I realize it’s Wednesday. Here’s the thing. When you never have a Saturday off, and you haven’t spent quality time with your boyfriend in approximately three weeks, you tend to ignore things like blogging and responding to text messages. Also, honestly, my current schedule is a little stress-inducing. I have very little downtime, these days, and I spend most of it sleeping.
I’m alive. I had a great birthday. Twenty-nine is pretty special.
On Saturday, Shauna and I wandered downtown to explore Apple Harvest Day. We discovered a new-to-us bakery in the mill (Mill Eats), toured a soon-to-be-open community supported brew pub (7th Settlement), and I found a local vendor who carries Hurraw! lip balm (The Axiom Way). I also bought myself some lovely birthday presents.
Tyler’s Sweet Revenge is made here in Dover. The raspberry jalapeno is mostly sweet with a little kick. I want to smother Common Crackers with it, but they are not actually very common here. Because New Hampshire.
I also picked up a Laura Berger print from Artstream, and a pair of pottery earrings from Old Bottle Sea Glass. And I ate a fresh apple cider donut. And two pieces of small batch salted caramel. And probably some other things I forget about.
On Sunday night, Tj and I had a quiet celebratory dinner at Five-O in Ogunquit. No photos, but:
girl: baby spinach with apple, gorgonzola, crisp prosciutto, mulled cider vinaigrette / seared local hake with baby brussel sprouts, pancetta, sweet potato, parsnip puree / sparkling pineapple martini (which included champagne and St. Germain) / citrus cheesecake
boy: young lettuces with toasted pecans, pear, lemon honey vinaigrette / acorn squash tortellini with spiced apple, currants, browned butter / blueberry tart
It was nice to go before they close for the season at the end of the month. There are a couple other restaurants on the coast that we’d like to hit up before snow comes. Tj’s pasta was almost like eating a dessert, but it was so good. I definitely want to give homemade pasta another try, this winter. Last year (or the year before?), we made some raviolis, but it was a very amateur event. As in, the pasta was both rolled and cut with pint glasses.
Birthday books (always birthday books!) included: Bill Bryson’s newest, One Summer: America 1927 (from Tj) and A Humement (from Tj’s mum and dad). I’m also thinking of picking up Doomed for my kindle, and this beauty is coming in the mail (also from Tj). My dad sent me a sweet, sweet poem (I mentioned this, but will likely continue to mention because I can’t even), which I am currently looking into framing.
I just want to reiterate that having an entire weekend away from work was the nicest, and really the best gift I could have given myself. While I enjoy normally having a weekday off to get things done, I do love the easy kind of joy a real weekend provides.
If you’re my dad (you’re not) and you happen to be reading this (you aren’t), spoiler alert!
I had a really difficult time coming up with a gift for Father’s Day, this year. Gifts for my father are always something of a puzzle for me; he is a man full of surprises. I once picked up this book for him as a last minute extra, and he was literally in tears laughing and would not put it down. He pretty much ignored the rest of the gifts I got him, so I call it a win. I don’t think I’ll ever top that, but just remembering his laughter makes me smile. Also a win.
My father is a geologist. Well, not actively, these days, but he was before I came into his world (he did science work for the Air Force, and later for the state of Vermont). When I was growing up, he was many other things. He built houses and stonewalls. He wrote poems. He delivered newspapers. He solved math problems in his spare time. He still does most of those things, not the newspapers. But, I think, the earth is what is truly in that man’s blood. Geology was a study of joy in my house; rocks and minerals were treasures. If I brought my father a rock from our driveway, he would show me all the little things that made that particular piece of stone special. Names of gemstones were common knowledge to me at a fairly young age.
I thought perhaps I’d channel my inner child this year, and deliver my father a handful of stones. I know from past experience (a family friend once dragged the two of us to some sort of crystal healing/dowsing “gathering,” a story for another time) that my dad is not that interested in the metaphysical qualities of gemstones. As someone who is interested in anthropology/religious studies/art history, I find the commonly believed metaphysical traits fascinating, but I touched base a bit on that, here. My dad, on the other hand, appreciates aesthetic and the physical history and make up of individual pieces, so putting together this little kit for him was a fun challenge. I looked mostly for a color combination here, and picked out a couple unique specimens I don’t think he owns, and I’m pretty happy with the results. When I received the stone selection, I went through and chose the stones that resonated with me. Resonate? Not necessarily the right word, because I think that makes me sound a little bit silly. Sometimes things just feel or look right. I trusted instinct.
- Turritella Agate
Citrine(*by the time I finally checked out and finished writing this post, the citrine in my “cart” had been sold, so I did without)
- Copper Nuggets
- Petrified Wood
- Tree Agate
Turitella Agate is made of the fossilized remains of Turritella snails, so I thought it would be an interesting addition! A few of these stones are pretty common, and I imagine my dad has tumbled pieces kicking around from one of our many museum adventures, but I don’t think he has any Labradorite, copper nuggets, or petrified wood. Labradorite reminds me of insect wings! In retrospect, Citrine and Blue Lace Agate would have both been nice additions, as well, just for the lightness (and agates are really lovely). This is a pretty dark/heavy mix.
Labradorite and Turritella Agate up close
I was a little disappointed that I was not able to get this quite in time for Father’s Day, but I was at least able to get a card in the mail and talk to Dad on the phone on Sunday evening. I hope he likes the surprise!
Once again, I ordered these from Green Earth Stones on etsy (whose images I used for the collage above). I really can’t recommend this little shop enough.
We’ve reached the final installment of One Hundred Things! That’s not to say that I don’t have one million things to be thankful for, though, every day. When you get right down to it, I’m thankful for life in general, honestly, and being allowed to know and experience all of these things. Now that I’ve written this list, I don’t consider that a cop-out answer!
- leftover lunches
- salt water in my hair and on my skin
- that I was taught how to mail a letter, balance a checkbook, do my own laundry
- that I grew up before cell phones
- always having choices
- my llama wool socks (a gift from my mother)
- Vermont fairs
- being told, as a child, that everything I did made a difference
(and I still believe that everything does)
** I know I mentioned it early on, but I am so completely thankful for my Dad. Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful fathers, husbands, brothers, sons I know. ♥
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