Epic Like Gilgamesh

So I had an insertion mission trip to beantown snuck in this past weekend. Ticket was bought last minute (sad because that shit is expensive! but it was a special ocassion), flew up Friday and into the arms of the Anna's taqueria. From there, it was straight to purple people eater with the Garons and me.

Saturday was delightful! Super blue sky, crisp New England morning fall air, and my newly resdiscovered knee length down jacket that was 10 bucks at the thrift store and that I have fallen in love with all over again. I marched all around town, took the subway and got to visit Fanueil Hall with someone super special that I haven't seen in ages.

THEN, I wandered around Boston, eventually making my way to Porter square for purposes of meandering around town while generally making my way to Jenn's and I get a call from who BUT Jenn, telling me her and Matt have walked to Porter and are wandering around generally heading back to the house. Fortuitousness!!

So I cross the street to join them and we mosey, stopping at all my favorite spots on the way, including Joe Sent Me...for a well earned cocktail, and Pemberton Farms Market for some tasty chocolate and supplies for dinner.

Walking home we invite ourselves into a couple of wine shops for some tasting and some purchasing, then back to Jenn's where I promptly sear the roast (I am officially in love with the red pan), drink a glass of wine and fall asleep. Luckily Jenn thought to photodocument the event for me.

Home Sunday, gather up dog for some basking in the sun and sky...





to Ohio Monday, departing at 6:30am. SICK. 2 flights to Dayton, 2 hour drive through farm country to get to customer's house (a whole other weird issue), arrive to A BROKEN CAMERA. Ugh. Back in car, 2 hours drive back to the airport, during which I made a really bad decision!

I decided to skip the chance to tour the KitchenAid stand mixer factory in favor of trying to catch an earlier flight. I am still kicking myself.

Especially since I didn't make an earlier flight, and didn't have enough time to go all the way back. I ended up having to stay in the Dayton airport for like 4 hours, which sucked a bowl of knob- and not in the good way. I consoled myself with a giant beer and a cheeseburger then knitted my way back home,

For some reason, I felt like I needed to be surreptitious.

except for the part where I was speedwalking through the Atlanta airport to get to the other terminal for my connecting flight that was boarding- that was exciting! and the plane home was an airbus or a 757. HUGE!

This next part is graphic but I have to tell it all so you get the full effect. I rolled up to the homestead around 1:30am and washed the world off of me: I poured a stiff drink, "went to the bathroom", showered, shaved, exfoliated, clipped my nails, flossed and brushed, used my neti pot, and then did about 30 min of yoga like stretching. I was like a new woman once done and for that reason alone I love long days like that. But I'm still so bummed about the factory tour. Le Sigh.

So 6 planes in 4 days, endless driving, 3 nights of couch sleeping plus 22 hours of travel and my neck is totally out of comission. I look like that big faker dude from that Brady Bunch episode with the neck thing, only with no neck thing. But I turn my head funny and stuff. I just bought myself an early xmas present- an appointment with Glenda. Glenda is a massage person at the place I go for yoga and the women waiting for her appointments always say her name with such reverance that she seemed like a good choice. It doesn't hurt my feelings at all that she's 6 feet tall and has forearms like a sailor. I just hope she's as good as their faces say.