Sunday Funday: Winding Down

Summer is sadly winding to a close. I am trying to hold on with all my might and wring out the very essence of summer before it slips away. Our time together on the weekends is even more precious as the semester has begun and it is nearly time for school and rehearsals. Our time no longer will be our own.

This weekend we have an almost perfect balance of frenzied activity and restful repose.

Friday evening, we went to a local town fair and soaked

up some ambiance.  The view from the ferris wheel was humbling.

Afterward, we went to a local creamery and sampled some

handmade ice cream. Delightful!

Saturday was a day that summer dreams of being: a morning

at the Community Garden, followed by the Farmer's Market. 

An afternoon of swimming and innertubing at a local waterfall.

A locavore feast on the deck followed by a moonlit stroll. In short, bliss.

Sunday low-key and relaxing: Brunch under the morning sun, 

running through the sprinkler, reading, napping, cleaning up, 

Vietnamese take-out, now to sack out in from of Blue Planet and

rejuvenate for the week ahead.

Good luck to you as you start another adventure!

Holiday Week: Mr. Adams Takes A Holiday

Is it just me, or is the summer flying by? Projects sit unfinished while training is high gear. I am running my biggest race of the summer tomorrow. 


Luckily my favorite guy and I took the time to take a break on the 4th of July. Neither of us had ever been to Keuka Lake, the Y-shaped Finger Lake about an hour and a half from home. 


I have a confession to make though (don't worry, my favorite guy already knows): I have a crush. A colonial crush. Many people adore the tall redheaded author in Thomas Jefferson or the stoic grace of George Washington. Not me. I am a fan of obnoxious, pushy, short John Adams. I have a soft spot for a guy who wrote his wife everyday with such love and devotion. And I feel bad for the guy. He worked tirelessly to help this country to declare its independence and on the anniversary of that famous date, he died. As did Thomas Jefferson. On the freakin' 4th of July. Ironic. Adams' final words are purported to be, " Thomas Jefferson lives.", not knowing that Jefferson had died a few hours prior.


I decided that Mr. Adams needed to enjoy a 4th again, so we took him on an adventure. 

I hope that he enjoyed the relaxing fun-filled day as much as we did. Time now though to lace up the running shoes again...