Summertime travels

Brad and I got back yesterday from our little summer vacation: Bothell and Seattle for a Mariner game, a few days in our beloved Bellingham, and then off to Victoria, BC to revel in queenery (I made that word up). Now, what I am about to attempt to do is this: upload and post some pictures from our trip on this very blog! This should not be very complicated. However, I tried to post some pictures of my flower garden last week and it ended in disaster, with a cluster of five tiny photos, out of order, at the top of my screen, and no way to write words around them or put them in the right order. So, here we go.


We went to the Mariners vs. Yankees game on Thursday. Yawn! Every time I go to a baseball game I bequeath the responsibility of protecting my head from a fly ball on someone who will actually be watching the game, since I know my attention will drift to daydreaming and people watching after the first inning. Brad agreed to be my protector, and I survived unscathed.


Shortly before this picture was taken, I spent half an hour hiding out at the Mariner Team Store buying Brad that hat. He asked me, "What's better? Standing in line at the team store, or watching the game?" The answer was obvious.




We were in Bellingham from Friday until Sunday morning, and we spent a large chunk of Saturday reading books at Boulevard Park. I can't tell you how much I love Bellingham. It makes me happy just being there. On both of my Bellingham mornings I woke up and ran and ran and ran along the Interurban Trail and just loved being alive. Someday we will move back.




One of the things I pride myself on is my fine photography. This is probably most evident in the "glamour shots" I take of Brad. Just look at that face. He can't get enough.


We did a drive by tour of our former Bellingham homes. This lovely abode in the York District neighbors Nelson's Market and was my home for two years. It used to be green. Now it features red paint, a boat trailer, and a heavenly anointing of light.



Brad's cousin Staci is great and let us stay at her house in Bellingham. We had a lot of fun with her, and on our last night we all went to the Archer Ale House to play the aforementioned dart game we made up, Shrauge (the artful combination of Staci's last name, Shrum, and our last name, Hauge, obviously).

Brad, mere moments after his humiliating defeat. Good job Staci!

Game faces. Shrauge is not a game for the fainthearted.

And after we ate at all of our favorite places (EXCEPT LEMON GRASS! Lemon Grass is closed! Why didn't anybody tell me?!), met up with friends, browsed the farmers' market and bookstore, and mastered the art of darts, we ferried over to Victoria for a couple of days. It was great to just sit around the harbor and watch the boats and seaplanes (did that sentence not just make me sound about 70 years old?). We went to a great concert (Manchester Orchestra and Silversun Pickups, plus a little Cage the Elephant for good measure), and just loved being on the water and out of town.

The harbor.

And, I hereby proclaim myself the master of adding photos to my blog! I finally did it. I have entered the space age.

When the living's easy

My brain is tired! My brain! I just started two posts that I then discarded when I decided they were stupid. One was about riding my bike to work. The other was a few delicious recipes. Both of them seemed like a waste of everyone's time after about thirty seconds of writing.

So, instead, what? I'll just say that I love this summer. I've never had such a free, uncommitted, easygoing summer before. Last summer was technically just as free time-wise, but I had just left the bank, and readjusting to a whole different style of life was still overwhelming.

This summer is different. I have loved reading on the front porch, waking up early and running, hanging out at coffee shops with my laptop and attempting to write (sometimes I've also hated that), checking out more books from the library than I could ever read, getting ice cream at The Scoop, biking to work, hanging out with high schoolers, watching Alias, reading and praying and being quiet in the morning times, writing articles about rodeos, and just having TIME to do whatever I want with.

When school starts again in September I know the stress and the pressure will be back, and I'll be short on sleep and generally unrelaxed until June. That's because I'm a perfectionist, not because my program is trying to beat me to a pulp. And it will be good for me in some ways and exhausting in others and it will all work out okay eventually. But I want to remember how restful (even though, honestly, I haven't been sleeping all that much) these few months have been, and how rejuvenating this time off has felt (even though this heat is trying to melt me). It feels good to love life.

Back in the biz

I ran six miles today, and I could not be happier about it. Six miles is how far I was running on average, five times a week, a few months ago. Then, while I was training for Bloomsday, my IT band got all sensitive and whiney and started causing me hot, unignorable pain. That was April 15th. It's been more than three months since I've run 6 miles during a single run, and I cannot express how much I've missed my regular running habit. I've been out there over the past month or two, slowly slowly slowly building back up to real running, but it's been different. For one thing, I have to run slowly right now, because that's easier on my leg. I also have to run on pretty flat surfaces, with almost undetectable inclines, which eliminates pretty much every running route I really love.

And even more, oh, I don't know, aggravating about getting back into the running biz, is that fact that my mind can't wander while I'm running like I like it to. I think the thing that has really hooked me on running is the space it's given me to just think, to pound out stress, to let my mind go, without any limitations. Somehow, running makes normal distractions and self-doubting disappear. But now that I'm getting over an injury, I have to think about how my leg is feeling while I'm out. Was that a twinge of pain? Was that a moment of hotness? Is my IT band grinding way too close for comfort over my knee joint? I can't really lose myself in other things because I can't really forget about the little nuances of what my body is actually doing.

The six miles today weren't great thinking time, but I did listen to a This American Life podcast, and I did tour some unexplored neighborhoods, and I did briefly visit a McDonald's, not for a sundae, but for a drink of water from their bathroom sink. I'm sure the manager there is not a big fan of thieves like me, who sneak their giant sweaty tomato faces into the building without bothering to buy even an Egg McMuffin, but I don't care. I used to steal a drink of water from that bathroom two summers ago, while I was training for a marathon, barging in like a hot mess, just like I did today. Stopping at McDonald's felt good, as if I had remembered about an old tradition, something my real runner self would do. Running isn't doing much for my mind yet, but the McDonald's trip bodes well for the future.