Once upon a time, the hubs and I owned a beautiful house in Ohio. An airy center-hall Colonial, recently remodeled, in an eclectic little neighborhood just half a block from bars and restaurants. It was a gorgeous house:
(Seriously: that house was, quite literally, ten times the size of our current apartment. You could have crammed two of our apartment in the master bedroom alone. That’s Ohio for ya though. Le sigh.)
Upon purchase of this house, I immediately began to make big plans with the lovely flower beds that ringed the yard. Gardening! Pretty plants! How fun!
Fast forward three years and we actually had to hire landscapers to make everything look acceptable before we put the house on the market. As it turns out, rather than a green thumb I have a black thumb of death. Our flower beds looked like a bad botany project for the entire time we lived there. And don’t even get me started on the patchy brown expanse that should have been a lawn.
(Incidentally, my black thumb extends to houseplants as well. I once managed to murder a cactus. This is high on my list of reasons why the idea of having children frightens me. If a plant is apparently better off in a barren desert than under my tutelage, what does that say about my ability to care for more advanced organisms?)
Anyway. Somehow I forget all of that on days like today when all of the world is in bloom. All of a sudden, I’m hit with a massive longing for flowerbeds again: to putter around my yard in the evening among the fireflies and tend to pretty plants. Or to be greeted with beautiful blossoms every time I open my door. Like these white ones in Washington Square Park today:
Or the extensive selection of fresh herb plants on display at the Greenmarket:
Moment of inspiration: I could turn our fire escape into an herb garden! How awesome would that be! It would be so pretty and it would smell good and I’d have fresh herbs for cooking and –
Reality check, Shelby. You don’t need to turn your fire escape into an herb graveyard.
Someday, we will have a real house again. With a yard and everything. It seems like that would be such a luxury now, sitting in this tiny apartment in the middle of a concrete city.
I should have treated those poor Cleveland plants better when I had the chance.
Today’s EAT: Remember that Seinfeld episode about the Big Salad? I think about that every time I have a dinner like tonight’s. Because it was a big delicious salad.
Roasted chicken, strawberries, candied pecans, and goat cheese over greens with homemade balsamic dressing. And a whole wheat sourdough roll from the Greenmarket. A most refreshing meal on a sweltering summer night like tonight. (Er, spring night. But it sure as hell feels like summer!)
Today’s DRINK: Guess what’s baaaaaack!
I really find zero shame in cracking a bottle of two buck chuck now and then. I always pick up a bottle or two when I go to TJ’s wine shop. In my experience, the Chardonnay is much more drinkable than the other options, but really for under $3 any of them are a great value.
And arguably, it’s at least a step up from wine in a box. (Which is still a brilliant invention – RIP, its mastermind, who passed away at 92 this week.)
Today’s RUN: I am a total weenie when it comes to running in heat. So the gym seemed like a great idea on this 90-degree afternoon. I did 3 miles easy on the TM (24:30) followed by a pretty decent total-body lifting workout:
- 4 X 10 reps of lat pull down – 6 plates
- 4 x 10 reps of bench press – 70-lb bar
- 4 x 12 reps of shoulder press – 15-lb dumbbells
- 4 x 10 reps of squats – 105 lb bar
- 4 x 10 reps of quad press – 77 lbs
- 4 x 8 reps of hamstring push ups (I can’t seem to find anything online that describes these, but they’re one of my favorite exercises! Note to self, future blog post on these.)
- Push up ladder, 10 down to 1
I have been really slacking on strength training the last few weeks, so I was proud of myself for putting a solid hour in today.
Today’s QUESTION: How hot is too hot for running outside? I get pretty darn cranky if I have to run in anything over 80 degrees.