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Florida the Beautiful

I’m going on day 5 of a lovely sinus infection. Instead of being cooped up all day, I try to get outside for fresh air as much as possible. Yesterday I snapped these:


The rising sun splashed the blue ski with orange.


Bright red leaves are all over the place.


Perfect day for leisurely walks by the canal.


Zeppelin was enjoying it so much, he didn’t want to go inside.

Today it’s going to get up to about 80°, so we plan on getting more shots today while enjoying Florida in January…in shorts!


Don’t Shit Where You Eat

Today I fell back in love with my kitchen. For the last six months or so, I’ve become increasingly overwhelmed in it. I had purged a lot of things and nailed down some new organization systems (which my husband is really good at it ignoring), but still felt like I had too much in too little space. I also started to get paranoid that I could never get it clean enough (I grew up with a friend whose house was always really dirty, and it stuck with me), so combined with the crampiness, I started to lose some creative mojo.

Like any normal person, when I have an extra day off- like I did today- I clean*. This morning I took everything out of my kitchen and pantry. Everything. I swept, mopped, sprayed, wiped and scrubbed. Then, I spent the rest of the afternoon putting everything away- neatly.

I realized that there were still a lot of things I could get rid of, too. Like the big ass coffee pot my mom bought me to replace the small French press of mine that she broke. “I know you had a simple one because you rarely drink coffee, so here’s a fancy electric one you’ll never use.” Makes perfect sense.

Now I wish I hadn’t planned such a simple meal for tonight- steaks on the grill, baked potatoes, big salad-  because I finally feel at one with my kitchen again instead of wanting to find a way to bring it to life so I could murder it.

*I truly do get a kick out of taking my time every now and then and cleaning the hell out of the place. Other times, though, there are at least a million things I’d rather do than a couple of dishes in the sink, much less getting wrist deep in toilet.