The Winter List 2017

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Winter is, of course, about half over – so I’m just now getting around to posting a list of things to do.  Sounds about right.  I can’t bring myself to let the season go by without trying to squeeze every bit of fun I can out of it, though; it’s the curse of a maximizer.  Here’s what I’m thinking for the rest of the winter.  Nothing too unattainable…

  • Get in a winter hike or two when the weather is mild enough for the kiddos in their backpacks.
  • Whittle down my library stack.
  • Drink lots of tea!
  • Finish unpacking the bedroom and dining room, and once there are no boxes left in the living spaces, start tackling the basement.
  • Spend some time in Barchester – both Trollope’s and Thirkell’s versions.
  • Run the Pacers First Down 5K and Combine (preferably trained).
  • Finish my 2016 family yearbook and order it when there’s a 50% off sale, then get started on other family yearbooks.
  • Plan and book summer 2017 travel.
  • Light candles often.
  • Take the kids to Wegmans Wonderplace at the American History Museum.

I think that’s a good list!  Plenty on there to keep me busy until the trees burst into bloom and the days warm up for the season.

What are you up to this winter?

Saving My Life (Winter 2017 Edition)

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So we’re halfway through winter as of tomorrow, and therefore the wise Anne Bogel of Modern Mrs. Darcy has suggested that we all share what is saving our lives lately.  As Anne says, most of us know what’s killing us, and can articulate it, but how often do we stop and give thanks for the things – little or big – that are saving us?  I love this question and its call to gratitude, so here’s what’s saving my life lately:

  • Sunny walks around Old Town with the kids bundled into the double stroller.  It’s all about getting fresh air, and a chill breeze coming off the Potomac feels lovely when you’ve been cooped up in an office and on commuter trains all week.
  • Tea, always, and tea-adjacent fellowship.  Several of my colleagues, I’ve recently discovered, are tea enthusiasts, and we’ve been stash-diving into each other’s desk drawers.  It’s fun to work with fellow tea drinkers again.
  • Rock the Park.  If you’ve been reading my Monday posts, you have probably seen Rock the Park appear in the “watching” category week after week.  It’s such a great show – I love the hosts and the infectious joy they take in wilderness and adventures – and beautifully shot.  At the end of a long day, nothing feels as inviting as twenty minutes of watching Colton and Jack hike through beautiful mountains or splash down another stretch of whitewater.
  • My earbuds.  I chip away at my podcatcher and my audiobooks, little by little, while waiting for the Metro or walking to and from my office.  The minutes and blocks fly by when spent in the company of George Eliot or the Sorta Awesome gang.
  • Trail time.  Whether we’re out for hike in one of the many wooded areas near our house (we’re so lucky) or on paved trails at the National Zoo, there’s nothing like getting out in nature, feeling the sun and the breeze and seeing a few animals, to recharge my perpetually near-drained batteries.
  • Instagram.  It’s my favorite social media outlet and I’ve built a feed that is truly delightful – equal parts #bookstagram, natural wonders, and my friends’ adventures.  My moments of checking in on Instagram are true exhales.
  • My soft grey Hanna Anderssen bathrobe, and my red LL Bean rainboots.  Both Christmas gifts, both keeping me warm (the robe in the mornings as I stumble half asleep into the kitchen to start lunch prep, and the boots as I slosh through the city to and from work on all the rainy days we’ve been having lately).
  • Comfort reads like The Little White Horse and The Making of a Marchioness, both of which I mentioned on Monday.  My Folio and Persephone shelves still have more riches I’ve yet to touch, and I’ll be spending more time in Barsetshire this winter, too.  The crummier things get, the more I want to read the classics.
  • Smiles and giggles from my kiddos as we hang out and play together.  I try to maximize every moment I can with them, since I am so busy during the week.  I cherish our family dinners, bedtime stories, and little weekend adventures.
  • My handsome guy.  I feel so lucky to be married to my best friend and true partner.  We’re on the same page about so many of the toughest issues in marriage, and lately I have been more grateful than ever that we are able to work together toward our shared goals in a productive and loving way.  He’s the best.

What’s saving your life lately?

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (January 30, 2017)

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WOW.  I can’t believe that tomorrow is the last day of January.  How is 2017 already 1/12 over?  How can that be?  And yet it feels like we’ve lived several lifetimes in the last week alone.  But – I try hard to keep this a politics-free space, as challenging as that is becoming, so no more about You Know Who.  For now.  How were your weekends?  Mine was… okay.  Saturday started off dicey, when Nugget woke up at 4:45 with absolutely no intention of going back to sleep.  I tried bringing him into bed with us, despite having a 0% success rating on that tactic in the past – hope springs eternal.  We ended up dozing together in his rocking chair for about 90 minutes until sunrise.  Not a great start for Productivity Day, but I did my best.  We ran some errands in the morning – a haircut for Nugget, then the grocery store – and then I came home with the beginnings of a sore throat.  I worked (paying work, not house chores) while the kids napped, squeezed in a bit of a nap of my own, and then rallied for a family walk after they woke up, even though by then I felt horrible.  Swallowing was excruciating and I had a pounding headache on top of it.  I pushed through to their bedtimes and crashed on the couch at 8:00 – Saturday night and I know how to party.  I still felt kind of crummy on Sunday, but we saddled up and headed off to meet my friend Carly and her family at the zoo.  I figured my throat would hurt the same no matter where I was, so why ruin everyone else’s good time?  I started feeling a little better as the morning went on, and we got to see most of the coolest exhibits – the cheetahs were closed and we ran out of time to see my favorites, the lions, but we got in quality time with the sea lions, the bald eagle, the elephants, the pandas, the great apes (baby orangutan for the win!) the reptiles (Peanut’s on a snake kick, don’t ask me) and more.

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Reading.  I have gone full-steam into comfort reads this week.  They were the only thing I could bring myself to pick up.  Finished Notwithstanding: Stories of an English Village by the author of Corelli’s Mandolin on Wednesday (okay, but not great) and then – I couldn’t wait any longer – picked up my GORGEOUS Folio Society edition of The Little White Horse, a children’s classic I’d never read before.  (The picture above is of the edition I have.  It’s even more stunning in person.)  I devoured it and seriously considered flipping right back to the beginning and starting again, but chose instead to pick up another classic that was calling to me – The Making of a Marchioness, by Frances Hodgson Burnett.  FHB wrote one of my childhood favorites – The Secret Garden – but I’d never read any of her adult fiction.  How can that be?  Loving it so far.  The comfort reads are exactly what the doctor ordered – expect to see more of them, although I’ll have to turn back to my library stack soon.

Watching.  Not much of anything this week.  A few episodes of Rock the Park here and there, and some National Geographic animal videos with the kiddos after the zoo yesterday.  But I’ve been more inclined to my comfort reads.  Oh, and I can’t get enough of two videos I saw on Facebook – the Dutch “welcome” to Trump (I was weeping, it was so funny – “We built a whole ocean; nobody builds better oceans than we do”) and the Thug Notes discussion of Pride and Prejudice (hilarious and smart).

Listening.  Most of the week was devoted to Middlemarch on Audible.  (I’m down to a little over 16 hours of listening time left. Considering the book is over 35 hours, that means I’m past halfway – holla!)  Over the weekend I took a little break from Eliot and listened to part of The Great Courses: Money Management Skills, which I picked up for $2.95 after Anne Bogel featured it in her Great Kindle Deals email.  I’m about an hour in and finding it very interesting and informative.

Making.  A completed 2016 family yearbook – just finished yesterday!  Ordered and everything, thanks to a 50% off deal on Shutterfly.  The books are a big investment of time and money but, I think, totally worth it.  I love flipping through books from previous years, remembering all of our family adventures.

Blogging.  This week, I’m linking up with Modern Mrs. Darcy to answer the question of what’s saving my life lately on Wednesday, and sharing my winter list (only halfway through the winter!) on Friday.  Should be a fun week around these parts.

Loving.  I’ve been loving watching my social media feed explode with examples of people banding together to stand up and #RESIST the forces of hatred and bigotry.  Of course, I wish more than anything else that it wasn’t necessary – and I’ve been beyond ashamed of the government this past week; every act more disgusting and outrageous than the last – but I’m proud of everyone who has been protesting and speaking out.  These people work for US and we’re the boss, and I hope folks remember that at the polls.  I’m still looking for the best way to get involved myself – so far it’s taken the form mostly of donations to causes I believe in, and additional pro bono work – but I’d like to get more involved on the ground, so I’m working on that.

Asking.  What are you reading/watching/making/loving this week?

12 Months of Trails: Great Falls North River Trail & Riverbend Park (January 2017)

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I can’t tell you how excited I am to bring back the twelve months’ hiking project!  Longtime readers may recall that Steve and I set a goal of getting out onto a different hiking trail at least once every month in 2015, and at the end of the year we had a collection of fantastic hikes to show for it.  I wanted to keep the project going into 2016, but we quickly realized that we had pretty much exhausted the family friendly hiking trails in Western New York.  But the dawn of this new year sees us back home in Northern Virginia, with a wealth of hiking trails to choose from and some travel plans that will take us to even more spectacular hiking locations – with all that to look forward to, how could I not bring back the hiking project?

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Our first hike of 2017 had to involve Great Falls somehow – it just wouldn’t have felt right otherwise.  Great Falls might be my favorite place in the world.  It’s a tough call, because I love so many places.  But this rollicking gorge holds a special place in my heart.  I think I’ve hiked here more than anywhere else – in all seasons and all weather – and I know every inch of the trail.  (At least, on the Virginia side.  The Maryland side boasts the Billy Goat Trail, which is one of the most popular hikes in the D.C. area, and we still haven’t tried it.  I hope to have corrected that omission by the end of 2017!)

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Our first stop, as always, was the overlook, so we could wave hello to the waterfalls.  The water was really rolling last weekend – you could see the mist coming off the falls section quite a ways up the trail.  I brought my Adirondack flag to show my love for my favorite state park while I hiked my favorite federal park.

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Whenever we head for Great Falls, we always get into a debate – should we head downriver, into the NPS area of the park, or should we walk up the trail to Riverbend Park (part of the Fairfax County park system) and leave the NPS section?  I like to walk downriver and stay in the federal area, but Steve prefers to walk upriver into the Fairfax County park section.  He likes the more consistent river views upriver, while I don’t mind meandering into the woods a bit and then coming out onto more sporadic, but more spectacular, views downriver.

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Since the last time we hiked Great Falls, we went downriver, it was only fair to hike upriver this time.  So we set out for the North River Trail, which takes hikers out of Great Falls and into Riverbend Park.

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First bird sightings – a few Canadian geese waiting out the winter (or stopping by on their way further south).  There was also a gaggle of ducks.

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The North River Trail has a bit of very mild technical hiking, which adds to the fun.  Starting small with some stone steps…

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Into a tight scramble area.  I wished I had brought my hiking poles, but I did fine grabbing onto the rocks and tree trunks along the side of the trail.

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We have arrived!  Riverbend Park is such a versatile area.  It’s great for birding all year round, and the trail is loved by both hikers and trail runners.  It’s interesting enough to keep you engaged, but not so technical that you couldn’t run it if you were of the mind to do so.

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This guy was giving me lots of kisses.  Everyone should try hiking with an affectionate toddler on their backs.

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At one point we all shared a water bottle.  I was a little worried about all this water going down the back of my neck, but fortunately, my fears turned out to be misplaced.  What a relief!

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We ended the hike with a special treat – a Great Blue Heron!  Mom’s favorite bird – what a delight to see that guy.  (Can you spot him in the picture above?  Note to self: bring the dSLR next time.  iPhone pictures just don’t cut it for birding.)

A little scrambling, a gorgeous waterfall, and some great birding action – not a bad start to a new twelve months’ hiking project!

Have you been hitting the trails recently?

2016: A Year In Reading, Part II: Book Superlatives

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Yay, book superlatives!  This is one of my favorite posts of the year to write.  Giving high school yearbook awards to the books I read over the course of the previous year just tickles me right in the funny bone.  Y’all know what this is about, so no more preface – let’s get down to it.

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Brainiest.  This year’s valedictorian was… Marilynne Robinson, again!  One of the first books I read in 2016 was also one of the smartest.  I didn’t understand a word of When I Was a Child I Read Books, but I’m hoping my brain got bigger for reading it.

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Best Looking.  Kathryn Aalto wins this category for The Natural World of Winnie-the-Pooh, which I devoured this summer.  Gorgeous pictures of the flora and fauna of Ashdown Forest, interspersed with E.H. Shepard’s illustrations from Winnie-the-Pooh – no one else could compete.

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Best Friends.  Kamala and Bruno have the sweetest, most adorable, most supportive and nerdiest friendship in Jersey City.  (Of course Bruno has to go and complicate it.  Maybe next year they’ll move to the “Cutest Couple” category, but for now these BFFs get “Best Friends” honors.)

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Class Clown.  The award goes to Mindy Kaling!  (Again?  Has she won before?  I can’t keep track.)  Why Not Me? got some mixed reviews, but for my part, I found it hilarious – especially Mindy’s reinvention of herself as a wannabe-party girl Latin teacher at a posh NYC prep school.  Who else but Mindy would construct an elaborate fantasy world in which her colleagues hate her?

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Biggest Jock.  It was a decidedly un-athletic class this year, so the pickings were slim.  Biggest Jock has to go, for lack of anyone more muscley, to Robert Langdon, whose daily swimming habit saves his life when he gets dropped from a papal helicopter into the river in Rome during one of the climactic scenes of Angels and Demons.  Swimming.  It saves symbologists.

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Teacher’s Pet.  Elena gets the title, for her determination to succeed in school just so she can have one area of life where she is more brilliant than her brilliant friend Lila.

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Biggest Nerd.  Kamala again, because how can I not give “Biggest Nerd” to the teen superhero who geeks out at meeting Wolverine, star of her most up-voted fanfic?

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Most Creative.  One of my favorite books of the year, To the Bright Edge of the World takes the award for “Most Creative.”  I wouldn’t want to meet that raven man in a dark alley.

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Most Opinionated.  I read a lot of fantastic books on important issues this year, so this was a tough category to decide – but it has to go to Jesmyn Ward for her roundup of essays on the African-American experience.  Not an easy read, but easily one of the most important books of the early 21st century.

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Most Likely to End Up in Hollywood.  The Regional Office is Under Attack! was written as if it was just begging to be made into an action film.  It was nowhere near my favorite book of the year, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it ended up on the big screen.

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Biggest Rebel.  The ten dollar founding father without a father gets the title this year – how could he not?  2016 continued my obsession with all things Hamilton, including Hamilton: the Revolution, Lin-Manuel Miranda’s libretto of the Broadway musical that is changing the face (literally) of theatre.

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Biggest Loner.  She never actually got to be alone, between the prison and the insane asylum, but Grace Marks was definitely That Weird Kid.

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Cutest Couple.  In a stunning upset, Marko and Alana win this one!  They’re not exactly the popular kids (every bounty hunter in the galaxy is out to kill them) but every so often there’s a surprise in yearbook voting.

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Most Likely to Succeed.  When the stakes are high enough, failure is not an option.  So say The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu, and you should listen to them.

Way too much fun!  Who were the valedictorians, prom queens and quarterbacks of your reading list last year?

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (January 23, 2017)

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Well, here we go again – another new week.  How was everyone’s weekend?  Decently productive over here.  It was the second weekend of our “one day for family fun, one day for chores” scheme, and we ended up flipping the days because Saturday’s weather (even though grey and misting) was better than Sunday’s.  I’d been seriously considering going to the Women’s March on Washington – I was thinking I might push Peanut in the stroller – but decided against attending, mainly because I was a little anxious about the event.  To quote a work friend who also opted out, “It only takes one crazy with a gun.”  I also have another state Bar application in progress and I didn’t want to jeopardize that with any police entanglements.  So I reminded myself that I was there on Election Day and I did my part in pulling the lever for Hillary.  Of course, with 20-20 hindsight – knowing that the protests were peaceful, no violence and no police clashes – I wish I’d gone.  But instead, I took on a new pro bono case, made a statement of support for the National Park Service after they were banned from Twitter by the Trump Administration (I just threw up a little) (and so it begins) and lived to fight another day.  We spent Saturday at Great Falls, hiking the North River Trail into Riverbend Park, talking about how much we love our National Parks and how horrified we are about the news that they’ve been banned from Twitter.  (And I waved the Adirondack flag over the Falls, just for good measure – we love state parks, too!)  Sunday was devoted to grocery shopping, food prep, and completing our unpacking in the dining room – a productive day.

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Reading.  Decently productive reading week, too – helped out by the fact that I left my phone in Nugget’s room overnight on Saturday, and so could not be distracted from my book (The Fate of the Tearling).  But that’s jumping ahead.  I finished March: Book 3 last Monday (astonishing and necessary), then read Becoming Nicole in less than 24 hours – I couldn’t put it down.  Finally, after avoiding it for two weeks, I then picked up The Fate of the Tearling.  I know that the Queen of the Tearling trilogy has tons of fans, and I don’t dislike it, per se, but I just don’t see what the fuss is about.  The third book, like the first two, was fine – although the ending was a massive WTF for me.  (Sorry if that’s a spoiler – it’s not meant as such.)  Now I’m just a few stories into Notwithstanding, a book of linked short stories from the author of Corelli’s Mandolin – so far, I’m enjoying it.  Next up, I think I’m finally going to tackle the new Jonathan Safran Foer – wish me luck.

Watching.  I might have to go back to my old format if I can’t mix it up more, but I can’t help it – I get on jags.  Steve and I are still working our way through Season 2 of Rock the Park.  We have decided that we are going to Denali to pet sled dog puppies, because CUTE!  I think we may have to stop watching, though.  Sunday night’s two episodes were so epic and amazing that there’s probably nowhere to go but down.  First, Jack and Colton hiked in Mt. Rainier National Park with then-Secretary of the Interior Sally Jewell.  And then, they CLIMBED. THE. GRAND TETON.  THE GRAND TETON.  Yup, we’re not watching anymore – that was the limit.  Just kidding.  We’re totally addicted.

Listening.  Still going strong with Middlemarch on Audible, even though my podcatcher is starting to fill up again.  Since I know you’re all wondering – Mr. Casaubon is every bit as infuriating on audio as he is in print!  He is. The actual. Worst.  Amirite?

Making.  A fully unpacked and cleaned out dining room (this is exciting stuff, guys) and an empty upstairs hallway – again!  Not to mention a fridge full of sliced veggies and hard-boiled eggs, because I am starting a modified Whole 30 today (wish me luck).  I wish I had something more fun to report to you.  Oh – here’s something fun.  I’m nearly done with my 2016 family yearbook!  Layout, backgrounds and embellishments are done.  I just have to finish the captions and proofread it, and then I’ll be ready to press the “order” button the next time there’s a 50% off sale (those books aren’t cheap).

Blogging.  Coming up this week, I have good stuff!  Book superlatives on Wednesday, and a recap of Saturday’s hike at Riverbend Park (the first in my rekindled Twelve Months Hiking Project series – hurray!) on Friday.  Check back!

Loving.  Even though I didn’t go myself, I loved all the pictures in my social media feed from the women’s marches around the country and the world.  We are a pretty amazing community of women (and men!) and I just hope that this energy continues.  If you were marching on Saturday, I also love you.

Asking.  What are you reading/watching/loving this week?

 

Every Day’s a Test of Our Camaraderie and Bravery*

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Well – it’s here.  I sort of didn’t believe this day would actually come – but of course, I knew that it had to.  And now it’s here.  Inauguration Day.  Eight years ago, I was on the Mall for President Obama’s first inauguration.  It was one of my dad’s “bucket list” items to attend a Presidential inauguration, and the historic nature of President Obama’s was appealing.  So – we went; Steve, my dad, and I.  We spent the night in the West End apartment of a friend who had (probably wisely) decamped to another state for the weekend, so that we wouldn’t have to fight the Metro on our way in.  And we walked down to the Mall early on Inauguration Day morning.  The crowds were intense and we ended up probably a half mile back from the Capitol steps – all the way down the grass at the Smithsonian Museum of American History (which felt fitting, after all).  The cold was intense, too.  I spent most of the day hopping up and down, trying to stay warm in my warmest ski parka, while my dad waited in interminable hot chocolate lines.  But at the end of the day, we’d seen Barack Obama sworn in as the 44th President of the United States and we walked home beaming.

This year – I have no desire to fight the crowds and attend the inauguration.  I don’t even plan to turn on the television.  My office is closed, as are pretty much all offices in downtown D.C., and I’m planning to spend the day in front of my computer, working from home, and ignore the fact that something huge and upsetting is going on just across the river.  I’ll take refuge in work and then, if I get through my to-do list, I’ll open a book and turn to my lifelong comfort – words.

We all have our ways of coping in times of national (and personal) stress.  Steve likes to take out his frustrations in a video game.  I know people who pound it out at the gym or who pour themselves into knitting, baking, running, or innumerable other pastimes when they’re stressed.  For me, salvation and clear-headedness are found mostly in two places: on the hiking trails, and between the covers of a book.  And since Election Day, I’ve taken particular comfort in my old friend – words – when the going got tough.

Historical Documents

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On Election Day, I left the house and walked to my polling place (living in a walkable neighborhood again after a few years is such a delight).  I cast my ballot, exchanged a few jokes and pleasantries with the Hillary campaign folks gathered just over the “no campaigning line” on my way out, and walked to the Metro to head into the office.  As I walked to the train, the enormity and historical significance of this election overwhelmed me and I started to cry.  I really believed that my candidate was going to win (she did pretty much sweep my little liberal Northern Virginia bubble, and I was proud, later, that it was our votes in the D.C. suburbs that delivered Virginia to her).  But I still felt all weird and shaky for some reason.  So when I got to work, I grabbed a cup of coffee from the kitchenette and fired up my work computer to read the only thing that I thought was going to comfort me in that moment – the Declaration of Sentiments.

 We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness…

In college I visited Seneca Falls, site of the historic signing of the Declaration of Sentiments and the birthplace of the women’s rights movement (now a national historic park).  I can’t wait to take Peanut there someday, and show her this important place to her heritage.  And on Election Day 2016, as I read articles about women in Rochester waiting in long lines to leave their “I Voted” stickers on Susan B. Anthony’s grave, the Declaration of Sentiments seemed like the words I needed to have in my head.  I left the document open on my computer screen all day.

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Of course, we all know how Election Day turned out.  Everyone coped differently.  Some avoided all news coverage; I found myself sucking down article after article on The Washington Post and The Atlantic‘s websites.  I know, I know.  Reading those publications wasn’t going to do much to explain to me How This Could Possibly Happen In America.  But I wasn’t looking for those kinds of answers just then.  I was looking for comfort, remember?  They delivered that comfort, weirdly, amongst the doom and gloom.

Alexandra Petri, the hilarious voice behind the ComPost blog (and one of my favorite satirical writers) wrote:

You go to Baba Yaga’s chicken-legged shack on the edge of the forest. “Please,” you say. “Take anything you want. I will make any trade. My free press? My bodily autonomy? My voice? My right to a place at the table?”

Baba Yaga looks at you, confused. “You must trade something you still have.”

(From “The Five Stages of Trump Grief,” November 11, 2016).

And Garrison Keillor, that giant of the intellectual community (and D.C. darling) gave us these words in the Post, which were shared and shared and shared in my Facebook feed and which I must have read a dozen times if I read them once:

We liberal elitists are now completely in the clear.  The government is in Republican hands.  Let them deal with him.  Democrats can spend four years raising heirloom tomatoes, meditating, reading Jane Austen, traveling around the country, tasting artisan beers, and let the Republicans build the wall and carry on the trade war with China and deport the undocumented and deal with opioids, and we Democrats can go for a long, brisk walk and smell the roses.

(From “Trump Voters Will Not Like What Happens Next,” November 9, 2016.)  Keillor’s words were the only thing that made me smile on November 9th.  All of his plans sound great – well, except for maybe meditating, which is something I’ve never been able to get the hang of doing.  But reading Jane Austen, raising heirloom tomatoes, tasting artisan beer and traveling?  Sign me up.

In the days after the election, I devoured satire, along with social justice reading lists, calls to action, hand-wringing blog posts, and articles that began to take apart the question that historians will study for years – how on Earth…?

Hamiltunes

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(Busted.  That’s The Secret Garden playbill she’s reading, not Hamilton.  We’re not taking her with us when we see the show on Broadway in October.  Oh, yeah, did I tell you we finally got tickets?!)

I stay and work with Hamilton.  We write essays against slavery.  And every day’s a test of our camaraderie and bravery.

(John Laurens as portrayed by Anthony Ramos in Hamilton.)

It’s not exactly a change to say that we are listening to Hamilton a lot in our house.  The whole family loves the soundtrack – from Steve, who now knows it well enough to know when to adjust the volume (for instance, before just about every Hercules Mulligan line except for “Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice, and I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis.”) down to Nugget, who has recently started to bust out with “Frow my shot! Shot!” at the cutest possible moments.  Of course Peanut is a huge fan of the Schuyler Sisters – especially Angelica – and she requests “Wait For It,” her favorite song, every morning on the way to school.

Hamilton, as just about everyone knows at this point, is truly a musical for our times.  In telling the story of the American Revolution through hip-hop, rap, salsa, jazz, and so many other styles of song, Hamilton also speaks volumes about the current state of our great experiment.  The cast has been outspoken throughout the election process, using their fame to reach millions of people with their message of inclusivity and diversity.  And of course, the music is awesome.

I think your pants look hot.  Laurens, I like you a lot.

As I’ve been listening on an almost daily basis after the election, a few lines have jumped out as particularly poignant or relevant.  They’re usually delivered by one of my favorite characters in the show – John Laurens.  I have a soft spot for Washington, of course.  But Laurens was a historical figure about whom I didn’t know much, and Anthony Ramos’ portrayal of Hamilton’s best friend and fellow aide-de-camp to Washington is one of the best in the show, I think.  Laurens – an ardent abolitionist – also has some of the most thought-provoking lines for our time.

Rise up.
When you’re living on your knees, you
Rise up.
Tell your brother that he’s gotta
Rise up.
Tell your sister that she’s gotta
Rise up.
When are these Colonies gonna
Rise up?

And of course,

Tomorrow there’ll be more of us.

Yes, there will.  To quote Hamilton – “Laurens, do not throw away your shot.”

Books, Always

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Eventually I had to take a step back from news coverage.  I didn’t totally eliminate it – I’m still checking my preferred news sites every day – but I couldn’t immerse myself in it anymore.  I’m always reading a book, so it’s not really news that I read books after the election.

The first book I requested from the library after the election was The Audacity of Hope, President Obama’s manual for change written while he was a U.S. Senator.  (I did really enjoy his bio on the back flap.  “Barack Obama is the junior U.S. Senator from Illinois.”  I was all, NOT ANYMORE!!!!)  I was craving the thoughtful words of a sane person and The Audacity of Hope fit the bill nicely, although it did cause me to shake my head a number of times and think, these are such good ideas.  How many more amazing things President Obama could have accomplished if only Congress hadn’t obstructed him every step of the way.  I agreed with basically everything President Obama wrote – except that I can’t “acknowledge that the recreational hunter feels the same way about his guns” as I feel about my library books.  Sorry, Mr. President, but nobody feels as strongly about anything as I do about my library books.  (I’m kidding!  Or am I?)

I’ve also continued to try to challenge my shelves with books by people of color.  Most recently, I finished The Underground Railroad, Colson Whitehead’s slave escape novel with elements of magical realism, and In the Country We Love: My Family Divided, Diane Guerrero’s memoir of coming home at age fourteen to find her undocumented immigrant parents had been seized for deportation and that she was on her own.  Both were absolutely harrowing, and both felt necessary for the week leading into the inauguration.  Then, craving inspiration, I turned to March: Book 3, the final installment in the graphic memoir by Civil Rights icon, Representative John Lewis.  In the months between the election and today, I’ve read plenty of varied things, but filling my head with the necessary and important words of writers who challenge what we’ve just elected has felt like something that I had to do.

I also know plenty of people who have turned to comfort reading.  Although that wasn’t what I did after the election, I probably will after the inauguration.  Some good escapism is going to feel very necessary going forward.  I predict I’ll be spending plenty of time in Barsetshire – both Trollope’s and Thirkell’s – and between the covers of my Persephone, British Library Crime Classics, and Folio Society books.  I’ll still be trying to challenge myself and read different perspectives over the course of the year, but the upcoming months are – I suspect – going to test us in new ways, and I’ll be turning to old friends for comfort.

Do you take refuge in words during times of national stress?  Any recommendations for either comfort reading or social justice reading that I should check out?

*Title from the Hamilton line, delivered by Anthony Ramos (playing John Laurens) in the song “Stay Alive.”

2016: A Year in Reading, Part I: Pie Charts and Top 10

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Well, here we are marking yet another shift on the calendar.  Although 2016 was a lousy year in many ways (and I’m not minimizing that at all!) I did have a darn decent year in reading.  There were some major bookish highlights (there always are!) and no real low points to speak of (nothing I hated, no reading slumps).  Rather than stretch this out into two posts, as I used to do, I’m curtailing the New Year’s content this year and giving you just one big monster of a post (to be followed by Book Superlatives, because I can’t not do those.)  Before I dive into the details, there were a few over-arching themes I noticed in my reading life this year:

  • I continued to be a heavy library user (read on!) and 2016 also marked the transition to a new library system.  When I started the year, we were living in Buffalo and I was making good use of the Buffalo and Erie County library system.  In July, we moved back to the Washington, D.C. area and I immediately got myself an Alexandria library card and started giving it a workout.
  • 2016 also saw me returning – very slowly – to audiobooks.  Back in 2013, when I was driving myself to work in D.C., I used to listen to audiobooks quite frequently – always on CDs that I checked out of the Fairfax County library system.  In 2016, I took the plunge and joined Audible.  I’ve only listened to a couple of selections, and only completed one book.  (My first download was a full-cast dramatization of all six of Jane Austen’s novels.  I listened to that in its entirety but didn’t count it as a book in my tallies.)  I listened to The Murder at the Vicarage via Audible, got about halfway through Middlemarch (35 hours!) and downloaded a few more.  I’m hoping to have more listening time in 2017 as I’ve ruthlessly culled my podcast subscriptions to just a few that I really, really enjoy.
  • I continued to read and enjoy exploring in the world of comics!  In 2016 I read through the entire trade oeuvres of Saga and Ms. Marvel and made good progress on Fables.  I found quite a few comics under the Christmas tree, so I can’t wait to dig into even more in the coming year.

Okay, enough with the preamble.  Let’s talk statistics, shall we?

By the Numbers

Starting with the basics: I read 101 books in 2016!  That’s one more than my official Goodreads goal of 100, but three fewer than my sort-of not-really would-be-nice goal of 104 (two per week).  Still, in a year during which I moved twice, had two kids ages four and under at home, spent several months traveling for job interviews, and finally started a new job, I think 101 is darn good.

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My longest book was The Romanovs: 1613-1918, by Simon Sebag Montefiore, which clocked in at a doorstopping 745 pages.  My shortest book was almost 700 fewer pages, but packed just as large of a punch – We Should All Be Feminists, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, was a slim 49 pages and every single word in those 49 pages was thoughtful, well-reasoned and persuasive.

Pass the Pie, Please

At the end of the year, I love to sit down and look back on who, what, where and how I read.  Combing through my end-of-year statistics and creating the charts is time-consuming, but it’s always worth doing (for me, at least) – both as a record for myself and as a way to inform my reading goals, if I’m making any, for the upcoming year.

Fiction/Non-Fiction

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Starting with one of the easiest!  I’ve always been a big fiction reader, and 2016 was no exception.  Of the 101 books I read last year, 77 were fiction.  Even for me, that’s a lot.  There’s not much to say about this one.  I’m comfortable with my general practice of reading whatever I please (or whatever is popping up in my library holds queue) and if that means I’m reading mostly fiction, I’m A-Okay with it.

Format of Book

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2016 was notable because I expanded my book formats a fair amount.  I’m usually at or close to 100% paper books, and in 2016 I was much more varied.  A few thoughts:

  • I still read mostly paper books – 73 out of 100 were either paperbacks or hardbacks.
  • In 2015, I started reading comics.  Last year, when I reviewed my reading stats for 2015, I considered “comics” a genre – even though I knew it was really a format.  This year, I’ve corrected that error.  And I note that of the 101 books I read, 19 were in the form of comics.  I am a trade paperback reader, so these are all collections of between four and six issues.
  • I also started reading ebooks again.  Last spring, I realized that I could download classics for free, via iBooks, and read them on my phone, and I read several books that way.  Shortly thereafter, I discovered that reading books on my phone gives me migraines – oops.  Fortunately, around the same time, I got a (free!) kindle paperwhite – so the book downloading continued and I got some use out of my kindle.  Only eight books out of 101, but a good start!
  • Finally, in 2016 I joined Audible and rekindled my love affair with listening to books.  Back in 2013, when I was commuting by car but Steve and I had stopped carpooling, I listened to audiobooks – on CDs, checked out of the Fairfax County library system – on my commute.  I got out of the habit when we moved to Buffalo, but picked it back up again last year.  So, why only one audiobook on there, when I’ve been an Audible member for months?  Well, my first download was a full-cast dramatization of all six Jane Austen novels, which I didn’t count as a “book” in my totals.  Then I listened to – and did complete – Agatha Christie’s The Murder at the Vicarage, so that’s the one audiobook you see.  My next choice was Middlemarch (after I returned a couple of audiobooks after listening to about half the content because I didn’t care for them and didn’t want to own them) and it’s taking awhile.  It’s 35 hours long and it turns out that Nugget doesn’t like George Eliot.  I know, he’s crazy.  Finally, podcasts took up an inordinate amount of my earbud time last year, which also held my audiobook stats down.  I’ve recently gone through a ruthless purge of my podcatcher, so I’m hoping that will mean more time on Audible in 2017.

Source of Book

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Anyone surprised to see the giant slice of this pie chart devoted to the library?  I’m a heavy public library user, and 74 out of 101 books is actually pretty low for me.  There are a couple of reasons for that.  First, and foremost, I moved library systems mid-year, so there was a chunk of a few weeks when I was between libraries and had no choice but to read my own books.  (I was also on vacation at the time, and most of my paper books were packed away, so I relied heavily on my kindle during that time.)  Second, I did venture into new territory, reading several ebooks on my phone (three, to be precise) and on my kindle (five).  And then there was that one lonely audiobook.  I’m always talking a big game about reading more from my own shelves, but – I’ve got to be honest – I don’t see these proportions changing much in coming years.  I just love my public library way too much.

Fiction Genres

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Diving a bit more into the weeds, I went through my list and broke both fiction and non-fiction down into genres.  Above you can see my fiction chart.  First – a word about methodology.  These genre assignments are totally subjective; they’re just my gut reactions about which books belong where.  If you looked at my list, you might break it down completely differently.  But this list represents my best estimation of the fiction genres I read this year.

  • Holy cats!  Get a load of that sci-fi/fantasy category!  I’ve never been a big SF/F genre reader, but I guess this year that genre really pulled me in.  The reason?  Comics.  I classified Saga and Ms. Marvel as science fiction, and Fables as fantasy.  That, right there, covers almost the entire 24 books (although there were a few others – Kindred, the N.K. Jemisins, The Invasion of the Tearling…).  Upon reflecting, I thought perhaps I should have actually broken the genre out into separate categories for science fiction and fantasy – but I didn’t.  Oh, well.  Maybe next year, although to be honest I think this year will be an outlier in the SF/F genre.
  • Classics and literary fiction are always heavy hitters for me.  I was delighted to have read so many classics this year – 17 of them!  Mid-century British middlebrow helped the numbers out a fair amount.  Barbara Pym, E.M. Delafield, Dorothy Whipple, Angela Thirkell – more, please!  And 2016 will stand out for classics as the year I first read Trollope.  I’m now an unabashedly enthusiastic Trollope fangirl.
  • Lots of genre this year.  I’m always surprised not to see more mysteries on the list, but seven is respectable.  And nine historical fiction novels!  (Plus one of the books I classified as short stories – A Tyranny of Petticoats – could have fit in the hi-fi genre, too.  See what I mean about it being subjective?)

Non-Fiction Genres

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Pretty typical grouping here.  I can always be counted on for a big chunk of history and current events, and memoir – as usual – was my other big category.  New this year – essays!  I can’t believe I read four books of essays.  Hope to keep that up in 2017.  And I’d love to read more nature writing, as well.

Settings

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I’m always interested to see where I’m reading.  Again, a quick word on methodology – this isn’t an exact science.  I classified Fables, for instance, as being set in a “fictional world,” even though most of the action takes place in Fabletown, a magic secret apartment building in Manhattan – because the plot revolves around the Fables’ exile from their (fictional) fairy-tale world, the Homelands.  Wherever possible, I did try to assign a setting, and I picked the setting that seemed most important to the plot or the characters’ identity, even where it wasn’t where the bulk of the action took place.  You might have classified things differently, but these are the settings that seemed right to me, and well, it’s my chart.

  • This chart covers both fiction and non-fiction, which is why there’s a category for “no setting.”  The books in that category were mostly parenting and organizational manuals.
  • As usual, the vast majority of my reading “took place” in the United Kingdom and the United States – 62 out of 101 books in those two categories alone.  Even in a year when I was making a conscious effort to read diversely, I seem to gravitate toward familiar geographical settings.  Something to be aware of (I was already aware).
  • Curious about the one book that took place on “the High Seas”?  It was Every Man for Himself, Beryl Bainbridge’s modern classic that takes place on the Titanic.  Shiver.

Diverse Voices

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I’m prouder of this pie chart than any other.  Back in January, I set a goal to read at least 33% of my books from diverse voices – whether that meant racial diversity or other underrepresented groups (Muslims, LGBT folks).  At the end of the year, I found that 41 out of my 101 books were from underrepresented voices – that’s 40.5%!  I am pleased, delighted, proud, and galvanized to keep that trend going into 2017.  Some thoughts:

  • Comics really helped my total.  I counted not only writers, but illustrators, as in my opinion they drive the creative process of generating a comic just as much as the writers do.  As a result, I was able to count all six volumes of Saga toward my diverse voices totals.  And G. Willow Wilson (Muslim), writer of the five volumes of Ms. Marvel that I read, helped the total too.
  • Without comics, I’m not sure I would have met my goal of 33% representation – as hard as I was trying.  I tend to gravitate toward classics, and there are not many classic works by writers of color – because of historic and institutionalized racism.  I know that there are well-documented and serious problems with representation in comics (especially by women) and I do not want to minimize that at all.  But the fact is, it’s easier to read diverse voices when reading comics, because you can pick up a series like Ms. Marvel and knock off five volumes in five days.  (I know, because I did that.)
  • Getting to 40.5% representation took hard, sincere and determined work on my part.  I’m not saying that to congratulate myself; rather, I’m trying to point out a major flaw in publishing and advertising institutions.  I was constantly on the lookout for books by writers of color, making notes during podcasts and scanning internet lists for more titles to seek out.  Had I not made it a priority to find these books and chase them down, they would not have found me.  This is a problem with the system.
  • In addition to the 41 books represented in the chart, two of the “non-diverse” books were actually well-written and thoughtful examinations of topics affecting people of color.  Both The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu (about a group of heroic African librarians who saved thousands of priceless manuscripts from al Qaeda) and The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks (about an African-American cancer patient whose cells were harvested from her without her knowledge and used to create billions of dollars in scientific advances) were written by white writers.  Both were good, important, worthwhile books, but I didn’t count them as “diverse,” because although they touched on that experience they were not written from within the communities on which they focused.

Diversity in My Booklist

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Last pie chart!  Diving just a bit more into the weeds, a quick look at the different voices who made up that 41 number I’m so proud of.

  • No big surprise – almost half of my 41 diverse titles were by African and African Diaspora authors.  (A quick note on terminology: I did some research on the proper terms to use here and there is no universal agreement.  I settled on African Diaspora because that is the term used by the African Union to identify people of African descent who live outside of the continent, wherever they happen to live.  The African Diaspora in my booklist is mostly African-American, although there was one author resident in Europe – the U.K., specifically.  If I give offense by use of the term, please accept my apology and know that it is unintentional – the result of my best efforts to find the right terminology – and if you know of a more appropriate phrase or term, I always want to learn.)
  • I wish there had been more LGBTQ+ representation.  (There’s more than it looks like, because one author got placed in the “multiple” category for being both LGBT and Asian.)  There would have been, had I found the time for a Lumberjanes re-read.  In 2017!

Top Ten: Favorite Books Of The Year

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Still with me?  I have one last item for you.  I usually break this out into a separate post, but, well, the New Year’s content is already stretching into the third week in January.  Quite frankly, I don’t want to spend the entire month on 2016 recaps and 2017 plans, so I’m combining what usually makes up two posts into one big monster (as noted above).  So, without further preamble, and in no particular order, my ten favorite books of 2016:

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  • To the Bright Edge of the World, by Eowyn Ivey.
  • Love Wins, by Debbie Cenziper and Jim Obergefell.
  • Greenbanks, by Dorothy Whipple.

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  • Hamilton: The Revolution, by Lin-Manuel Miranda and Jeremy McCarter.
  • March: Book Two, by Representative John Lewis.
  • The Warden, by Anthony Trollope.

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  • The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot.
  • We Should All Be Feminists, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
  • Cider with Rosie, by Laurie Lee.
  • The Summer Before the War, by Helen Simonson.

Tough choices, as always!  It was a great year in reading.  If you’ve made it this far, fist bumps to you.  And now – onward and upward!

What was the best thing you read in 2016?

It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (January 16, 2017)

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Happy holiday weekend to my American friends!  I feel like we’ve been getting a ton of time off lately – not that I’m complaining.  I’m going to try to squeeze some work in today, just to stay ahead of the curve, and we’ll probably hit the trail for a hike later – I think it’s supposed to be reasonably nice.  The first two days of the weekend were unusually low-key.  Steve and I are trying out a new weekend routine: we spend Saturdays with sleeves rolled up, getting projects done around the house, and Sundays are reserved for family fun.  (Although we would swap if Saturday weather was better or if there was a specific scheduled event we wanted to do.)  This was the first weekend of trying out the new arrangement and it felt great to have a buddy helping me get things done around the house.  In the morning, Nugget and I went to Wegmans while Peanut and Steve went to Lowe’s.  Naptime was all about getting the Christmas tree down (finally!) – I took down and carefully packed up each ornament, while Steve broke down the tree itself.  After nap, Steve fixed a couple of small fixture issues while I kept an eye on the kids and worked on my big project for the weekend – cleaning out and organizing both of Nugget’s closets.  (He has his clothes and diaper station refills in one closet, and the other is the kids’ shared toy closet – in a small townhouse, you make your space work to the max!)  By the end of the day, we were exhausted, but we had two perfectly clean and organized closets, a nice breathable space where the Christmas tree used to be, and I even found time to hang up Nugget’s wall letters.  (Still looking for the rest of his wall art.)  The only problem with the work-one-day-play-the-other arrangement?  By Sunday we were so beat that a family walk to the pizzeria for lunch was all we could manage.  Oh, well, we’ll figure it out.

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Reading.  Really productive reading week!  I finished up The Underground Railroad early in the week, and can confirm that it deserves every bit of the hype.  Definitely not an easy read, but stunning and worthwhile.  Then, because I guess I hadn’t had enough of harrowing reads (??) I turned to In the Country We Love: My Family Divided, actress Diane Guerrero’s memoir of growing up the daughter of undocumented immigrants and coming home from school one day, at age 14, to find that they had been deported and she was all alone in America.  I cried throughout most of the book – what a powerful story.  Moved on to Today Will Be Different, the newest book from Maria Semple, who wrote one of my all-time favorite books, Where’d You Go, Bernadette.  I’ll say more in my monthly round-up, but meh.  I was disappointed.  Finally, and currently, I’m midway through March: Book 3, Representative John Lewis’s three part graphic memoir of his time as a leader of the Civil Rights Movement.  It’s shaping up to be a powerful conclusion and just as much of a wow read as the first two volumes.

Watching.  We’re still on a total Rock the Park kick.  Just finished watching Season 1 on Netflix, and have moved over to Hulu for Season 2.  We now feel that we are friends with the hosts, and spend the entire episodes commenting, deep thoughts like “I think Jack’s been hitting the gym.” (Steve) and “Awwwww, Colton finally got to see a manatee!” (me).  The show is absolutely exploding our travel list, too.

Listening.  I have a personal victory to report – a clean podcatcher!  Finished up all of my podcasts and was able to pop back in on my Audible app with a clean conscience.  (Don’t ask me to explain why I feel the need to be caught up on podcasts in order to listen to an audiobook, because I don’t know.  It probably has something to do with the way podcasts pile up if you don’t stay on top of them, but that’s about as much as I want to parse it.)  Anyway, Nugget and I listened to Middlemarch on the way to and from Wegmans (and I tuned in while putting the groceries away and un-decorating the tree, for two solid hours of listening on Saturday).  It’s hilarious to listen to anything with Nugget, because he repeats everything like a little echo.  So the whole way to and from the store, Juliet Stevenson’s narration was punctuated with little exclamations from the back seat, like “Indeed, Aunt!” and “Foreign travel!”  Everyone should listen to George Eliot audiobooks with a toddler.  It’s the only way to roll.

Making.  Progress on home projects, as described above.  Christmas decorations broken down and in storage; front porch flag ordered (it’s not an American flag – I thought I’d mix it up a bit – but I’m also not going to tell; you’ll have to wait and see!); two clean and organized kids’ rooms (and they’re going to STAY THAT WAY); and nine boxes on their way to Goodwill today.  I feel GOOD.

Loving.  Some of my favorite podcasts make a point of shouting out favorite things or events or happenings each week.  For instance, on Sorta Awesome, the hosts begin every episode with “Awesome of the Week.”  And Tea and Tattle‘s Miranda and Sophie open their show with “Jump for Joys.”  So I thought I’d do the same.  Last week I was loving… a freak warm spell!  65 degrees in January – are you kidding me?  I remember those weird warm weeks happening from time to time when I lived down here a few years ago.  I should probably be more concerned about the weird weather, but I was just enjoying the super-mild winter way too much – especially after three years of frigid Buffalo temps.  I feel like I should make my first “loving” something better than the weather, but – whatever.  It really was all anyone could talk about in D.C. last week.

Asking.  What are you reading/watching/listening to/making/loving this week?

 

Goals, Dreams, and One Word: Looking Ahead to 2017

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And now, and now, and now HURRAY for the new year!  My longtime readers and real-life friends know that I am a sucker for a clean slate and that nothing inspires me more than a new beginning.  And – I say this every year – while I know that I don’t need a new calendar page to make positive changes in my life, I can’t help but get a charge from the thought of all those days stretching ahead of me.  Days that I get to fill – pages that I get to write – with laughter, adventure, learning, fun, and good work that matters to me and others.  It’s an exciting thought.

I always start the year raring to go, chock full of plans and ambitions, and 2017 is no exception.  I’m more excited than ever to chase my dreams, and I love – love – the place from which I’m starting the new year.  When the calendar page turned from 2015 to 2016, I was full of uncertainty.  I had chosen the word “home” as my word for the year (well, really, it chose me) and while I was open to any road that word meant to take me down, in my heart I was yearning to move back to D.C.  But at the time – it was just yearning.  We were selling our house in preparation for an out of state move, but we didn’t know if the move would take us south to Virginia or west to Colorado  or if our dream of leaving New York (again) would work out at all.  I was feeling hopeless – worried that I would never find a new professional home in D.C. after I gave up my dream job to move to Buffalo three years before.  And even more pressing, we would be closing on our house at the beginning of February and we had nowhere to go after several options fell through one after another (which was a real estate theme for us in Buffalo).

You know how that story ended.  After doing a lot of legwork and a lot of secret travel in the first half of the year, I got a job offer in June and we moved back to the D.C. area at the end of July – hurray!  I start this year with – amazingly – no plans to move.  We have a multi-year lease and I am sincerely hoping that I’ve found my forever firm.  Steve and I are finally where we want to be professionally, and now we get to exhale.  Which means that the theme of 2017 is going to be settling into our new life and figuring out how to live it best.  It’s with that in mind that I’ve set my goals for the year.

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2017 Goals

Get with the program!  In 2017, I want to experiment and figure out the systems that work best for me.  Everything’s fair game – from morning routine to how to organize the kids’ closets, to meal planning and prep.  My new job is going to keep me on the go, and having two young kids – one in school, one with a nanny – who both need lunches, outfits, and to be herded through their days as well, adds an extra level of stress (and fun).  The only way I’m going to make it through these first few years on the job and with the kids in D.C. is going to be by harnessing the power of routines and getting (and staying) really, really, really organized.

Make room for me.  At the same time, I don’t want to get so caught up in the mechanics of the everyday that I lose sight of someone important – me.  I’ve been putting myself last for years now, and while I don’t expect Mom to jump to the head of my priority list (hello, unrealistic) this year I would like to take back a little ground for myself.  Once upon a time, I poured energy into my passions – running, hiking, traveling, reading, learning – and while I have very different priorities these days (including two really cute priorities) I have been craving a little bit of myself back.  I’m setting some plans in motion – some running, some travel – and will tell you all about them soon.  The kids, Steve, and work are always going to have their demands and that’s to be expected; I wouldn’t have it any other way.  But I hope that when I review my goals at the end of the year, I will find that I took some time and space for myself, too.  Just a little.

Get my confidence back.  A holdover from last year – as I was saying above, I didn’t make much time for myself at all last year.  Not much time for running or doing yoga, not much time for prepping healthy meals, not much time for hiking.  This year, I want to work on getting back to that version of me who is joyful, energetic and full of life.  I know she’s in there, and with a little work she’ll be back, better than ever, and ready to bag some peaks.

Trust in abundance.  This has never been my strong suit.  I’ve never been a packrat, but I’ve always been someone who felt comforted by a fully-stocked pantry and bookshelves.  Especially in the past few years – after you’ve been snowed into your house for a week, you really do see the benefits to having reserves.  But I’d like to let go of that and make some strides toward a more minimalist existence this year.  We have a smaller house now than we’ve ever lived in with kids (this was intentional) and I don’t want stuff crashing down on my head every time I open a cabinet door.  If we run out of spaghetti, we’ll buy more.  There will always be more spaghetti.  This year I hope to let go of the need to be fully-stocked and trust in the fact that I have everything I need, and access to even more.  Along these lines, I want to work on trimming the amount of resources we dedicate to our stuff and place more emphasis on experiences and memories.

Revive the 12 Months’ Hiking Project.  YES!  I’m bringing back my favorite family project (and blog series) of all time.  Steve and I absolutely loved hiking in a different place every month in 2015, but we didn’t feel that the project would work for 2016 after we exhausted most of the family-friendly hikes in WNY in the first year.  But now we’re in a different part of the country – in a region that has an embarrassment of riches when it comes to hiking trails.  Expect to see us out there a lot this year – and not just in D.C., Virginia and Maryland.  We have some travel plans in the works and if they pan out, we’ll be hiking in some truly awesome places this year.

Things to Do this Year

In addition to my goals, I dream up smaller projects and to-dos for myself (and I’m usually more excited about these than anything else).  I doubt this whole list will become a reality, but I sure hope most of it does.  In 2017, I’d like to…

  • Use my dSLR camera more (like, lots more).  And along the same lines, improve my photography skills – particularly outdoor photography.
  • Plant another container garden with Peanut – and try not to kill it this time.
  • Hang a birdfeeder and start learning to identify our neighborhood birds.  (Do we have neighborhood birds?)
  • Get back to the yoga studio, and take up barre3.
  • Run a longer distance race (I’m already registered!).
  • Spend more time in Barsetshire (both Trollope’s version and Thirkell’s version).
  • Bag another ADK peak.  (I’m thinking Giant of the Valley, but haven’t made up my mind…)
  • Clean out our basement until we aren’t storing anything except holiday decorations and furniture.
  • Read diversely again – at least 33% underrepresented voices.
  • Incorporate memory-keeping into new areas of my home.
  • Travel.  Someplace amazing.  Maybe a few someplaces.

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One Word

Last but not least – choosing a word.  It was actually hard this year.  For weeks at the end of the year, I was waffling between “breathe” and “be” – but neither felt right.  I knew I wanted my word to speak to multiple areas of my life and to anchor me in a long-anticipated year of no major life changes.  But the word just didn’t come, and didn’t come, and didn’t come.

One afternoon, early in January, I was driving into the city to visit with my friend Carly, who recently welcomed a new baby.  My trunk and passenger seat were both stuffed to the brim with hand-me-downs for the little guy – everything I hadn’t given to my friend Michelle for her baby boy, I’d been stockpiling for Carly.  As I drove, between half-listening to Sorta Awesome and anxiously watching the D.C. traffic around me, I was running through possible words in my head.  Sanctuary?  Sweet?  Family?  Joyful?  Reach?  Stay?  Peace?  And then a word suggested itself.

Gather.

Hmmmm.  Now that’s interesting.  I wasn’t immediately sold.  It wasn’t like 2016, when home burst into my life in a frenzy of certainty and urgency.  Gather was much more of a whisper.  But I sort of liked it.  It had a ring, a sound about it that appealed to me.  And it seemed appropriate that it quietly suggested itself to me as I was on my way to see Carly, one of my oldest and closest D.C. friends and the person I missed the most when I left three years ago.  Who opened her home to me and let me crash in her guest room while I was interviewing for jobs.  Whose new son I was on my way to snuggle for the first time (and sniff his head, and kiss his little toes, and tell him that Aunt Jaclyn loves him).  Gather is a word that is about community, and people, and Carly and her family are my people.

I started thinking about what gather could mean if I chose it (or it chose me) as my 2017 word.  It could mean renewing contact with so many people I haven’t seen yet since moving back here.  (And as much as we love Great Falls, it’s not the reason we moved back to Virginia.  Our friends are.)  It could mean seeking out new communities – at work, at church (maybe I’ll finally join a group!), at school, in the neighborhood.  It could mean taking the initiative and starting that knitting group my neighborhood Facebook community is always talking about.  It could also mean bringing the memories that mean the most to us – of our travel, and time with family like my brother and his wife – to the forefront of our home; gathering those cherished moments and mementos up and using them to create a place that holds meaning in every corner.  Or it could mean so many other things I haven’t even considered yet.

I didn’t decide right then and there, in the car.  But gather was on my mind as I rocked, shushed and patted Carly’s son until he fell asleep in my arms, as I listened to her relate her birth story, as I proudly displayed the travel bassinette I’d set aside especially for her, and as we made plans to get both of our families together for a playdate in the next couple of weeks.  I thought about it as I drove home, and over the next few days, and the more I considered it, the more right it sounded.  So, gather.  I have no hopes for where it will take me – no plans – no schemes.  I’m just open to it, ready and willing to absorb the lessons the word has in store for this year.

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What dreams and plans are on your 2017 agenda?