The Daily Lys

My resolution for 2014 was to write a page a day.
I've already failed, but the story goes on.

The best advice I’ve ever been given

I’ve semi been avoiding this because I’m a cotton-headed ninnymuggins who can’t seem to pinpoint one BEST piece of advice (or who gave it to me). Clearly the person who taught me to treat others the way I want to be treated deserves some sort of cash award, but I’ve been trying to think of something a little more specific—and recent.

I guess one of the best most recent pieces of advice I’ve received came from my mother-in-law, Gloucester’s answer to Martha Stewart. She once said something to me, many many many moons ago, about how making your own salad dressing was one of the easiest, yet most impressive, gestures. At first I thought she was crazy. Why make your own salad dressing when everyone has at least 4 different bottles littering their refrigerator shelves. But over the years, I’ve come to 100% live by what she was getting at that day. Taking the extra time to do things personally by hand and from scratch is not only more delicious, but it shows people how much you appreciate them and how excited you are to be spending time with them.

Long story short—small gestures go a long, long way.

Random, awesome Saturday.

Caprese, Pesto Pasta, Coconut Cake

Croquet, Fire, Christopher Lloyd

What Scares Me Most

are the same things that scare many people most. Ginormo spiders and snakes lurking within reach; the unknowns of death and dying; a phone call delivering devastating news about a loved one; a routine test at the doctor coming back positive for something serious; a simple road trip turning into a fatal car crash; lying in bed and hearing a home invader. 

…so I guess that was my roundabout way of saying I’m scared shitless of death, in all its various shapes and sizes. 

Saco weekend in 5 pictures.

This morning, when I got out of bed, I…

had already pressed the snooze button three times. The final time wasn’t my fault, though. I heard James getting into the shower and figured I had at least another 8 minutes before I could hop in. No use wasting a warm bed just to lollygag.

The sun was shining, and I don’t really mind early mornings when they’re sunny. My head, however, was on the groggy, fuzzy, borderline-hungover side. We spent the evening in Lanesville, celebrating Jamison’s birthday with zingers, scotch, and fire-side science experiments. 

This morning started a little earlier than usual. I’m working an early half day so we can attempt to leave for the Saco around noon. 

This morning, when I got out of bed, I felt excited and anxious for the weekend, but regretful of that last beer. 

I love the sounds of…

  • Sizzling bacon on a Saturday morning—when I sleep in a little late and wander down to the kitchen to find James already making breakfast. 
  • Cannonball splashes off the house boat roof.
  • The desperate, wheezy gasps for breath when my friends and I are laughing so hard we’re on the verge of asphyxiation. 
  • The light clinking of ice cubes, chilling a cocktail in a fancy cocktail glass.
  • The “Viva San Pedro!” chants the oar-carrying children make, Sunday of Fiesta.
  • The easy swoosh of a single pair of skis going down an isolated, backwoods trail.
  • Hearing a familiar and friendly, “Lys?” in a place where I least expect it. 

10 Rules I Have Broken

  1. Doing things progressively, in a “logical” order. (James and I said “I love you” before we started dating, we bought a house years before we even got engaged). 
  2. Using the phrase “Time heals all wounds” when giving advice to others, when I know FULL WELL there are grudges I’ll just never, ever, ever get over (ever). 
  3. Glass houses, stones, you know (just being a horrible, self-righteous bitch). 
  4. Judging people for books they haven’t read and movies they haven’t seen (when I’ve never even read these or seen the majority of these).
  5. Mocking and gawking at girls in crop tops when really I’d LOVE to be able to flatteringly rock one. 
  6. Being so lazy about taking my makeup off before bed (I know).
  7. Not getting pleasure from other people’s pain (sorry Ataan, it took balls to lip sync to *NSYNC’s (God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time on You at the high school talent show). (Also, a million other times when I laughed at people falling or hurting themselves or being absolutely mortified in public).
  8. Throwing food in my fridge away before its expiration date because I don’t like the looks of it/didn’t enjoy it the first time around. I know there are starving families all over the world, but I just can’t stomach that leftover chili for a sixth time. 
  9. "Shedding for the wedding." I was way too anxious/busy/frazzled to diet during wedding planning, but, in hindsight, it wouldn’t have been the worst idea.
  10. Googling endings of books, movies, and TV shows right in their midsts. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: Gimme all the spoilers.

It takes a man to live, it takes a woman to make him compromise.

—Flowers in Your Hair, The Lumineers