Thursday, September 3, 2015

My Resolve Wilts in the Heat UPDATED with Pancake Rating!!

I still think about getting stronger — every day! — which I suppose is better than thinking about eating fudge or something, but it is HOT here and I quickly grow weary.

I also had a grand idea: Since waking up in time for school is such a rude shock to the system every single September, how about if we spend the week before school getting used to rising at 7 — and to sweeten the deal, we could have breakfast at a different diner every morning? Everyone loves this idea!! Though, as expected, I am still the first one up and have to haul everyone else out of bed. This might be cute if they were all 7 — but they are 14, 18, and 61, plenty old enough to get themselves up.  

One would think.

So we've been playing this week, and it's been great fun. Yesterday we mini-golfed in Saugus and in lieu of a diner breakfast, we had lunch at Fuddrucker's.
  • Me: What's more fun than Fuddruckin'?
  • Mimosa: Fudd-nothin'!
Golf my way!
This morning we're off to Deluxe Town Diner in Watertown, home of what Mrs. Cynicletary declares to be the greatest pancakes in the world. Our own nominee is Lunch Box Diner in Malden, where we plan to eat tomorrow on our way to Canobie Lake Amusement Park. We shall compare!

Strength training will resume when the weather turns cooler. Sorry to be a weenie, but I just can't.

Here's what I'm reading (in front of a fan, feet up, with an icy drink by my side):

Inspirational Kathy, I'm a slave to your recommendations.

Keep cool, friends!

— Lady C, a hot chick


I have only three words to say about the pancakes at Deluxe Town Diner:


I have never had such flavorful pancakes in my life!! They're even better than the ones I make at home!! And I will only admit this very grudgingly.

The menu says they're made with sour cream and buttermilk. Mine are made with buttermilk as well; maybe I'll try adding sour cream . . .

My one and only quibble, which may be where Lunch Box Diner has the edge, is that the intense pancake-y flavor slightly diminished the flavor of the blueberries. What I love about Lunch Box is that the blueberries in the pancakes are so prominent — they are the blueberriest blueberry pancakes I've ever had. Well, we'll put it to the test tomorrow . . .

. . . even though I am NEVER EATING AGAIN.

Two pancakes the size of my head. I feel like Lard Lass.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Learnings from Our Nation's Capital


It's been a busy couple of weeks! I can report that Li'l Martini loves his new big-boy room (I only call it that in my mind) and he laughed hard over one of my innovations: I found a secret poem that he'd written about me tucked amongst his papers, so I framed it and put it on his dresser. I assured him that it didn't have to stay there, but he hasn't moved it yet.

In said poem, he compares me to a sweet-smelling Chuck Norris (I am just that tough and fierce). It's pretty awesome.

Then it was time to ready the fam for a five-day D.C. visit — me, Husband, two less-than-enthusiastic teens, and my 73-year-old mom, who called me several days before flying out and asked, "Now, do I have wheelchairs arranged at all the airports?" This was disturbing on so many levels:
  • We were about to take a walking-intensive trip together
  • She can walk — she belongs to a gym, for God's sake! Why is she determined to be more disabled than she actually is? 
  • How is this my responsibility??? She doesn't love doing things on the computer, but she can certainly call an airline.
Anyway. It gave me serious pause, and I was 80 percent dreading this trip. (D.C. is such an awesome town, and we were staying in a hotel with a pool and a hot tub and air conditioning and lots of nearby great restaurants — I knew there would be at least a 20 percent sliver of happiness available, and I was determined to grab it!)

Also, please note that never once did I use the word vacation to refer to this event. I would have to be the Person In Charge. It would be in no way a vacation.

But I am so relieved and happy to announce that the trip was a huge success, everyone had a great time, we saw so much cool stuff, and Mom did a TON of walking, getting stronger every day. I will report in more detail once I have all our pictures (Mom's are the old-fashioned kind, on real film, so once they're developed I will have to scan them) and have written up my travel diary notes.

Ironically, the hotel amenities I was looking forward to were more or less a bust: The a.c. was lovely in the common room but less robust in the bedrooms, and the hot tub was out of service for our entire visit. C'est la vie! We were perfectly comfy, and I still had fun. (Wine helped.)

But on another note: The entire trip was such a wake-up call for me. Watching how my mom struggled to get around (and indeed, noting how tired I got as well, despite my supportive and comfy walking shoes) was a come-to-Jesus moment. I am not as strong as I used to be, and I have much less endurance. Some of this is due to age, I'm sure, but much of it is due to neglect. Like Mom, I got stronger over this trip, and I am determined to keep up my momentum. I am too young to be this old!!!!

STRENGTH. That is my new watchword. Every single day, I will do something to make myself stronger, even if I only have time for a little something. But I am determined.

By the way: All this walking resulted in no weight loss whatsoever. I think restaurant food and daily wine consumption with Mom were an effective counterbalance. Disappointing!!!

Today I am doing my chores (I missed Chore Day, due to an all-day retreat at my church) and writing up retreat notes, but I will get a good workout in there as well: biking and weight-lifting and knee PT and core work.

STRENGTH. You will hear this from me a lot from now on!

— Lady C, Samson-in-training

p.s. My "Year of Yes" has gotten off to a rollicking start: Not two hours after posting this proclamation, I got invited to a birthday party for one of my church's quirkiest birds. But I'm available . . . what can I do. "Yes!" I typed, cursing myself. It will be interesting — but I can't even con Kind Tina into going with me, and she is the kindest person in the world, so that should give you an idea of how odd a duck we're talking about here.