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The State of Good

May 15, 2012
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Things lately have been good. Not crazy or over the top, not sad and depressing, just good. Good I’ve found is a little bit boring and doesn’t leave much to blog about. Pretty weather, enjoyable weekends, interesting books, work being the right amount of busy…. there isn’t much more to say than that. When things are good I tend to stare at the white page a little longer, thinking of things to say, and often just exiting out before I write any words.

After all, no one really wants to read about good.

Of course when you are good you are able to laugh at smaller things, things that you consider retelling and then you realize, no, not really all that funny, just funny at the time, in the moment. My greatest source of amusement these days are my suggested items from Amazon. I recently placed an order for a sailing knife (for  B) and an infant car seat (as a baby gift) and I’m pretty sure the algorithm has me pegged as a “psycho baby-stealing murderer” if the suggestions are any indication. Hunting equipment and baby bottles? BUT OF COURSE.

I’ve been trying to get back into being more active as of late, dusting off my bike and pulling out my yoga mat. I finally gave into the siren song of Lululemon, investing in a pair of Wunder Under Crops and a Race Tech top and I’m obsessed. Now all I can think about is getting more Lululemon, next on my list is a pair of Groove pants. Fascinating, I know. I also hit up the Shops at Target (insert eye roll now) (mutter under your breath about Missoni for Target) like every other woman in America who loves Target. My favorite items were from The Webster (snagged a tunic) and Privet House (some candles).

In my final roundup of “things that are good” I’ve contined enjoying good books at a rapid rate of speed. The Art of Racing in the Rain got 3 stars from me, the Lost Wife got 4. Next up is “The Discovery of Witches” which I have high hopes for. After that…well, who knows.

All in all, things are good, if not a little boring. But sometimes…sometimes boring is great.

Concrete Jungle

May 11, 2012
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Since the end of March my travel schedule has included Tampa, Baltimore, Detroit, Sacramento, Las Vegas and New York City. Many of these trips were for work which meant they included drivers and car services (yay!) and meetings and early alarm clocks (not as yay.) I love going to New York, even for a short period of time, because we get to stay in the Meatpacking District which is a part of the city I rarely make it to when I visit for fun. The Meatpacking District has lots of overpriced trendy hotels and this time I stayed at the Dream Hotel. I wasn’t sure what to expect; NYC hotel rooms are notoriously tiny and Meatpacking District hotels all have nightclubs hidden away in them so the trick is to get the room that doesn’t pulsate with the beat of the music at 2 am.

I did not find this magical room this time around. Suddenly the high end white noise machine in my room made a lot of sense.

The room reminded me a little bit of a pod or a space shuttle. Everything was sleek and modern and very, very small. It had fancy buttons in lieu of light switches which required deciphering of the image to figure out how to dim the lights or turn them on or off. I never did figure it out and instead resorted to random mashing of buttons. It didn’t have a digital alarm clock either, which made it hard to tell the time in the middle of the night without my glasses on.

The bathroom was fully tiled in penny tile. It would have been very echo-y had it not been the size of my coat closet.

 

What you can’t tell from that photo is that the shower curtain was made of mesh. As in metal. This seems highly counterintuitive but I tried not to think about it because it was too mind boggling.

The best part about the room (with porthole windows that I’m pretty sure I had to pay extra for, haaaaaa, man they thing weird things are cool in NYC) was the view.

Spot on, Dream Hotel, spot on.

Speaking of views, when we flew into New York, we flew over the lower tip of the island. I spotted the new World Trade Center One and then I suddenly looked straight down, and could easily see the two reflecting pools that make up the memorial to the Twin Towers. It took my breath away from 15,000 feet, these serene holes that broke up the topography of sky scrapers and glass. We landed a few minutes later, and as we taxied we rolled past Donald Trump’s plane, and apropo of nothing I had to laugh. It was jarring, being snapped out of my thoughts about the World Trade Center attacks by a black plane with the word “Trump” arrogantly painted across the fuselage, but there it was. I suppose there might be some symbolism there, or commentary on our society today, but I’m too tired to figure out what it is.

My travel extravaganza is winding down and all I have left is my Memorial Day weeekend trip to Boca Raton before I enjoy Chicago for a long, long time.

Happy Birthday Month to Me

May 8, 2012
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Sometimes you just have to leave the ballet flats at home and go out on a limb.

We Bought…a Beehive

May 7, 2012
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If you follow me on Twitter you know that my parents recently got a beehive.

I’ll give you a few minutes to process that.

…….

Still here?  Fantastic. My parents got a beehive. As it turns out, you purchase bees by the pound at the bee warehouse.

My parents bought 3 33 (update! they bought 33 not 3, WHOOPS) pounds of bees. I thought that would equal 3 of the little boxes you can see up there, but as it turns out, this what 33 pounds of bees in the back of your car looks like:

Yes. My Dad drove the bees home. You’d think he’d have called them a cab or paid for Amazon delivery, but no. The man drove the bees home IN HIS CAR.

I bet you are wondering what you do with the bees once you get home. This is what I wondered. Well, waiting at home was an apiary (a beehive) and their friend who is a beekeeper. Now before you get super excited I regret to inform you that apiaries do not look like old fashioned yellow dome shaped hives with little “layers” – nope, they pretty much look like a box. Boring. The beekeeper slowly transferred the 3 pounds of bees into the apiary.

I KNOW. WORST JOB EVER.

Everyone knows the most important part of the hive is the queen bee. She bosses all the other bees around and tells them what to do. You have to buy your queen bee separately and she comes in a little box with a sugar cube plug. The beekeeper puts the box (with the queen) into the hive and then the bees and the queen nibble on the cube from both sides until it is gone. Hopefully when it is gone the bees accept the queen….if not…MUTINY. Or they drive her off and Mom and Dad have to get a new queen. You’ll know the queen has been accepted when the bees start making honeycombs and honey and bringing pollen back to the apiary. Here is the beekeeper putting their queen into the hive:

A few days later Mom snapped a picture of the bees bringing pollen back to the hive. Thank goodness for telephoto lenses, amirite? (I used some fancy Skitch skills to draw fancy hot pink arrows showing the pollen grains just in case you weren’t sure.) This means they accepted the queen bee!

Can you spot the heavy lifters in this photo?

Their beekeeper friend came out a few days letter to check on things. These are baby bees and they have a young queen so they had started forming honeycombs but they weren’t in the trays that are in the hive. Whoops.

The beekeeper said this is ok and he moved things around a little bit. The bees should get the hang of it soon.

Because I think it bears repeating: WORST JOB EVER.

My parents don’t have a full beekeeping suit but they have some gloves and a hat contraption should they need to poke around for any reason. They live in the mountains in Utah which is a great beekeeping region. They don’t call it the beehive state for nothing. They have to pay attention for skunks who will come tap on the hive at night in order to work the bees up so they fly outside the hive as a tasty little snack. Oh and of course they have to watch out for bears.

Yes. Skunks and bears that come try to eat your venomous stinging insects. BEST HOBBY EVER.

(I like to tease my parents about their bees and remind that most people get chickens and call it good.)

As far as why, well, they are good for the environment and it seemed like a fun hobby. (My parents definition of fun is up for debate.) They have a friend who is a beekeeper so they don’t have to do too much of the scary work themselves which I think is a big plus.They don’t have any plans to sell honey, just enjoy it themselves and share with their friends, so it isn’t a business endeavor.

For now they are leaving the bees be. They just have to stay away from their flight pattern and keep their eyes out for predators. This fall they’ll harvest the wax and honey. Mom and I have grand plans of a weekend of candle, soap and lip balm making. We will wear our best pioneer bonnets while doing this. (I lie. Pioneer bonnets would make it hard to drink wine while making candles. Priorities people. Priorities.) They are going to get some signs for the trees near the hive:

Luckily for them the neighbors and the homeowners association are all cool with the bees. The hive is on the back edge of their property where it isn’t landscaped so it isn’t an area where people walk or kids play (there is a steep cliff nearby). The current estimate is that their hive will produce about 5 gallons or 25 pounds of honey this first year. Since I have priorities (shopping) I want to order these tags to put on our honey bottles:

Source: etsy.com via Daisy on Pinterest

 

 

 

And there you have it. My parents got a beehive. Trust me, I’m as surprised as you are. But…I think it is kind of cool too and I’m definitely looking forward to our jars of fresh honey. And yes, if you ask, my parents will totally name one of the bees after you.

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