Today began badly. Clarence-the-Canine and I struck out for an early morning run that was supposed to be perfect, crisp, and beautiful. What happened instead is that I continued to ignore the gathering tightness I have sensed in my right calf and Achilles during our last two or three runs, hoping it would work itself … Continue reading A Very Good Day
Handsome Chef Boyfriend
Held Up By Giants And Fluff
With my apologies to Ms. Bronte. I am getting ready to move to a new place. Again. This explains my long silence in the blogosphere, together with my new job at this interesting small business startup. (I have not left the ballet world, gentle reader; I have taken on additional employment because circumstances demand it.) … Continue reading Held Up By Giants And Fluff
Why I Run
Among other reasons. Second day in a row of five-milers in Handsome Chef Boyfriend's corner of Vermont. Stunning. And Clarence and I always run harder when we find ourselves in his company; pretty perfect day.
Home Alone
It has been raining here in Vermont for about five weeks in a row now with no signs of letting up. Well okay, more like five days. I am about halfway through a week-long reprieve from ballet school before summer term starts next week with a bang; this distinguished guest instructor from American Ballet Theatre's … Continue reading Home Alone
Cage Rattling
This beauty arrived at my cottage early last week and hung out with me a few days, taking flight just before Handsome Chef Boyfriend's happy arrival Thursday. Lately I have felt unsettled, a little jittery, like I've had too much coffee, but all the time. My first academic year on the teaching staff at White … Continue reading Cage Rattling
Got this?
This bottle holds a bit of liquid Nirvana straight from a local cow who was milked very early last Thursday morning, delivered to me by Handsome Chef Boyfriend Thursday night (er, the milk--not the cow). On this occasion HCB served as a courier for a friend who took note of my interest in this product … Continue reading Got this?
What’s Wrong With This Picture?
I started collecting Pyrex in this vintage pattern many years ago when I stumbled across some dirt cheap refrigerator containers at a huge weekend flea market. I recognized it instantly. The year I moved into my first apartment as a young undergrad my mom had given me a bunch of cast-off kitchenware which included a single mixing … Continue reading What’s Wrong With This Picture?
Delicious. Naughty.
Last night I was shooed out of my own kitchen so Handsome Chef Boyfriend could bake mystery cookies. These peanut butter-based beauties emerged from my tiny, unevenly heated, apartment-sized oven a bit later. Main sources of flavor aside from peanut butter (and after HCB fished around in my pantry for a while): pecans, maple syrup … Continue reading Delicious. Naughty.
When Chefs Can’t Decide
Because, as Handsome Chef Boyfriend himself said so laconically: We've had enough compelling chicken.
Road Rage, Princess Style
A recent phone conversation between Handsome Chef Boyfriend and myself: Me: I had this guy on my tail in his pickup truck heading towards Bromley, trying to pass me in the right lane. Big beard, baseball cap, checked wool jacket, sitting in his huge-ass truck. HCB: Why were you driving in the wrong lane? Me: … Continue reading Road Rage, Princess Style
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