More mountain biking with coworkers! This time we parked our cars strategically so we got to bomb downhill. Michael ate some dirt, but otherwise it was a great time.
My coworkers Sheri and Chris were in town for a meetup and stayed a few extra days. She took some great pictures when we all went mountain biking in Evergreen at Three Sisters with Michael and Emi.
Inspired by the $5 Starbucks drink and my much craftier sisters, I made my own green tea lemonade. For the perfect summer drink, you just need to grab two ingredients. I’m sure you can guess what they are:
Follow the directions on the Tazo green tea box to make the tea:
- Place 1 filter bag in a big pitcher.
- Fill it up a quarter of the way with boiling water.
- Steep for 3 minutes and remove bag.
- Fill pitcher up to the half way point with cold water
Then just pour in the same amount of lemonade, or however much you like and stick it in the fridge. When you’re ready to enjoy, just pour some in a glass over ice.
GTL for days.
We took a trip to Colorado this past December and I compiled all the footage into a video just in time for us to move.
My grandmother has had Alzheimer’s for the past several years. I’m told that she’s dying and doesn’t have much time left. My family has been sending me pictures and updates while I’ve been away and it has me thinking of the past.
We have always called her Grandmother. Everyone did, even if she wasn’t their grandmother. I never thought anything of it. In hindsight it sounds pretty formal and proper. I suppose she was in her own way. At the table, if we didn’t want to eat something, she wanted us to say “I don’t like it, but I’ll eat it anyway” and when we wanted to get up but others were still seated we had to ask, “May I be excused?”
She and my grandfather traveled the world and valued experiences over things. I don’t think they bought or replaced any one thing unless it was absolutely necessary, but went to every continent except Antartica. They would come back from their trips and show all of us grandkids slides of the photos they took. There’s over 40 boxes of slides, each with travel notes. When I went home for Christmas, we watched a few of them with her even though she wasn’t aware of what was going on. It brought back memories of being in awe of the far away places I saw while staring up at the projector screen in the living room of their house. I’m sure it had something to do with the fact I chose Egypt as the first place to try out my new passport.
Grandmother was an artist. We would draw and paint at her house and she would show us things she had done in the past. She had a pile of paintings and drawings in the attic. She would also take us on nature walks and we’d press the flowers and plants in between pages of an old phone book. She had a box of old clothes and kimonos for us to put on, clomp around the house, and of course get our picture taken. We heard her ‘wap, wap’ on her gigantic loom in the warm basement and saw the amazing rugs she made with it. The garden that took up half the yard was filled with food and flowers, and all I ever saw her use was the little trowel in her gardening gloves. She invented ice cream soup, which was fruit mixed with slightly melted ice cream. Her homemade ice tea was Grandmothers Ice Tea; there was nothing like it and if you didn’t grow up on it, you probably weren’t into it.
She made us laugh. She said “tinkle” and “plupas” when referring to going to the bathroom. We scrunched up our nose when she put olive oil on her face. She had a very distinct way of clearing her throat and placing her hands while praying that we would try to imitate. Her daily exercises were unlike anything we had ever seen and we were sure she had made them up herself. We heard she swam every morning the backyard pool was open, even when it was freezing out, sometimes in her birthday suit??
Summers growing up were spent at her and my grandfathers house. They had a pool and there always seemed to be tons of kids over. She would be outside, in her big sun hat. Her ice tea, the ice cream soup, and watermelon slices were always there too. We knew only to go inside if we were all dried off and only if we had to go to the bathroom. After we were done swimming, all the toys had to be fished out of the pool and the towels in the bath house – not hung up over the railings.
Grandmother knew a lot of things. She had this notebook with all sorts of lists and facts. She taught me how to write out and say Japanese numbers. I still remember them. She did the crossword every day to keep her mind sharp. I remember her telling us that it was important to exercise your brain, and that Alzheimer’s ran in her family so she wanted to do whatever she could to fight it. It came on slowly and took over until it now leaves her all but lifeless. I’m not there to see the worst of it now, but I have been remembering the good times and I think that is what she would want us all to do.
Update: Grandmother passed away just two days after writing this, on March 28, 2016.
Last March, my friend Parms* and I went on a 900 mile road trip to ski and snowboard. I was living in Chicago at the time and was itching to be in the mountains. She was having a not-so-stellar winter in New England and wanted that pow.
We met each other in Salt Lake City, rented a car and skied and snowboarded at 3 mountains in 3 states: Snowbird (UT), Sun Valley (ID) and Jackson Hole (WY). We stayed 3 days in Utah, 5 days in Idaho, and 5 days in Jackson Hole. We both work remotely so we were able to work in between being on the mountain, in the car, exploring the towns, and just hanging out.
*Her real name is Cheryl, but my friends and I call her Parms.
Hack Day Project: Update Reblogs
You can reblog a WordPress.com post to your own site by using the reblog button.
The colors and typography of a reblogged post vary from theme to theme, but the overall layout remains fairly consistent. I updated the look and feel of reblogs to be cleaner and easier to read. You can check out a “before” shot if you’d like to compare 🙂
Below is a reblogged post from en.blog.wordpress.com, which features sites using the theme I designed:
Kelly, which was designed by Automattic’s own Kelly Hoffman, is an inviting, fun theme for bloggers of all stripes. Its clean, one-column layout makes it perfect for text-heavy posts, but can be just as ideal for a tumblelog-like stream of images.
With bold featured images, the ability to customize the header and the background, and three widget areas in the site’s footer, you can make it your own with just a few quick tweaks. Here are some examples of the theme’s versatility.
Curated Style, a Toronto-centered fashion blog, makes great use of Kelly‘s out-of-the-box look. The theme’s cursive font in the header injects a stylish playfulness, while the generous white space in the posts makes the images of Toronto’s fashion scene stand out.
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