Decided to do a little Throwback Thursday for today's post -- breakfast with my favourite man back in 2012, at one of our favourite restaurants, Pondicheri.
We really need to do that again.
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This was a great week. Here's why:
• My friend Luvvie was in town for work, and happily, had time for a leisurely lunch before heading back home. Surprise, spontaneous lunches with good friends are the best.
• It was Marcus' birthday yesterday! We're going to celebrate for the rest of the weekend, too.
• I've been saying for years that handwriting things is better than typing things -- and not just because seeing someone's handwriting is cooler, either. This article vindicates me.
• This guy criss-crossed the United States by train, and took photos. I'm thinking our family might have to do this before Alex goes off to college. Amazing.
• So charmed by Xanthe's mini time capsules -- 15 second movies of her days. Gorgeous.
• Also charmed by Hula's photographs of her 20th wedding anniversary, where she and her husband returned to New Orleans, the city of their honeymoon. Make sure to get all the way to the bottom: the self-portrait of the two of them, recreating a similar one they'd done 20 years ago, took my breath away.
• You might remember that Alex participated in Girls Rock Camp this past summer, and she loved it. And I love their fundraiser: selling prints of girls recreating iconic album covers. So cool.
• Finally, today's soundtrack: I updated my playlist for workouts this week, and I included Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk (It's perfect for a quick-paced hike uphill on a treadmill, by the way). While I was listening to it, I remembered this video of ... well ... hands that sing the song. So it seemed like a perfect time to share it with you.
Click here or the image below to watch.
Have an amazing weekend, friends. See you next week.
This was a good week. Our little family spent it at the Hyatt Lost Pines in Bastrop, a little town in central Texas. Going to this hotel was sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing: Marcus desperately needed a break from work, and my own work schedule ramps up starting next week. So this past week provided the perfect opportunity to have some concentrated family down-time.
Mission accomplished: we did very little but laze around, stopping only eat and dunk ourselves in the epic pool - a pool complete with a lazy river: a 1000-foot waterway with a slow current, designed solely for lying in a tube and floating. In fact, we relaxed so thoroughly, that I have no links to share with you this week - just a few snapshots from the last few days. Apologies, but I promise to return you to your regularly scheduled Chookooloonks next week.
Here's wishing you a happy weekend, friends. See you next week.
I just finally downloaded the photographs I took in Canada onto the hard drive of my desktop computer at home, and pulled this one up on screen for the first time. I'm not sure which part I love the best: the snow boulder that Marcus is hurling at me that appears to be bigger than his head, or Marcus' homicidal expression, or the fact that Alex is off in the corner, appearing to say to herself, "This will not end well."
Ladies and gentlemen, my family.
See you on Monday, friends.
It had been almost exactly three years since our family was in England -- we spent Thanksgiving 2011 in Bath. This year, instead of picking a central location in the middle of the country, and meeting Marcus' family there, we spent most of our time roadtripping to various locations to visit their homes: first to Cornwall (where we celebrated my mother-in-law's birthday), then to Gloucester to visit my father-in-law, and finally a couple of days in London -- because London, for me, is where it all began.
The time in England had me thinking about what "home" means -- and in my life, "home" is sort of complicated. "Home," of course, is here in Houston, Texas, where Marcus, Alex and I make our daily life: sleeping in our little suburban house, Marcus working a daily 20-minute commute away, Alex attending the school she loves. It's where many of our dear friends are. It's the place where we create our life.
Also, for me, "home" means Trinidad, my birthplace and birthplace of my parents, the country of my culture. It's the place where, as soon as I get off of the plane at Piarco International Airport, I exhale. Trinidad is where I don't have to try so hard. Where, despite all of its flaws (and there are many), I get it. I'm not on my guard as much. I'm not as affected.
But more and more, England is starting to feel like home, as well. England is where I first felt my most independent -- moving away from everything familiar to make my own way in a whole new culture. England is where I met and married my love. And it is where his family, without hesitation, made me one of their own. I really, really love England.
And this trip, while altogether far too short, really drove this point ... well, home. It was lovely seeing Marcus with his family again, of course, but it was lovely for me, as well -- because in its strange, beautiful way, it was my homecoming, too.
Here's a bit of what it looked like.
Wonderful seeing everything and everybody again. Here's hoping it doesn't take us 3 years to get back again.
Marcus surprised me with these earlier this week.
When we got married, I held a bouquet of callas, so these flowers have always been extra-special to me.
This photograph was taken as part of #NaPhoPoMo (National Photo Posting Month) -- a shot a day for the month of November. You should join me: it's a lesson in stopping and looking, improving your photography skills, and appreciating the beauty and light around you.
Click here to see who's participating (and sign up your own blog, if you'd like!). And if you tag your photos with #NaPhoPoMo on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook or Google+, your image will automatically be seen here. I hope you join in the fun - and I can't wait to see what you capture.
After an insanely busy day yesterday, I met Marcus for a quiet glass of wine and dinner. It was his birthday.
While my day was crazy, Marcus' was easy, since he took the day off work. I've always envied him this -- when I was an employee, I never had the guts to simply take the day off on my birthday. I think it's awesome that he has done this every year since I met him. Every year. And he tells me that he has done this all his life, never missing a year.
Such a good lesson, man. Here's to making a habit of celebration..
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