This year our spring break was later than it’s ever been. It was fine, of course, because it lined up so nicely with Easter weekend and all of that, but I’m here to tell you that I was a little twitchy by the time we actually got out of school on the 27th. I reminded myself that by the time we started back to school after the break we’d be knee-deep in spring activities and the rest of the year will fly, but by the time I wrapped up work and a couple of speaking engagements week before last, I was so excited about the prospect of some time at the beach that I could have collapsed from the joy of it all.
And listen. After I collapsed, it would have taken me every bit of six seconds to fall into a deep, restorative sleep that would span some several hours.
It was late last Sunday afternoon when we finally made it to the beach, and after we unloaded the car and got Hazel squared away, I went to the grocery store and bought everything we could possibly need for the next few days. We were all in agreement that going out to eat didn’t interest us at all (as a general rule, I love cooking at the beach), so I wanted to get the shopping out of the way and then get back to the condo and select my very favorite yoga pants / t-shirt combo for the rest of the evening.
And that is exactly what I did.
I also read. And read. And read. And then I read some more.
It was very delightful.
And here’s what dawned on me Wednesday night: I did not take a single picture of a sunrise or a sunset while we were at the beach. THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED. I don’t have any idea why I was such a slacker in terms of my normal pattern of compulsively documenting the gorgeousness, but I totally neglected my self-appointed duties as a nature photographer. However, I am currently slightly obsessed with the baby leaves on all the trees, so even though I’ve failed with the sun, I will try to redeem myself with an annoying number of Instagram pictures of foliage. Consider it my gift to you.
By the time we packed up and headed home on Thursday morning, we were all pretty much relaxed out of our minds. We barely turned on the TV, we slept like champions, and we had the best time just soaking up the days (but not, in my case, the rays – I stayed in the shade as much as I possibly could). Normally I like to stay at the beach until the last possible minute before I have to be back at work, but I got the biggest kick out of just being at home Thursday through Sunday. Time in my house is such a luxury to me, and I did all sorts of wild and crazy things like stocking the pantry, baking a pound cake, organizing receipts, cooking real-live vegetables for lunch, and finishing a whole day of Bible study homework at one time.
This morning we had to go back to school and work, but I don’t think any of us minded one bit because it was such a good break. We had a really sweet Easter Sunday (and maybe a little sneezy, too – the pollen here has been killer), and I’m excited about finishing up this school year and then hopefully jumping headfirst into some new writing stuff.
Yay for some nerdy goals!
Anyway, there are a few things I definitely want to mention on this fine Tuesday, so here they are in no particular order.
Melanie’s new book releases today, and you do not want to miss it. It is such a funny, tender tribute to the power and lasting impact of healthy, life-giving friendships. It is also a big ole time warp through the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s, and you are going to love every second. Highly recommend. Thumbs up. Five stars.
- Birks Are Back
I ordered a pair of these over the weekend. It felt like 1996 all over again. But I’ve been debating a new pair of Birkenstocks for the last year or so, and it felt like the time was right. Last summer I opted for really comfortable pair of NAOT sandals that Hazel may or may not have destroyed in a fit of puppy anxiety, so I plan to keep the Birkenstocks inside a locked safe on a very high shelf.
Or, you know, on the table in our foyer. Whatever it takes.
I mentioned this on Instagram (and Facebook) the other day, but “Shut Up and Dance” is one of our favorite songs right now (it sounds so much like something from the 80’s, but it’s way better than most 80’s music in my opinion), and a very nice commenter (thanks, nesimarie65!) pointed me in the direction of this video. It’s PERFECT.
- Pound Cake
Remember how I made a pound cake a few days ago?
Y’all, it was REAL pretty.
And the recipe is here if you’re interested. This time, though, I was out of Crisco, so I just used a third stick of butter instead. I am here to testify that I did not mind the results.
Yesterday I checked our podcast on iTunes to see if they’d updated the graphic (they have!), and then I got very tickled because Melanie and I have been podcasting for eight years but only have twelve reviews. This is no doubt due to the fact that we are crackerjack marketers and really strive to get the word out about our podcast by linking to it on our respective blogs and then basically pretending like it doesn’t exist.
SO. If you are a person who happens to enjoy the podcast, would you mind leaving us a rating or a review? It just takes a few seconds, and I know our publisher would appreciate you helping us look slightly more legitimate than we actually are.
And speaking of reviews, a couple of weeks ago I saw a one-star review for A Little Salty… that came complete with a one-word comment: “Silly.” For some reason it didn’t even hurt my feelings, mainly because the reviewer seemed to know exactly what bugged them about my book. They found it silly. I kind of appreciate that level of decisiveness.
(To be clear, I am not encouraging one-star reviews of the podcast.)
(Because while I try to be a good sport, I am not in fact made of Teflon.)
(And I believe I’ve sufficiently over-explained.)
Have a great Tuesday, y’all!