Bravo! I have always treasured your style of writing, Becca - this one is a gem! I am filling up on visits with old friends this fall/winter - high school pals, college roommates, former Hamilton and Colgate students, business/work contacts. And I am trying to fill up on nature by getting outside for a hike at least twice a week, regardless of this cranky upper hamstring pull I sustained in faculty/student full field soccer game. I've been reminded to stick to golf (although golf does not provide the cardio workout necessary for rigorous hikes or bursts on the soccer pitch). Hoping to fill my ski boots with my legs this winter for some long(ish) gently winding New England trails. And filling up on fish and shellfish and all good things from the ocean as I adjust to a Mediterranean-based diet because my belly is VERY full and the 61-year-old metabolism is not on fire at the moment! Love, love to you and your humans (Hi, Mick).
Without even trying, your updates always have the most poetic texture to them, Bev! I love to imagine your life as this amazing tapestry of whistling down a snow-flecked mountain, cold air, IPAs, and delicious New England morsels. "Fill my ski boots with legs" — perfection. The humans say a big hello back, and I'm wishing a fast recovery to your hamstring as well as all kinds of good bursts: hiking, soccer, skiing, and shellfish! You have a place to stay in Denver next time you're here. All my love!
Bravo! I have always treasured your style of writing, Becca - this one is a gem! I am filling up on visits with old friends this fall/winter - high school pals, college roommates, former Hamilton and Colgate students, business/work contacts. And I am trying to fill up on nature by getting outside for a hike at least twice a week, regardless of this cranky upper hamstring pull I sustained in faculty/student full field soccer game. I've been reminded to stick to golf (although golf does not provide the cardio workout necessary for rigorous hikes or bursts on the soccer pitch). Hoping to fill my ski boots with my legs this winter for some long(ish) gently winding New England trails. And filling up on fish and shellfish and all good things from the ocean as I adjust to a Mediterranean-based diet because my belly is VERY full and the 61-year-old metabolism is not on fire at the moment! Love, love to you and your humans (Hi, Mick).
Without even trying, your updates always have the most poetic texture to them, Bev! I love to imagine your life as this amazing tapestry of whistling down a snow-flecked mountain, cold air, IPAs, and delicious New England morsels. "Fill my ski boots with legs" — perfection. The humans say a big hello back, and I'm wishing a fast recovery to your hamstring as well as all kinds of good bursts: hiking, soccer, skiing, and shellfish! You have a place to stay in Denver next time you're here. All my love!