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Things to Distract Me from Not Being in Mexico November 10, 2011

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My next-door neighbor Lynda is in Mexico celebrating her fortieth birthday with good friends. As noted previously, I am not there. I am missing out. Distractions are a must. Here’s a bit of what’s been going down since she left:

Work. Well, of course work. Fly-fishing manuscripts and a pamphlet for pregnant teens about having a baby. It’s good to get a little medical again. (For the record, I’d rather fly fish than be a pregnant teen.)

Food. I have two words for you: osso buco. And two more: firedepartment pancakebreakfast.

Drink. A friend brought five amazing bottles of wine to the osso buco dinner. I like to think that the minor hangover I had the next day was my little way of connecting with the birthday girl the day after her fortieth.

Backgammon. The food and drink ultimately led to a rousing evening of backgammon. I won two, lost three. It turns out that I sometimes I don’t count well when I’m tipsy.

Exercise. A hike up Porch Hill with Tim and a muddy descent. Yoga. Trips to the gym. (Keep moving! Don’t think about Mexico!)

Shopping. Farmer’s market on Saturday. Local buying club order. Online vitamin purchases for winter. It’s all terribly exciting, isn’t it?

Reading. Deloney sent me a bird-nerd/foodie novel by Edward Riche called Rare Birds, which I just finished and totally enjoyed. Thanks, Deloney! (Now I want to see the movie.) I am rereading the November project, a project Mali and I participated in last year, 30 writers, 30 days, 200–300 words. I am reading each day’s booklet on the day itself and skipping the writers I don’t care for! So there.

Screens. Went to see a bird-nerd movie, The Big Year, which was great. (I’d read the book a couple of years ago and it never occurred to me that anyone would turn it into a movie. But with Steve Martin, Owen Wilson, and Jack Black, how could you go wrong?) Have also been catching up on season 2 of Bored to Death. Yum.

Something totally new. Tim and I took a curling clinic last night. You heard me right, my Canadian friends: curling! It was a lot of fun and really hard. My schedule and cold-hands-and-feet thing and fear of team sports generally pretty much mean I won’t be joining the club, but I am so glad I checked it out.

Junk food. After curling, and way too late at night, Tim and I melted the last of the queso Chihuahua (which Pat had left for us before she left for Mexico) over blue tortilla chips and sucked them down with a nice IPA. We never do stuff like that. I felt like a teenager. Plus, we were watching Corner Gas’s curling episode and were pretty psyched that we understood it.

Swing. Yesterday, because it was 67 degrees (F), and to help fulfill my goal of never letting a calendar month slip by without this activity, I got on the birthday girl’s swing set next door. There’s something about swinging really high, up over the creek, hitting the low pine branches with your feet—Mexico or no Mexico, you are right where you are, and it’s perfect.

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1. Deloney - November 10, 2011

Glad you liked the book, I.B.!

2. helen - November 11, 2011

Who needs Mexico when you’ve got small-town Vermont? I almost think you could do an American version of Corner Gas set there Indigo…

3. helen - November 11, 2011

Oops, I obviously failed in my formatting of that comment.

You can be the loveable heavy-drinking fly-fishing couple that never manages to rise early enough to catch any fish…

indigo bunting - November 11, 2011

I like it.

4. Eulalia Benejam Cobb - November 11, 2011

Your lovely Swing paragraph made me think of this (couldn’t resist pasting it in):

The Swing
By Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

indigo bunting - December 5, 2011

Thank you!

5. Mali - November 12, 2011

It all sounds great. Especially the re-reading! I don’t know what queso Chihuahua is but I’m assuming it’s not a small dog gratin.

6. LisaS - November 13, 2011

mmmm, queso Chihuahua & chips. love me some cheese dip. and you seem to be as good as i am at distracting yourself from the fact you’re not lying on the beach ….

7. Dona - November 19, 2011

It sounds like you are keeping well occupied, IB. I’ll have to see if I can find Corner Gas. It sounds like something I’d like.

Also the books and movie you saw.

Lali — I love that poem — I used to sing the first stanza when I was on a swing. It was one of the poems I’d belt out in my dad’s empty garage as a kid.

8. Jenny - November 30, 2011

There’s so much in this post that I love. Corner Gas! Great show. Swings? Hell yes. I love how to world looks from a swing. Book suggestions from good friends, The November Project (and skipping the writers you don’t like … I get that), and exercise. Food, drink – love the firedepartment pancakebreakfasts. I don’t know how to play Backgammon but it’s such a pretty looking board.

indigo bunting - December 5, 2011

Yay Corner Gas! Yay swings! You should try backgammon someday…


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