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Archives for July 2021

Making the most of the middle month of summer

July 31, 2021

Well, it’s already round-up time again, although I’ll admit that I cut this one a little bit short because we headed out on vacation, and that will, I hope, be worthy of a separate post all about our road trip from Pennsylvania to Illinois and back with a bunch of stops in between. Until then, please enjoy this overview of our monthly action, eating, watching and reading.

What We Did

Early in the month, we attended a community fireworks celebration at our local baseball stadium. A bank in the area sponsored the free event. We ate some snack-y foods and drank sodas and beer while waiting for the show. It was a satisfying outing for the Fourth, and a way to test our anxiety about larger public gatherings. We might try to see a baseball game this summer now that we’ve been to the stadium when it’s full.

Apparently our son is in a making-faces phase.

Then, we celebrated the Fourth of July with our friend David. It was a two-months’ late celebration of our birthdays (he and I have our birthdays on the same day in May but we weren’t all fully vaccinated yet and school was still in session). He came over and hung out and we ate food. (See the What We Ate section for specifics.)

July gave us more catch-up time. We had friends over for a short hangout/lunch. The kids played games, the moms talked, and it was a lovely time of catching up.

They brought me these gorgeous flowers when they arrived!

And we hiked with church friends up to Eagle Rock, a moderate uphill climb at one of the nearby state gamelands.

The kids and I also attended a launch party for my friend Shawn’s new book, The Weight of Memory, at the beautiful creekside home of a friend of his. It was a fun night of celebrating creativity.

We went to the drive-in to see Black Widow. Since we’re all caught up on Marvel movies as a family, we thought this was a good way to see the newest release. It rained for close to half the movie which meant we were trapped inside a steamy car, wiping down the windshield. It’s been probably 20 years since Phil or I went to a drive-in movie. (There was a drive-in theater 10 minutes from where we grew up, so we went all.the.time as kids and youths.) Cars are different. People are different. (Sorta rude sometimes.) But it was a good experience.

I had to eat my ice cream fast before it melted

I had lunch with a couple of work friends. Way back in May, I had ordered some end-of-year gifts for two of my co-workers and the shipping was delayed until after school was already out. Then with vacations and such, we finally found a time to get together for lunch. It was a fun time of catching up.

As a family, we hiked the Turkey Hill Trail near the Susquehanna River. It was more than 6 miles on a steamy summer day. And it was labeled as strenuous. (It was not wrong.)

Just a sample of the uphill part of the trail

We almost ran out of water. We had to rest in the shade in the last two miles so those of us sensitive to heat did not succumb to its pressures. But overall it was a great hike! Beautiful and challenging with varied terrain and lots of good views. We hiked a ridge line, crossed a creek (no one fell in this time) and walked through a wildflower field.

So pretty

Phil saw a bunch of birds, including an indigo bunting, which was one he’d never seen before. We looked at it through the scope and it was brilliantly blue. We haven’t had a lot of hiking opportunities this summer compared to last summer, so we’re trying to make them count. Despite some whining, complaining and mild fighting (all part of the hiking process these days, I think) we all really enjoyed this hike.

I love a ridgeline river view

Haircuts! Daughter and I went a little bit shorter for the rest of summer.

Summer hair, do care

Long’s Park Summer Music Series! We missed the first one of the return to summer concerts because we were at the drive-in, but we made sure to make it to the next one. Maggie Rose and Them Vibes performed. According to our son, “This band is A LOT.”

Them Vibes … a fun show

He wasn’t wrong, and I wasn’t informed that there would be a ’70s costume contest. The music was amazing, though, and I didn’t realize how much I missed hearing it live with crowds of other people. (Outdoor crowds. I’m still not an indoor crowds person.) A lovely Sunday evening.

Vacation prep. Going on vacation is so much work. It’s worth it, but it’s so much work!

This is what happens when you leave a teenager alone in the snack aisle

What We Ate

Mac and cheese pizza. Our son has added to his weekly menu rotation. I under-seasoned this, so next time, I’ll adjust that part of it. Otherwise, it wasn’t too bad.

We used boxed mac and cheese for the topping

For our Fourth of July gathering: baby back ribs, creamy potato salad, grilled zucchini, and, of course, cake.

Ribs, potato salad, grilled zucchini
I almost forgot to take a picture of the cake

Breakfast at Gracie’s on West Main. Phil took me out for a breakfast date on a Wednesday when we couldn’t go to the woods because of appointments and a heat advisory. I had the Gracie’s breakfast: two eggs, bacon, home fries, a slice of toast and a slice of banana bread. Phil had the chili hash. We ordered banana bread to take home for the children because we’re nice like that. (And as the kids were putting away dishes, a glass broke and they cleaned it all up with a little direction from us.)

There is no bad choice at Gracie’s

Ice cream. We hit our Wednesdays hard on the ice cream trail. First up was Pine View Dairy, which has the best waffle cones in the county, hands-down; our choices for flavors were: butter brickle, strawberry cheesecake, triple dark chocolate and chocolate chip cookie dough.

Strawberry cheesecake

Then it was Oregon Dairy. But it was so hot we had to eat these so fast, plus we’d gotten double scoops because this was “dinner” after our hike and late lunch. We were a mess by the time it was over. Flavor choices (we each had two different ones): cashew raspberry and cookie monster; unicorn and rainbow sherbet; coconut almond fudge and salted caramel truffle; chocolate fudge brownie and chocolate marshmallow. The waffle cones were just meh. I think we would have enjoyed this more if we hadn’t had to inhale them.

An ice cream crime was committed

Finally, we went back to Good Life because they had sweet corn ice cream available and our son really wanted to try it. So, that’s what he had: sweet corn ice cream sprinkled with Old Bay; other flavors we ate: fresh mint with oreos mixed in; raspberry with butter cream and brownies mixed in; blueberry with graham cracker crumbs and pecans. It’s hard to top Good Life for us because of the overall quality of what we eat there.

Cheers for ice cream

Pattypan pizzas. I went out to the garden one afternoon and discovered our squash plant had been BUSY. So I pivoted on our dinner plans and made these personal pattypan pizzas. Our son, who last year was not a big fan of squash, ate it and liked it.

Pizza on a squash

Kenyan braised collards and meat. This was just something different to use up some of our garden produce.

Internet recipe for the win

Popcorn and ice cream and snow cones at the drive-in.

Pattypan squash stuffed with pork and rice, topped with parmesan. I get asked a lot what we do with the pattypan squash. Here is exhibit B.

Pattypan stuffed with pork and rice

What We Watched

When Calls the Heart. I finished season 8. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

All the Bright Places. Apparently I was in a YA mood after finishing the book Not If I Save You First, so I watched the movie version of the book I’d read with my book club last school year. 

Falcon and the Winter Soldier. This is our Saturday night show but we spent a couple of Saturdays outside the house, so we got back on track. I love the banter.

Kim’s Convenience. A solid comedy choice for nights when we don’t have a lot of time to invest in a show.

Fresh Fried and Crispy. We checked out one episode of this and learned about some new foods we’d like to try if ever we’re in St. Louis. But the show overall feels overproduced and maybe for the TikTok/Youtube viewer. I don’t know if we’ll go back to this.

Upload. So much yes. We watched one episode and it’s good.

Legomasters. Every week, the creativity leaves me in awe, and I’m 100 percent sure I don’t have the patience for epic Lego builds.

Love and Friendship, a movie adaptation of a Jane Austen story, Lady Susan, I’d never heard of. It had some funny moments.

Black Widow. Amazing. I can’t wait to rewatch so we can fully appreciate the storyline without thunderstorm interruption.

Virgin River. I had to start a new series for me in the evenings after I’m done working and taking care of people for the day. I got to episode 2 and realized this was based on a book series! My TBR pile keeps growing. There’s only a 6-month wait for the first book on the library’s digital book app.

Rick Steves’ Europe. Our favorite travel show with Debra and David Rixon is no longer included with Amazon Prime, so to get our travel fix, we have to look elsewhere. We watched one episode with Rick Steves about the Austrian and Italian Alps. Do I want to take a cable car to the top of a mountain? Yes. Would I be anxious about the whole thing? Also, yes.

Nailed It! The kids and I finished the current season.

The Olympics.

What We Read

Not If I Save You First by Ally Carter. A recommendation from the middle school librarian, and a perfect choice for my North America selection for the Read Around the World Challenge.

Spy School by Stuart Gibbs. Another read-aloud at bedtime. Hilarious. And page-turning.

South by Ernest Shackleton. I’m obsessed with this real-life exploration adventure and I need a book set in Antarctica for my Read Around the World challenge. Written in the explorer’s own words, it’s sometimes technical but also fascinating.

On the Way to the Wedding by Julia Quinn. The final Bridgerton book. (Except there’s a prequel, I think, and some bonus epilogues I haven’t read.) My favorite of all the books. Now to wait (not so patiently) for Netflix to catch up.

Found by Margaret Peterson Haddix. Of course, I finish this one and immediately want to read the next one. I’m having a problem with starting a bunch of series and getting overwhelmed by wanting to finish them all.

A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman. Maybe my favorite read of the whole year so far. I love One and his grumpy nature, and the way the story builds is just brilliant: slow at the start, drawing you in until you realize what’s happening, then everything goes NOT according to the main character’s plan and you can’t stop reading. This is on my all-time favorites list. (Now maybe I should actually make that list.)

Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan. I was overwhelmed by this one at first because there is an extensive family tree at the beginning of the book, but once I was invested in the characters, the lineage didn’t matter so much, and I couldn’t put it down. This one checks the box for Asia for my Read Around the World challenge for the library’s summer reading program.

The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende. My pick for South America on the Read Around the World challenge. It’s a slower pace than what I usually read but beautiful so far. 

Filed Under: monthly roundup, Summer Tagged With: family hiking, Fourth of July, summer break

Why We Climb the Mountain

July 12, 2021

New experiences cause me to have anxiety. Actually, I’m not even sure that’s entirely accurate. I’m pretty sure I always have anxiety, it’s just sometimes I’m more aware of it than others. New experiences make me feel the weight of anxiety more than familiar experiences.

The church we’ve been attending has been organizing summer hikes once a month from May to August. The kids and I went to the first one (when we were still strangers to the church) and missed the second one for my grandmother’s funeral. The third one was rapidly approaching and I was feeling a whole bunch of feelings: nervous, excited, anxious, stressed. The hike was scheduled for a trail I’d never been to in an area about 30 minutes from our house. When it comes to hiking, I’m not new, but most of my hiking I’ve done with Phil. I’m not sure I’ve ever done much of it just me and the kids.

This was my first point of anxiety. Phil is much more level-headed about outdoorsy stuff than I am. I’m usually okay once I get out there in the woods and nature because it feeds my soul to be among the trees, but it’s the getting there that almost paralyzes me. I worry about injuries and getting lost and peeing in the woods. I worry about where to park if the trailhead is busy. Phil, if he worries about any of these things, doesn’t show it. He is calm and collected and handles the unexpected in a way that grounds me. But Phil works on Saturdays and these hikes are on Saturdays, so I was on my own with the kids.

And speaking of kids, sometimes they gripe about going hiking. They ask about how far the hike is and how long we’ll be gone and if there will be bees. The night before this most recent hike, it rained hard and I warned them: it might be muddy, so plan for that. I am not a great motivator for getting people out of the house when I am weighed down my own anxiety, so I thought it was possible that I would just say “forget it” and we’d stay home.

To lessen the anxiety, I try to get as much information as possible. This hike was supposed to be moderate with a steep incline to the top, so I checked my hiking app and read the comments and reviews to see just how steep and incline-y this trail would be. Phil and I once underestimated the designation “very steep” on a hike not long after we’d moved to Pennsylvania. Illinois “steep” and Pennsylvania “steep” are two very different things.

I didn’t find exactly what I was looking for, but I did find two interesting comments:

“Eagle Rock is neat but not particularly scenic.”

“Was disappointed with the view from the top, as it was covered by trees.”

This reminded me of the one-star reviews of National Parks I saw while scrolling social media sometime ago.

And as we hiked the trail (yes, we made it to the meet-up and yes, we had a good time), I thought about that latter comment especially.

Is the view from the top the only reason we climb the mountain?

—

For the second year in a row, I’ve participated in a fitness and nutrition community/program called My Peak Challenge. If you’re a fan of the Outlander TV show, My Peak Challenge was founded by Sam Heughan, and what attracted me to the community and program was the personal nature of the goals and the program. (Also part of the annual fee goes to charity, which is a win, even I don’t use the program at all.) Peakers, as participants are called, are encouraged to “Find Your Peak,” be it a physical goal or a non-physical goal. Sometimes the goal is learning a language or going back to school; sometimes it’s about losing weight or climbing a literal mountain. Sometimes it’s about acquiring a new skill or abandoning something that isn’t life-giving. There are as many challenges as there are Peakers (so, thousands) and it’s inspiring to see people reach their goals and find their peaks.

I consider myself a bit of a slacker when it comes to goal-setting. I don’t like to commit to goals because I’m afraid I won’t reach them. (On the other hand, if I never set goals, I’ll certainly never reach them!) I’m learning that the failure isn’t in not reaching the goal but in not setting the goal in the first place. Progress toward a goal is not wasted effort. There are things to be learned along the way.

This is me preaching to myself, by the way. I’m feeling this tension most deeply in my writing life right now. I am still a writer but I’m not doing as much writing as I think I should be doing, and my writing goals are not particularly ambitious or challenging. Writing is my mountain and sometimes I fear 1) that I won’t make it to the top and 2) that I won’t like the view once I get there.

So I’ll ask myself again: Is the view from the top the only reason we climb the mountain?

—

The reviewers were right. The view from the top of this particular trail was not stunning or breathtaking. We could see a little bit of farmland through the trees but mostly the view was the trees right in front of us.

The view from the top of Eagle Rock

Did that mean the previous hour of hiking was worthless?

Far from it. On the way up our lungs expanded and our legs burned as we traveled up the incline. We talked with those who were on the journey with us (and some who were not; we helped direct a family on the right path that their oldest son, who was far ahead of them, had taken). We tripped and consoled and kept going. We raced ahead and we lagged behind. We stepped on every rock on the path. We stopped to catch our breath.

And on the way down, we talked like old friends. Some of the kids got far ahead of the grown-ups but they were having their own great time. The time passed as if it was no time at all and by the time we were at the bottom, no one was talking about how mediocre the view had been.

All we could do was bask in the togetherness as we gobbled our packed lunches while giving our legs a rest.

“That was so much fun,” my kids both said in the car on the way home.

The view, it would seem, was not the point of the hike.

—

At the top of a mountain or rolling hill, the view might be amazing. It might take your breath away.

Or the clouds might hang low and block the view. Or the trees might be growing right where you’re supposed to be looking. 

Or maybe you don’t make it to the top and have to turn around before you even get there.

Maybe the top of the mountain is crowded and you can’t enjoy the view, even if you can see it. Maybe someone has graffitied the rock or left some trash. Maybe it’s not what you expected at all.

Maybe it’s beautiful.

Maybe it’s mundane.

But was the climb still worth it? 

(To quote a Miley Cyrus song, “Ain’t about how fast I get there, ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side, it’s the climb.”)

What if the climb is the whole point?

—

On that Saturday hike, the talking, the being in nature, the exercise of our bodies was the point of the hike, not the view we would see from the top.

With my writing, maybe the end goal isn’t the point, exactly. Maybe it’s more important what happens along the way.

Maybe the view from the top is only one of the reasons we climb the mountain.

Maybe we climb the mountain to see if we can. 

Or prove that we can. 

Maybe we climb the mountain to restore our souls with the sights and sounds of nature. 

Maybe we climb the mountain because it makes for a good story. Or a picture for our Instagram. 

Maybe we climb the mountain to spend time with friends or family. 

Maybe we climb the mountain to strengthen our legs or our lungs.

Maybe we climb the mountain because it’s there to be climbed.

Maybe we climb the mountain because we can’t imagine not climbing it.

Because we have to. Or need to. Or just plain want to.

Even if we climb it just for the view from the top, we have to accept that we can’t stay there at the top. Eventually we have to come down. And maybe the view at the bottom isn’t the same as the view from the top.

But then again, neither are we the same.

The person who went up the mountain is not the same as the person who came down.

Maybe that’s the whole point of the climb.

Filed Under: dreams, mental health, Writing Tagged With: anxiety, goal-setting, hiking new trails

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