A diabolically foul odor that not even the Scentsy people could erase sometimes stalks me—haunting me as I work—driving me insane—causing me to accuse people I love of things they didn’t do. Here’s an example: “Quit opening cans of tuna! Ugh! It stinks—all the way up here!” I shouted to Nate, from my upstairs office… Continue reading Rub-A-Dub-Dub, the Cat Needs a Scrub!
Magical blueberry bushes—free from scary bears and as tall as trees—really do exist, thanks to blueberry nymphs that rain down from the skies and sprinkle the earth with plump berry goodness. (At least, that’s my theory.) On Sunday morning, Nate, Alex, and I scampered through wide acres of the Mountain View Blueberry Farm in Snohomish,… Continue reading Getting Picky: It’s Blueberry Picking and Scone Season!
My yoga pants have witnessed more adventures than they were meant to see. They’ve endured the miles I’ve run and hiked. They’ve been pressed against the sticky seats of movie theaters, city buses, and my Subaru. They’ve even slept with me, doubling as pajamas. I’ve just never used them for their original purpose: yoga. That… Continue reading Yoga Pants Pep Talk: Rollin’ with the Flow in Yoga Class
Fireworks wars broke out in our neighborhood during the Fourth of July and our house was in the crossfire. To be fair, every house in the neighborhood was under attack. Sure, it was the most fantastic and free-of-cost fireworks display I’d ever seen in my life, but we were surrounded on all sides by burning,… Continue reading Fireworks Frenzy: Protecting the House on the Fourth of July
After the last square of toilet paper is gone, there’s no need to feel sad or anxious. I have great news: It is possible to actually extend the life of the toilet paper roll! Just turn the cardboard tube into a compostable bird feeder. I’ve actually seen this done recently at the Whidbey Island Fort… Continue reading Super Easy Bird Feeder: Seriously, You’ve Got This!
Dentists and swim meet volunteer coordinators have to answer similar questions: Will it hurt? How long will it really take? When will I be able to eat? On Saturday, I added another question: Have volunteer swim timers ever fallen into the pool during a meet? I asked my husband this question as we pulled into… Continue reading The Time of My Life: Serving as a Swim Meet Timer
“Thrilling,” “wobbly,” and “bouncy,” are not words I’d like to associate with a bridge—ever. I can’t remember a time when I’ve said, “Hey, should I take my child and husband across a wobbly structure or the one that mainly stays in place?” Yet, there I was: creeping along the 230-foot high “thrilling, “wobbly,” and “bouncy”… Continue reading Hanging On By A Dread: How I Survived the Capilano Suspension Bridge, Despite a Fear of Heights