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#JanPhotoADay Project, Week Three

Week Three already? Where did the first three weeks of 2015 go? And why does it also feel like WAY more than three weeks has elapsed?! Time, man. It’s confusing.

I’m still sharing these on Instagram (@knobleg529), but let’s jump in.

Day 15: Happiness. Nothing embodies happiness more than Edith’s reaction to anyone coming into the apartment. Holy hell, this dog is excited.


Day 16: Morning. I should have included a photo of me walking the dogs as the sun was coming up over the trees, but let’s be real: I was still basically asleep at that point. So, you got a selfie on the bus on the way to work.


Day 17: Water. Ok, so this is obviously a throwback. I did not take this on January 17, 2015. Not here, anyway. This is the pool in July, and those are the fabulous old ladies that paddle around and don’t get their hair wet, and chatter and gossip all day. So, me and my friends in the future. We look gooooood!


Day 18: Something You Bought. This is the remains of my delicious papri chaat at an Indian restaurant, and the Patriots/Colts game in the background. The problem is, Steve technically bought dinner that night. It’s a reach.


Day 19: Something Sweet. Talk about order envy! This was my friend’s Café Vietnamese at Le Diplomate on Monday. It’s coffee with sweetened condensed milk, a la Vietnamese iced tea/coffee, and it was gorgeous. Made my coffee/Grand Marnier combo look pathetic in comparison.


Day 20: Someone You Love. This is on the nose, but I don’t care. These are the three someones I love the most.


Day 21: Reflection. I could have gone more artsy with this, composing some contemplative shot. But this just presented itself, so there it was. My new bag from Stella and Dot, reflected in the window of the bus, with the yellow line of the street perfectly cutting through the frame.

Week Four is the last one, and then what?


To Do: Rush Week

Nope, I’m not pledging a greek organization. I’m just realizing that it is presently lunchtime on Tuesday, and we are leaving for a long weekend in Rhode Island on Thursday evening. And I have to do ALL THE THINGS. At work, mostly–busy calendar–but still.

My long weekend was mostly great: early release from work and a happy hour on Friday with the darling husband, followed by dinner and lazy TV watching. Saturday I slept in, then hit the salon for a keratin treatment and a cut. We met Hala for a very DC dinner, complete with a stop by the White House. Sunday, we went shopping with a friend, but about halfway through the day I started to have an allergy attack that knocked me on my ass the rest of Sunday and all of Monday. Fun pool plans were cancelled as a result, but we’ll get there!

I’ll admit, I didn’t do great last week, and my expectations are low for this week…

  • Eat dinner from a salad plate, unless its a salad. I quit.
  • Hit the pool at least two times during the week, and three times this weekend (before it closes!).Ok, we went one time. Once. Not three or five. One. Whatever, they extended the pool season.
  • Get back to the habit of eating breakfast. I think I actually did this!
  • Get a manicure and pedicure. …Eventually I’ll look human again.
  • Use up the stupid potatoes from the CSA. Homefries, twice-baked sweet potatoes, done. All I have left are like 4 measly baby potatoes…
  • Put away my clothes and laundry before we leave for RI. I don’t want to leave a mess, then come home to it.
  • Pick up only enough food to last through Thursday lunch. I don’t want to be throwing crap away on Sunday when I return, I might as well just buy most of it then.

Rushing along to Thursday night, now.


And Then: So Long, Sweet Summer

Summer is basically over this week. I mean, the pool closes after this weekend, work is full of students again, DC will come alive with its business soon, and soon, I’ll just want to be wearing jeans and boots and sipping a PSL pretty much every day. So, I’m trying to savor these last moments. Before I get to my list, I’ll tell you about my weekend.


This is my “it’s too early to be awake, catching a flight back to DC” face. Totally New England-ing it right here: Pats jersey, and a hot DD coffee, regular. In a place where you don’t have to specify what “regular” means.

I spent exactly 36 hours  in Boston this weekend for my uncle’s memorial service. It was an amazing, beautiful, moving tribute, and it was absolutely a celebration of his life and how we’ll remember him from here on in. I was able to spend some quality time with my sister and my parents, my cousins, and aunts and uncles. People keep asking me how the funeral weekend was, and when I gleefully respond “it was so much fun!,” they look at me sideways. Hi, I come from a big Irish Catholic family in Boston: funerals aren’t supposed to be mopey and sad, they are supposed to be an epic rebound from mopey sadness. And so, too, was this one. Mike, it was an amazing time, thanks for bringing us together one more time 😉 You were there, even if you weren’t.

So, Summer: you have exactly one week. GO!

  • Eat dinner from a salad plate, unless its a salad. Ok, I still didn’t do this. Dinner plates, again. Starting small! This week?
  • Start wearing more structured clothing again. Except for one day when I wore a stacked-heel gladiator sandal, I wore “real shoes” every day, a suit or at least a jacket most days, and looked less fun, more business.
  • Make lunch every day this week. Failure, but I’ll let it go.
  • Give myself permission to be in a foul, sullen mood, but don’t let it sour others. I mostly succeeded in this. Aside from a few minor temper tantrums, I was pretty good.
  • Hit the pool at least two times during the week, and three times this weekend (before it closes!). I don’t care if it’s an hour each time, just get there. Soon, the pool will be closed for the season (dumb, considering pool weather lasts well through September), and the roof will close too. Damn.
  • Get back to the habit of eating breakfast. I am able to choose wisely at work, but I should try eating at home, too. At work, I go for a quarter cup of grits (water only, no milk), and a few sprinkles of cheese, or the fruit salad bar, or a quarter cup of scrambled eggs and a turkey sausage link. At home, it’s oatmeal or an egg. Takes no time, but it makes me a happier person, for sure. Shocking: eating makes me happy. Go figure.
  • Get a manicure and pedicure. My hands and feet look like they belong to a zoo animal.
  • Use up the stupid potatoes from the CSA. I know I said I was Irish. But I hate potatoes. I’m sorry, they are so heavy and boring and taste like chalk. And I’m talking about beautiful heirloom farmer potatoes, here. I have about 2 pints of potatoes left, and I want to throw them out the window (damn screens…).

With work heating up, and summer cooling down, I’ve got a lot to do. Let’s see if I can stay with it…!