ donor, and seeing what miracles have happened for my family because others have made the same choice has been really enlightening. Of course, a lung becoming available is only the first step: it has to be viable, the transplant must go well, and there is recovery and the fear of rejection. But for now, I am just thinking the best thoughts I can for Deb and praying for her family. If you have a second to do the same, I know it would be much appreciated.
5. Finally, we are in the final days of counting down to our big family trip to Austin, TX, where my husband is running the Austin Marathon. This is his fourth one (I think?) but the first my daughter and I have tagged along on since she was born. Marathon prep is NOT for wimps. For the past few months, he’s been doing these daily runs, with a few off days, and SUPER long runs on Sundays (last week, 23 miles. TWENTY THREE!). It makes him achy and cranky and he’s stressed about his times, but he still swears he’s doing it for fun. Really? I will never truly understand the runner’s mentality, which is why I am a treadmill-while-watching-Bravo-long-run-is-three-miles kind of gal. Which is just fine. I don’t have tattoos, either: that’s this thing as well. But I AM excited about Austin, where I have been twice for work but never for fun. If anyone reading this has good suggestions for what to do with an active five year old there—preferably near downtown, as we won’t have a car—please leave a comment. I am thinking Duckboats, but am not sure of anything else. Any and all TX native advice is WELCOME. Thanks in advance!
Have a good weekend, everyone!