One of our New Year’s decisions/resolutions/whatever: build one weekend night a month to get away with our girls. Both our jobs bleed into nights, weekends, holidays and there’s not much separation between the days. We don’t have very many evenings where it’s all four of us together at home. When we leave town, I feel like we can relax in a way that we can’t when we’re here.
Most of the time, I think we’ll go out to the Griffith Lake House for a night but last weekend, due to a weather moment (nearly 60 degrees! Windy but almost warm!), we opted to go to Astoria for a night. We were strategic and one night stretched into two days. We left Olympia on Saturday near noon, walking the beach at Fort Stevens by 2:00 PM, eating dinner (my favorite fish & chips ever) at Fort George Brewery by 5:00, and relaxing in our room at Hotel Elliott (tagline: wonderful beds!) by 7:00 PM. Maybe it’s my imagination, but the ocean in January seems wilder than it does in August. I could have stayed for hours.
The girls never seem to settle in a hotel room unless the TV is on so we did have a misalignment of goals in the morning. Parents: read books. Children: create mayhem. We recovered, brunched, walked the town and then went to an afternoon showing of The Greatest Showman. Drove home in the dark, listening to E.B. White read The Trumpet of the Swan. Observation: our girls are so different. Cate has always loved a book out loud – she still loves when I read to her. Jane has never enjoyed a read aloud- she makes it work by dressing a doll, arranging a space, always doing something. So car trips are pretty funny. It’s basically three against one every single time.
This week has been a good one. Telfer and I started the show Big Little Lies on HBO on Sunday night when we got home and got the girls in bed. I had seen it before but wanted him to watch it. We are so not usually binge watchers but we stayed up until almost 2:30 in the morning on Sunday (Monday) and then finished rest of the series on Monday night!
A good week and good reading. Finished two slim books:
Dying: A Memoir by Cory Taylor.
It’s often said that life is short. But life is also simultaneous, all of our experiences existing in time together, in the the flesh. For what are we, if not a body taking a mind for a walk, just to see what’s there? And, in the end, where do we get to, if not back to a beginning that we’ve never really left behind?
Silence: In the Age of Noise by Erling Kagge.
I was consumed by all that I saw and I shut out the noise. You cannot wait for it to get quiet. Not in New York, nor anywhere else. You must create your own silence.
Re-reading The Round House by Louise Erdrich for the store book club on Thursday.