Author: Doris

Vince has never played in organized sports. We are not a “sporty” type of family. No one watches sports on TV, no one went to a college with football, no one understands the “off sides” rules of soccer. Jeremy mentioned to me this summer that he though that Vince should get involved with a team sport – to which I groaned because we live in an area which all the kids start all their sports when they are 4 years old and there is no way that Vince would be able to catch up in any sport such as soccer/football/baseball/basketball/tennis/lacrosse/wrestling. I actually proposed fencing or ping pong (sorry, table tennis) as a possible sport for Vince because I think those sports are a little underrepresented and maybe Vince would have a fighting chance to not be humiliated on the first day. Anyways Vince (and Jeremy) scoffed at my fencing/ping pong idea and Vince said that he wanted to play soccer and I signed him up for the local rec-league soccer and we showed up to the field – knew no one, it was hot and he was outplayed and it all ended in tears and frustration.

I scrambled around and backed out from the local rec-league and found a co-ed league run by the city and we went today and Vince had a great time. Still knew no one, but it was in the shade and Vince’s level of play was fine, got lots of ball action and I felt like the coach was better than the more competitive team I had first signed him up for. I like that the team is co-ed and the best player by far was a girl.

Goooooooooaaaaalllll!

Happy labor day to all you hard-working folks out there. I do love labor day as it not only pays homage to my union/socialist tendencies, but it also means the end of summer (my least favorite season) and the beginning of fall (my favorite season). It has been chock-a-block of regular-life craziness in the house, I’m trying to ride the tide and take care of things one at a time and not go too crazy. I think if I did enjoy drinking, that I would be imbibing in a glass of wine two-three times a day.

I didn’t think life was too crazy last weekend when I agreed to foster Boba – a 6-year-old blind cockapoo (special needs!). Super cute. Boba is a dog from the ‘hood – his family is going through a rough patch and the neighborhood decided to band together to take care of Boba for a few months. But Boba is mainly at our house because I’m the one working at home all the time – so here he is in all his glory.

Two days after agreeing to take in Boba, Ruby slipped on the hardwood floors and came up lame on her back right foot. Wouldn’t put weight on it – this resulted in us carrying her up and down the stairs (thank goodness she’s weighs the same as Edda – so we’ve been practicing, but one does have to start lower to the ground which places one’s back at greater risk). We tried to figure out how to rejigger the stairlift to accommodate Ruby, but in the end, we are confining her to the first floor and she has to wear traction booties, which she hates, but are cheaper than the vet’s suggestions of carpeting the whole house. The vet seemed to think it’s just a pulled ligament, which seems to be right as Ruby is doing better all the time, but still hates her booties.

And right after Ruby came up lame, then Jeremy came up lame. Jeremy’s been battling some Achilles tendon problems for the past year or so, and this week, it has decided to flare up so much so that he’s limping around the house. He’s taken to using the stairlift to get up and down the stairs. I told him that at least I get to divide the cost of the stairlift by two, which makes it much more economical per person. And if we figure out how to get Ruby on the stairlift, then I can divide it by three! Even more savings 😉

My two loves who can’t do stairs, sharing a ride together.

Loving this K-pop video (even though I have no idea what they are saying):

Edda + morning + swinging + chickens = Happy.

We have been married for 14 years. Just keeps getting better and better! Somehow the day ended with us at 10:30 pm giving Vince a haircut, reading Little Women out loud and just laughing how great it was to be together on this crazy adventure we call life.

Just for fun, Jeremy took me to the swamps of DC for a hike, do we know how to celebrate or what!

Because of global warming, the lobster population in Maine has exploded which resulted in record low prices at market. Our lobsters were only 8 dollars a piece (boooo to global warming but yah for cheap lobsters).

Today was the first day of school, but instead of showing you the lovely first day of school photos – I am still luxuriating in the days we spent at the beach last week. Julia invited us to stay at her beach house in Maine for a few days and we eagerly took her up on the offer.

We spent a few hours each morning on the beach – Edda had one incredibly glorious day at the beach. The next day she wasn’t as happy there. But we all boogie boarded and got sand in our shorts.

We spent the afternoons napping and cooking. Vince spent the afternoons glomming wireless services from the neighbor.

We arrived in Boston with Maxi in tow – because we had the dog, we couldn’t really leave her in the car roasting while we dined in air conditioned bliss so it limited our lunch options with my pal Lana. We gave up on dim sum (which I was really interested in), and ended up at a food truck in Boston Commons. We ate at Clover – famous for chickpea fritter pita and rosemary fries. I had the eggplant and egg pita – very delicious.

Right after lunch, Vince accidentally let go of Max’s leash and we spent a good few minutes chasing her around the park and when we caught her, all the lunchers applauded our efforts. Thank god Maxi didn’t run into Boston traffic.

After lunch, we went swan boating (see everyone in the front row?) and then headed back to the car for another adventure.  I did want to go to MIT to see the old haunts, but we didn’t really have time to stop, so we were just able to drive by 77 Mass Ave and give a good wave hello to the Infinite Corridor.