I decided it was lame to blow off teaching yoga another week, I sucked it up, picked a basic class plan, showed up and just did it. I debated whether it was equally lame to tell the students about my absence and what happened on our vacation, decided that because I was kind of nervous about going at all, I should tell them, so I did. It probably made me feel better and them worse, but that's just how those kind of things go and I'm thinking the class would have been sub-par if I had kept it to myself.
The kidlings were back over and they both ended up getting sick over the weekend: Francis had a head cold and Little Rose barfed a couple of times on Friday night. JC took the day off Friday, mainly because he didn't really have any work, and we headed to the Ouray hot springs pool which was uncrowded and delightful on a cool rainy day. I taught Francis how to do the backstroke so he could take his swimming test for the deep end. You have to do one lap freestyle and one on your back. He did great, we splashed around in all the different temperature pools, the waterslides and the weird mushrooms that spill water down on your head.
Saturday is when the weekend got tricky. Francis is now 100% sick with a cold and Rose is sluggish and quiet after her midnight hurls. We had decided we would go to the Ride Festival in Town Park, but it became clearer and clearer to us as the day progressed that that simply was not an option. The kids were also exhibiting Not Transitioning So Great Behavior, and we pulled the plug on tasking them in. I lounged on our deck in my bikini until JC took pity on me and encouraged me to go to the festival, which I did reluctantly at first, then once I was there I was very happy with it.
Here is what I love about music festivals in Telluride:
- We can ride our bikes down the street to attend, which means we can zip home for food or warm/dry clothes at any time and zip right back.
- We can eat at home and not spend a ton of money on delectable greasy festival food. That one is sometimes not so great, because who doesn't need a jalapeño-studded corn dog once a year?
- We can decide to attend on a day-by-day basis based on weather. For the most part, Bluegrass selling out is an exception.
- I can see all the people I love to see in one place on one day and not have to plan any hike or dinner and sit around a table for hours and talk talk talk. Festivals are a great way to socialize, especially when you find yourself beside someone you love, dancing to a great band.
- We see bands we would never know about or travel to see, they just show up on our town and we wander into the park to check them out.
So anyway, I was happy I went but couldn't enjoy it 100% knowing that JC was home with the grumpy kids and I was watching Lucinda Williams on the Town Park stage. She's kind of a gnarly bad-ass with a killer band.
Sunday dawned clear and gorgeous. We planned 2 foraging trips: raspberries at Woods Lake and chanterelles at... well, you know I can't tell you where we pick mushrooms! Raspberries are not happening this year. The drought just didn't give them enough to grow on. Here is Rose and JC doing their best to make a go of it:
She is in love with that damn Little House on the Prairie bonnet that Sister and Ella bought her at Farmer Boy's homestead in New York. It is super cute on her and I always love seeing gifts getting used. We quickly abandoned our berry picking plan and ended up doing a lovely 3 mile hike around the lake, discovering all sorts of different mushrooms and mosses and wildlife, ate peanut butter sandwiches by the Volvo, returned home when the rains started (I promptly went to sleep), then rousted ourselves for mushroom foraging.
We literally found 2, both of which were donated to the I Think I Am Ready To Try Chanterelles To See If I Like Them Fund, which was Little Rose. Up until Sunday she was unconvinced that she would like them, but declared a renewed attempt at something the rest of love so much. She liked them, of course, but who wouldn't like something that is sautéed with butter and salt?
What this really means: less for us. Now all four of us like them!
Anywho, Monday was the first day of school and in our efforts to get.them.out.the.door I forgot to take a picture. Dang it! I love those kinds of pictures. Whatever.
We also discovered a new dessert-y treat that is super easy and beyond yummy. We call it... Gelatano.
Peel and freeze 3 ripe bananas. Blend in a food processor with a splash of some kind of milk (I used coconut), spoonful of brown sugar, dribble of vanilla and scoop of cocoa powder.
JC had a little pity party he invited me to. I accepted, reluctantly, and here is the gist of it: We live in a place that has a disproportionately high number of adults who don't work. Because they don't need to. We need to. And we sometimes feel the injustice of it because we have so many interests. We see people without jobs who don't really do anything. Every day. All day. And it just seems terribly, terribly unfair sometimes. We have to force back the urge to get into something because we simply don't have the time. And other people seem to fill their days with pilates and dirt bikes. Usually not the same person, but I think you get the idea.
So I called the pity party off and convinced him that some day, perhaps sooner than we think, we will be able to get in our little camper and head out to see the Devil's Tower in South Dakota, and all the little towns on the way, stopping for a coffee here and a laundromat there, Kindled out by then no doubt, just rolling along on our own time.
So there you have it. Life rolls on, kids are challenging and no one ever feels like they have enough time or money. Thank god we have great jobs and very little expenses, and at least we are interested. Because as I told the kids this weekend: Only boring people get bored.
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