life in a post #2

Hey there, remember me? I’m the girl who used to post on her blog more than once a week.

Sorry about that, time got away from me last week, this whole settling in thing can be a bit unsettling at times.

It’s funny how being in a routine can make one more productive, while being out of that routine can derail even the smallest of habits due to lack of structure. Maybe I’m the only one who suffers this.

But I digress. I thought I’d catch you up on my Instagram life today, in case you don’t follow me on twitter.

Somehow, we have only made it into Boston once since we’ve been here, and this is a picture of the harbor. Or actually this is the Charles River, do you call that the harbor still? Whatever, it’s water.
We walked along the promenade beside the Charles River with my friend Morgan and her god-brother after a yummy dinner in Back Bay. I love the city, but it takes some planning and effort to get in there, and honestly, we have so much to entertain us in our area that we haven’t really felt the need to venture in.
I have loved finding quaint little houses in our area, and this one is on my usual walking route. Virtually every house up here has siding on it, it’s hard to find a brick house, which is interesting to me. I wonder if it has something to do with the weather, or the age of the houses. Enlighten me if you know. It doesn’t prevent the houses from being adorable though!
Did somebody say adorable houses?
I drove past this the other day and almost had a wreck. How could you not want to live here? Just imagine it in the snow.
This is another lovely addition to my walks. I caught him eating breakfast. We found a church up here (yay!) and started going to a community group on Monday nights, and we drove up last week to a long, winding driveway lined with huge old trees, flanked on either side by horse pastures.
This guy lived next door to the house where we met. Apparently there are three dalmatians that live on the grounds as well; it’s my goal tonight to meet them.
We also went antique shopping a few weeks ago, where we found our ottoman that we plan to re-cover, and literally I felt like I was walking into my grandmother’s basement. Like, I think half the trinkets I saw my grandparents owned at one point.
And most recently, we had dinner with friends of a friend (I suppose now we can call them friends!) in Somerville Mass (as they say up here), which is right outside of Cambridge, which is right outside of Boston.
We didn’t eat at Rosebud Diner, pictured above, but we walked past it in Davis Square and I thought it was awesome so I took a picture. Apparently it is one of two working Worcester Diners left in the country, so that’s cool, if you know what that means.
Other than that, we’ve just been living the life, you know. Sliding by on part-time gigs and trying to do some writing. We go home next weekend for a wedding which is fun, it will be good to see kitty.
Happy Monday, y’all.
-me.

off to the races…sort of.

This weekend we went to (drumroll please…) Steeplechase!

can you see them? me neither.

Steeplechase has been a steeple staple in my life for some time now, and I tend to say that it is my second favorite day of the year behind Christmas. And just like Christmas, somehow the day manages to fly by like a fighter jet.

If you don’t know what Steeplechase is, it’s actually called The Iroquois Steeplechase, a steeplechase is apparently a type of horse race that happens in lots of places. But we like to shorten things down here, and we think ours is the most important/fun, so we just call it Steeplechase.

As you can tell by the feeble attempt at the picture I took on my phone (I really did try to take a decent picture, but the horses ended up passing by right as I was getting my phone out of my purse, and it was the last race, and things just, well, things didn’t go as planned. Those guys are fast!), the horses aren’t necessarily the stars of the show at Steeplechase.

the real star. no, just kidding. but did you know these existed? it’s like a wine juice box! kids these days.

The main thing that people do at Steeplechase is, well, just hang out, I guess. I mean I’m not gonna lie, there is some professional drinking going on, but I only had a few drinks throughout the day and still had a grand ole time.

wait — that’s not me. that’s itty. he also had a great time at steeplechase, garnering many compliments on his hat.

Aside from the UH-MAY-ZING people watching

missing the other half of their barbershop crew

We just, well, I don’t even know guys! It’s so strange, I don’t even know what it is about Steeplechase that is so fun! Can you explain it? Have you ever been to something so incredibly fun but you can’t explain why? It’s a strange phenomenon, it is.

may or may not be holding a drink in a bucket. no big.

I thought maybe I’d be too old for it this year, college is over, I’m a married lady, and frankly, I’m pretty boring. But no, I had just as much fun as always, and I was sad to wave goodbye out of the window of the pickup truck (cliche? maybe.).

Anyway, I don’t really have anything profound to say about the races, just that there’s something about some…things that just makes them fun, and sometimes I can’t put my finger on it, and it baffles me, but hey. I’m not complaining. If you’d like to explain to me why things like this are so fun, I welcome the answer, but in the meantime, I’m just going to relish in the memories. I hope your weekend was as horse-filled and fun as mine was.

love,

me