The mental break is needed. I know it won’t be a particularly restful vacation – how is it possible with 3 children, the youngest of whom enjoys waking up at the crack of dawn? But it will be a break from the daily grindhouse, of that I am sure.
It also means a small break from my half-marathon training. Yes, that is going quite well, but the long runs will take a small backseat over the next two weeks or so. I will aim to run 3-4 times a week regardless, they just won’t be more than 10k. I worry about losing momentum but I think I have developed a good base which should carry me through.
I hope to return from the lake with a rested mind. My patients need it. I need it.
Almost 4 years ago to the day, me and 3 other women took a Stand-Up Paddleboard (herein, SUP) lesson. I had no idea what this meant. Two of the women had done it before I think and when I was invited I thought, “Sure, why not.”
I had the best time. For someone who doesn’t swim much and really isn’t a very strong swimmer, it was a bit scary being out on the lake but with my life jacket and tethered to the board, I felt pretty safe. I fell off a lot that day. But I also stayed on longer than I ever thought and I totally loved it.
Then three years went by and although I had fleeting thoughts of renting a board or even buying one, it just never happened. Last summer, while on vacation with my family, one of my girlfriends came up for a few days to the cottage we were renting and brought her SUP board. I got on, fell off a few times, then found my footing and loved it all over again.
Most of the last year I kept telling my husband on and off that I wanted to get a board, or at least rent a board for our cottage vacation this summer.
Why rent when you can buy?
And that’s what I did. I don’t feel too guilty about it as my birthday is in a few weeks. 😉
Husband went to the local SUP store with our daughter yesterday afternoon and scoped the scene, talked with the shop owner and then after work we went back.
I am the proud owner of an inflatable SUP board.
This is what it looks like inflated.
I am so excited!!! Hoping to take it out later after work today.
It’s been a while. Work has been exceptionally busy at times. There was a stretch for a few weeks where I wasn’t getting home until well after 6pm. The busy pace is good but when it slows down it seems to really slow down. Like, snail’s pace slow. So slow that I’ve gone out for mid-day runs during the week.
My running comeback has been slow. I still struggle at times with shin splints and am pretty convinced it’s shoe related but just haven’t found the time to get new shoes. I’ve been wearing an older pair which is much better than my current new-ish pair but it’s not ideal. Unfortunately the old shoe isn’t made anymore, I don’t think, so I will have to spend some time trying on new brands and well, there just isn’t enough time right now.
Remember that sourdough starter? Well it’s still going! I’ve made several loaves of bread and have figured out what works and what doesn’t but making just bread all the time is getting boring. Husband found me a recipe for saltine crackers.
They were so good, they rocked!! 😉
Yesterday I tried the Joy of Cooking’s recipe for pretzels. A little bit time consuming and laborious but well worth the final product.
We also have a new pet.
Have I mentioned we also have a snake? He’s a ball python. We’ve had him for about 10 years now. My husband rescued him from his nephew. He eats live mice. Daughter is coming to the age where she understands that the snake eats and what he eats is live mice. Well one day over a month ago, she was particularly smitten with one particular mouse. She begged her daddy not to feed him to the snake.
When I got home from work that night, it was late and the kids were already in bed. I was surprised to see that there was a mouse still alive. Husband told me that daughter wanted to keep it, so if she woke up the next morning and still asked about the mouse, he would let her keep it. First thing the next morning, she woke up and asked him if he saved the mouse. How could he refuse her? Late that day, the $2.99 mouse was living in a swanky one bedroom apartment worth $75.00. Almost two months later, he is alive and well and thriving. Daughter takes excellent care of him. She cleans out his cage every 2 weeks when the stink gets bad, she is responsible for feeding him and making sure he has enough water. She has turned into a wonderful mouse mother.
This mother couldn’t be more proud.
The mouse’s name is Speck. Even the cat is tolerating him.
Further to my post earlier this week, that first batch of dough I tried to rise in the refrigerator did absolutely nothing.
I believe it had something to do with my starter. While there were loads of bubbles that I thought were yeast, the mixture wasn’t doubling. So I fed it some more and the next day magic happened. My starter doubled in size and I tried again.
This time though I didn’t rise the dough in the refrigerator. I instead left it in the oven all day and husband looked in on it. By the time I got home from work, the dough had risen to double and I made some bread.
Apart from it being slightly under-salted and having an extra crispy crust, it was damn fine bread!!
There has been so much I wanted to write about but getting my thoughts down has been hard. It’s been very busy at work and by the time I get home and see my kids, eat dinner and relax, it is time for bed. I’ve been running about once a week which isn’t nearly enough and that has been hard to deal with as well. I just haven’t been motivated to run lately and it hasn’t helped that I’ve been on-again off-again having issues with my calf. Coming home late from work also means there’s no time to run. The kids barely see me during the week as it is, so it’s not like I can arrive home and immediately turn around and leave for a run. Needless to say, mommy guilt is at an all-time high.
I have also been preoccupied lately with being an assessor for medical school admissions. After doing a file review of 30 applicants, I also took part in the in-person interview. I’m not sure who was more nervous, me or the applicant! Thinking back to my own medical school interview, it was an hour long while I sat across from four very important looking people. Daunting indeed. It was interesting being on the other side of the table. It was more a privilege than anything else. I felt like I was a member of a very important club and it felt good to be able to play a small role in choosing our future physicians.
Husband and I have been watching a lot of Netflix recently. We just watched a documentary called “Cooked” and it was a fascinating look at how we as humans approach food. One of the episodes was called “Air” and it was a look at the art (and science) behind bread. Did you know that if you mixed water and flour and left it to the air that something magical would happen? You can make your own yeast sourdough starter! You don’t need anything else but time and patience. There are yeast spores in the flour and in the air, all ready to start doing their thing. Ever the scientist, I decided to give it a try.
Day 1. A boring paste of flour and water.
Day 2. Something is happening. Those bubbles are CO2 being formed by yeast. After adding more flour and water to feed the fledgling yeast
Day 3. More feeding of flour and water. More magic. Now it’s starting to smell a bit funky, which I hear is a good thing.
Day 4 – today. Sour and pungent smell. It is almost ready.
When I got home tonight I decided it was time to try out some bread making. Now the dough is rising for the next 12 hours (sourdough) and for the record had I known this would take this long to make one loaf of bread I would have just gone out to the bakery and bought one.
The X-Files are back and this girl couldn’t be happier.
Seriously, I’m giddy like a schoolgirl.
I was a little worried about the revival – what if it’s awful and sucks? Will it tarnish the 9 previous years of the show?
I was a HUGE fan of the show. Back in medical school, I would have my friends over every Sunday night to watch the show and there was only one rule – no one was allowed to talk until the commercials. My friends respected my geekness, for the most part.
I even got a tattoo during medical school which exemplified my nerdiness and passion for The X-Files. Yes, I am that much of a geek.
Nowadays with the Internet and spoilers I was very keen not to read anything about the revival. I couldn’t even look at pictures from the set. I got goosebumps as I waited for the first episode to start after that silly football game ran over time. When I heard the opening theme music and credits roll I think I squealed in delight.
There was just something so magical about that show. I loved the dynamic between the two leads. I loved that Scully was a doctor and a scientist. (I even named my cat after her.) My favorite episodes were always the mythology ones. Don’t get me wrong, some of the best episodes were the “monster-of-the week”; “Home” anyone?
Even Scully, in last night’s episode, agrees with the audience that the monster-of-the-week cases were fun.
But it was the underlying mythology of the show that really sucked me in. Are we alone? Do aliens exist? Is the Government lying to us? What really happened to Mulder’s sister? What is the black oil? Who is Krycek?
There’s only 3 more episodes left to air in this revival. That can’t be the end! The ratings are exploding with every new episode. There has to be more!!!!!
I’ve been struggling all week with numbness in my hand/fingers from holding my cross-stitching pattern. I use my right hand to stitch while my left hand holds the fabric. My elbow is bent at greater than 90 degrees, so I’m sure I am compressing my ulnar nerve.
First world problems, I know.
The time has come, I think, to purchase something that allows me the freedom not to use my left hand to hold the fabric for hours at a time. After several days of research, I decided to purchase a lap stand. I’m not exactly sure how it’s going to work, but in theory it should allow me to rest my left hand since I won’t be using it to hold the fabric.
And the beast that has driven me to purchase this?
On this final evening of 2015, I sit alone in the basement watching The Vampire Diaries and coloring in my new grown up art book. My kids are tucked into bed and sound asleep. Husband is out with my best friends at our mutual friends’ NYE party. With my dad having been in hosptial for a week (he’s home now), my mom couldn’t come over to stay with the kids.
This is the first NYE I’ve spent alone. Ever. I think. Wow. Yeah.
I am totally okay with that. It’s actually, probably, the best way I could think of to spend this night. I take care of so many people, I am thrilled to be taking care of myself for one night.
And since I am no longer posting on Instagram, I don’t have any place other than here and FB to show off my new hobby.
So, here’s what I’ve been up to over the past few days.
Happy New Year!!!
May 2016 be filled with health and happiness to you all.