Derailed

The good news: I've booked a bike trip to Belgium, Luxembourg & Germany for late July! The bad news: I have tendinitis in my right ankle, likely caused from ramping up my triathlon running training too quickly. So . . . in order to be able to go on my bike trip injury-free, I'm most likely deferring the tri this year. I'm disappointed, and slightly annoyed with myself, but plan on swimming, aqua jogging (it's harder than it sounds) weight training, and doing moderate biking (within dr's guidelines) so I'm at least in shape to be able to bike for a week. Sigh.


I Love Lucy

This week, my family had to say goodbye to the lovely Lucy, who lived a long, happy life in Maine. I'm visiting this weekend, and it'll be sad not getting to rub your velvety ears and give you some love. Thanks for the joy, companionship and love, Miss Lucydog, my LuceGoose.

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The Road to Recovery?

It's been a week. And what a week it has been.  As a reminder, here's where I was a week ago (from my Facebook post):

I can barely put into words how I am feeling, so I'll start by saying that I've been up most of the night, only sleeping for brief periods in between crying jags. I feel gutted, angry, horrified, scared, sad. I am concerned about the welfare of people in this country, especially immigrants, Muslims, people of color, LGBTQ folks and women. I am terrified about the Supreme Court and the impact that the next appointments will have for decades. I am disappointed that I may not live to see a woman president. I am embarrassed for our country. I am struggling to find some degree of hope and strength in all this. I know I will - we all will - in time. Today, I am just going to take solace in the fact that my life's work is to make the world a better place through #probono work, and now, more than ever, we'll need lawyers to fight and keep the rights we all have. I will also take comfort in my amazing friends and family (and my dog) who are all still here, still standing, and are all supporting each other.

So, where am I now? I'm not crying, although I've lost it once or twice (once after seeing Kate McKinnon as Hillary singing "Hallelujah" and once when some random dude with a guitar on the subway started singing it), and I've been sleeping, so that's good. But I'm exhausted. If I could stay in bed and/or work from home every day, I would. I have been eating my feelings (ordered Thai take-out twice last week), feeling overwhelmed by the slightest tasks (laundry?!! Are you fucking kidding me?!). I want to be with friends but I want to be alone. One minute I'm outraged and inspired and all excited that my work is right in the wheelhouse of what needs to be done and the next I want to curl up and ignore everything and everyone and hope that someone else will just take care of me and all the stuff I need to do for a while.   It's not great.

All I've been able to do is take care of the most important adult things I need to (dug out the notice of the transfer of my mortgage services out of the stack of mail and re-enrolled in auto-pay), show up at work (and keep things moving forward in the face of my coordinator giving notice), ease up on eating everything that's not pinned down, and try to exercise.  I've had some happy moments in the last week, but also moments of deep despair. And discussion of the election is everywhere with everyone, so there's really no escape.

One day at a time, folks. One day at a time. I'm hoping the balance will tip at some point in the future, even if it's months out, and the inspiration and energy to take action will take over. #riseup (for all of my Hamilton-obsessed friends)


Beantown

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This past weekend, Dad and I went away for a weekend in Boston -- mostly just to spend some quality time together. We each took the train from our respective homes (NYC and Portland) and met up in Boston, staying at a cozy AirBnB on Newbury Street. We started our weekend having a drink and catching up with friends who have a cabin down the road from us in Casco, then headed to dinner at Harvest, where my uncle used to work when he lived in Boston many years ago (somewhere in the family archives, there is a picture of me, aged 6ish, dressed as a waitress there with a napkin tied around my tiny waist).  On Saturday, I started off with an early morning FlyBarre class, then joined dad for coffee at our local coffee spot, Wired Puppy. Afterwards, we headed out to the JFK Library for a little American history, then had a tasty lunch at Flour in Back Bay.  We than proceeded to stroll around the city, wandering through the Public Garden, the Boston Common, Beacon Hill, and down towards South Station and the Rose Kennedy Greenway. After a much-needed rest, I went out to Cambridge to have a drink and catch up with my cousin Warren and two of his daughters (one was at a slumber party), then back into town for dinner with dad at Select Oyster Bar. We rounded out our weekend with more walking around the city to work up an appetite, then dim sum brunch at Myers & Chang to fortify us for our walk back and respective trips home. All in all, a fantastic weekend!! Here's a goofy and totally unflattering selfie commemorating the trip.