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Arrrrrgh! Our water heater is leaking.
Specifically, it is leaking all the way through the floor/wall into the next room. And, that's where I was storing my entire art portfolio from college.
A few years ago, I decided I was hanging on to way too much stuff, so I narrowed it down to only the art I really wanted to keep. And noooooooow my whole portfolio has about 6 inches of water damage on the bottom of all the pieces of paper. Sigh. Big, unhappy sigh.
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First of all, this whole post may be a little bah-humbuggy. I've spent the last 3 weeks getting up multiple times in the middle of the night (not to mention every 2-3 hours all the live long day) to feed an infant. The lack of sleep and massive change in my beloved routine have me feeling a little cranky.
And...when you have 2 tiny kids, taking a fun summer vacation realistically isn't on the top of the priority list. Maybe other women (with an army of au pairs, personal assistants and housekeepers) can manage, but the thought of packing suitcases for everyone and managing the arrangements and itinerary sounds hideous right now. Not to mention sitting on a beach, trying to discreetly breastfeed and keep sand out of my larger than normal swimsuit sounds extra hideous. Maybe other people would rock this look, but frankly, it kind of grosses me out.
So......of course.......I'm sitting around day dreaming about where I could go on vacation if only I weren't seriously post partum. There are OODLES of places I'd love to go, most of them related to a big chunk of water and sand. However, one place I have never, ever, not even for a second had the desire to visit is..................The Hamptons.
It bothers me to hear people use non-verbs as verbs. "We summer in the Canary Islands. We weekend in the Hamptons."
Perhaps it's just because I watch too many movies, but the Hamptons seem like one long stretch of insanely overpriced beachfront where people desperately try to out-Buffy and out-Biff each other. Wall to wall New Yorker-on-vacation snobbery and too much seersucker. Yeee-uck.
Wait...I'm sorry seersucker. I really do like you. But on Tennesse Williams. Wait again---that's not seersucker. But you get the idea.
I think there would be far too many of these types. The unbearable sort of people who wear way too many clothes in hot weather. (Unless you're in seersucker...then you're forgiven.) The sort who don't belly laugh....only chuckle. If ascots are involved and the men aren't all gay or full of irony, I'll pass.
(Not me--but that sure looks fun.)
However, I don't think the Hamptons were made with people like me in mind. I'd be much happier floating down the Guadalupe River in an inner tube drinking a beer.
Sigh.....there's nothing like floating down our beautiful clear Guadalupe River in the summer. Look at those gorgeous huge cypress roots.
If someone forced me to go to the Hamptons at gunpoint, I guess I could stay with Big Edie and Little Edie from Grey Gardens.
So....have any of YOU actually SUMMERED at the Hamptons? Is it as big of a nightmare as I imagine it to be? Or does it have its own sort of indesribable charm?
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I'm back to cooking again. I know some people think preparing meals is a chore, but I actually enjoy it. (If I'm feeling all right, that is.) It makes me feel like our life is settling down a little bit. Obviously, I don't like doing it every single day, but I do prefer to cook most of our food.
For one thing, we live in the boonies. So, if I want it, I need to make it myself. Also, cooking at home is typically much healthier than eating out or buying pre-prepared food. That's not to say I don't make my fair share of cakes and treats and things-'cause I do. Life's too short to not eat dessert.
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