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Herbert

On Tuesday evening I left work at my normal time and headed out on my normal route and the drive itself was unfolding quite normally, but then a ways down Mebane Oaks Road I came upon some cars that appeared to be stopped for no reason. Until of course I saw the reason…a small white goat was parading down the middle of the road baaaa-ing at cars. A lady coming from the other direction in a truck rolled down her window to talk to me and we both sort of shrugged expressing uncertainty over how we were to handle this situation. It wasn’t exactly a turtle to be expedited across the pavement. I suppose I could have just kept on down the road, but something in me – we’ll call it crazy – lead me to turn the car around, park in the grass on the side of the road, and get out.

The truck lady also stopped and we both approached the happy little fella. He walked right up to us, not a bit of fear or hesitation, and just baaa-ed. I cautiously reached out to him, petted him, and ushered him off the road, while me and the truck lady chatted about whether or not we knew of anywhere around that had goats. Coming to no conclusions I said “well, I guess I’ll put him in my car.” Seriously? Seriously. This seemed like the logical next step. Truck lady kept him from the road while I pulled the Fit closer and opened the back. I gingerly lifted him and set him down, closed it up, and bid farewell my temporary helper. Then I sat down in the driver’s seat, started the car, cracked some windows and called Pete. “Hey honey. So um, I have a goat in my car. Yeah. A goat. Yeah he was in the road and I couldn’t just leave him there. Yes, I know I’m crazy. Well I don’t really know what I’m going to do with him, maybe you can look up some farms on Mebane Oaks Road. No, I’m not going to bring him home. He’s just laying down in the back of the car, it’s cool. I’ll call you back.” Or something like that.

I drove up and down the road for a bit and tried a couple side roads, hoping to see what? I don’t know, some magically obvious goat farm that I just never happened to notice any of the other thousand times I’d driven down this road. I found nothing. Maybe one of my friends wants a goat? I thought. And so I called one who surely would have adopted the little guy. But she didn’t answer. Finally, I pulled over and used my phone to Google a farm that I knew was a few miles away, and proceeded to call them to seek advice. The nice lady, after listening to me describe how I came to have a goat in my car, told me I was a good samaritan (read: bat shit crazy) and found the phone number to what appeared to be a goat farm not too far away. While I was on the phone with her my call waiting and messages were blowing up, and once off I saw that my mom and Pete were trying to reach me to let me know they’d found out who he belonged to!

My mom had called her neighbor (she lives down the road from where the goat was found) and he said the goat belongs to a hispanic family that leave him tied up in the yard and he gets out all the time. He described the house and I went looking for it, but I had no luck in finding it. Being that at that point I had now spent a good hour trying to save this goat and I certainly couldn’t bring him home, I decided it was time to let him go. I drove a bit down a gravel path next to a grassy field, opened the trunk, and again gingerly lifted him. Once on the ground he started to walk off, stopped to turn and baa at me, and then continued on his way.

I’ve decided that my new little goat friend will be called Herbert. I do hope he is safe somewhere. And if I ever see him again in the middle of that busy road, Graycie and Jake best prepare for a new backyard buddy.

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On Wednesday after work we walked down to our friends’ house for a beer (N/A for me of course, but not for long! YIPPPPEEEEE!!) They have a dog named Pepper. Norah and Pepper are buddies. They enjoy each other’s company and even share some common interests: stuffed animals, balls, cats, alternative methods of entering and exiting the house…

   

At least she’s not drinking out of the toilet.

Elderland out. XO.

staycation: day one

A couple weeks ago my boss was reviewing the payroll and he said (or rather yelled over the wall between our offices) “wow, Sarah, you have a lot of PTO, when are you going to take a vacation?” to which I snarkily replied “when I get paid more and can afford to.” Unmoved, he retorted “just take a week off and spend it with Norah.” Huh. That’s kind of a really good idea, I thought to myself. And so I looked at the calendar, picked a week and put in my request. That week is this week that’s about to start, making today the first official day of Sarah’s Staycation! Staycation, which became a bona-fide word in 2009 when added to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary (other 2009 additions included flash mob, locavore and frenemy), is a vacation spent at home or nearby. It’s fun, relaxing and cheap. Like! I chose this week because our office is closed for MLK day, so I get my week off work and only have to use four vacation days. I is smart. So. I have nine work free days with which I may do as I please, and one thing I please is to blog.

Day one: Though today was the first full day of my staycation, I’d say it technically began at 5:30 PM yesterday and I kicked it off by going to book club. I and most of my favorite Mebane ladies gathered to discuss (briefly) our book and consume (at length) some alcohol. This month’s selection was The Tao of Willie, chosen by KP because she loves Willie Nelson. The food theme was breakfast for dinner (Willie’s favorite meal was bacon and eggs), so we feasted on biscuits, bacon, frittata and more while we read Willie quotes, listened to Willie music and wore Willie bandanas. We drank mimosas and wine and bloody marys (maries? wow, that’s a weird one) and had a bangin’ girls night that went on until oh about 2 AM and so on my first full day of staycation I awoke a wee bit on the tired side. But I mustered my strength, brushed my teeth and made it out for a morning run with friends. It’s RB’s birthday today, so post run we came back to our house where Pete made us breakfast for breakfast, but we ate around 11:30 so maybe it was more like breakfast for lunch (hey, there’s a word for that). Either way, it was yum.

We then got cleaned up and ready for a trip to Raleighwood to visit Lisa Mays. Lisa Mays used to work at the Gallery with me and is one of my favorite people. Every time I say her name I have to sing it, to the tune of I’ve Been Working on the Railroad. Lisa Lisa Lisa Maaaaayyyyss. No reason. Pete wanted to take Penny the Vanagon, I didn’t want to wait for him to transfer the car seat, he said pretty please, I said you have five minutes, he took 15. All loaded up and on our way and about a mile from the house Pete said hmm, we may have to go back and switch cars. And guess who lost her shit? Two thumbs pointed at this girl. After a few choice words, I folded my arms and put on my angry face and kept my mouth shut as we crawled back toward the house (Penny was having some acceleration issues). A hop skip and a jump from the driveway, Penny decided to be fine (turns out she was just cold), my angry face melted away and we made yet another right turn, back on the road to Raleighwood!

Lisa and her man Robyn took us for some nummy med munchies at Neomonde (hummus among us and I definitely didn’t falafel). Post nosh we needed to walk it out and let Norah sleep some in the bjorn, and so paid a visit to the Arboretum. It was a very cool place, and one that is undoubtedly gorgeous in the spring and summer when everything is blooming. Being that it’s winter and especially with the cold, wet weather we’ve had in the past week, it was quite muddy at times and icy on occasion. The last portion of our visit was to the rooftop terrace gardens which had brick paths strewn with strips of ice that just screamed caution. To Robyn, however, they screamed fun and fun he had as he ran, jumped and slid down the icy lanes. It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Or falls and hits their head. I didn’t see him go down, but I heard it and turned to find him flat on his back. We hurried over asking if he was okay, and when he didn’t respond things got scary. Then they got a bit scarier when he choked and we quickly rolled him onto his side (good call Lisa Mays!) while Pete got his phone out and ready to call 911. Robyn came to and groaned for us to give him a minute, so Pete and I stepped back and let Lisa hang to help him up. That shit was crazy and I’m just super glad he is okay. His jaw hurt badly and he felt a bit dizzy and nauseous from his concussed brain, but he didn’t bleed and he knew where he was and we avoided (barely) a trip to the hospital.

Robyn plays on the ice. Silly Robyn.

Pole hugger.

Shaken and stirred, we decided wine was in order, and went back to Lisa’s to enjoy a glass while Robyn iced his head, and we all laughed our asses off at Danny Devito in skinny jeans on Always Sunny. Penny brought us safely home and soon it’s off to sleep we go. I’m not quite sure that the next eight days will measure up to today’s excitement, and where the head trauma’s concerned, that’s probably a good thing. Maybe tomorrow I’ll just clean the house and watch some TV. Also showing potential for the week ahead: reading, running, bread making, more blogging, Norah documenting, crafting, movie watching, hiking, etsying (mhm, that’s right), and just a whole lotta time with Pete and the bear. Happy, happy, joy, joy!

Elderland out. XO.

baby partay

On Memorial Day weekend, we had what was surely the best baby shower of all time. The “Baby Beer BBQ Bash” as it was called began as a silly little idea in Sarah’s mind as she considered all the things she and Pete would not want from a baby shower, and that list included pretty much everything one would generally expect from such an event i.e. a small group of ladies gathering on a Sunday afternoon to teetotal and tatter about babies and husbands and other girly stuff interspersed with garish games like guess the candy bar which appears to be a nasty mess of baby poop in a diaper. No no. Not for us. We felt quite strongly that a partay to celebrate our amazing little lovely, Norah, should include entire families, not just wives, and should be an all out bash. Indeed it was. As the idea took shape and Sarah’s mom and several of her closest friends took the reigns, the Elder Baby Beer BBQ Bash became one bangin’, beautiful, bountiful, badass and babytastic event. We were truly overwhelmed with love and appreciation. We’ve made quite the home for ourselves in this little town of Mebane and would never have imagined all the amazing people we’d have in our lives when we moved in just 4 years ago. We’re tremendously lucky and Norah is going to have one kick ass hometown. Our only sadness is that more of our family from afar couldn’t be with us at the celebration. Which just means that all you out there in other states had better get busy booking some travel to to Elderland soon!

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our adorable niece loves food!

mommas

so. damn. tasty.

badass bob revolution jog stroller!

PS Thank you awesome people for all you have done for us in this most amazing and exciting time in our lives. We love you all!

garden love

Last year we made our foray into vegetable gardening with the rental of a plot at the Mebane Community Garden. I was very reluctant, mostly for the fact that we already have so much going on and I feared renting this plot only to let it fall by the wayside, lonely, bare and unattended. With some coaxing and encouragement from our fearless MCG leader, Rebecca, and the agreement from our buddy Annie to co-lease the plot, we made the jump. Honestly, without Rebecca’s super sweet promise to help through teaching and advice, I likely would have shied away. At that point I was doing well to keep a few houseplants alive, had watched helplessly as our boxwoods faded into a brown shrubbery abyss  and certainly wasn’t keen on the potential failure. I don’t do well with failure. I don’t like to suck at anything. In fact, I would really prefer to be super awesome at everything I do or else what’s the point? Kidding, kidding. Kind of. It’s a piss poor attitude to have and one that I hope to avoid passing on to our kids. Competitive drive and striving for success are good. Self-deprecation and quitting as a result of losing or being less than perfect are bad. But right, gardening…

So in February of 2009 we reserved our plot; a 16×4 piece of land at the MCG, previously tended by our lovely neighbors and right next to the plot of our grand master. We inherited a slew of random seeds from my Grams and proceeded to plant those of interest, pretty much winging it as we didn’t know which were still good, but in our novice state it seemed a preferable path to go with what we had rather than invest a bunch of money before honing our skills (you know, like $10 – $15! yes, we’re cheap). And it went really well. And it wasn’t hard. And as each new veggie popped up and we consumed harvest after harvest of the most deliciously fresh veggies (tomatoes, squash, peppers, lettuce, spinach, green beans, and more!) I fell completely in love with gardening. After a year, I’m still a total beginner and completely reliant on others and the internet for my knowledge, but I tasted sweet success and I want more. Just the grand feeling of awe and appreciation when you walk into that garden in the middle of summer, and everywhere you look there are flourishing flora dripping with beautiful produce, is worth the time, effort and money. And seriously, the money is nothing compared to what you total with your weekly trips to the supermarket, that is, assuming you eat fruit and vegetables. If you don’t, for shame, for shame.

The past two weekends, Pete and I put some time at the MCG for the spring workdays. Building raised beds, tilling plots, pulling weeds, shoveling compost, and even a little planting (snow peas, whooopppeee!). It was tremendously rewarding and really put us in the mood for spring (as if we weren’t already so sick of and done with this winter).

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before pete figured out the tiller adjustment. oops.

end of the day, looking mighty good.

happy gardener

mr. happy gardener

our untilled, wintry little plot, so ready for spring.

over the weekend

I went to running club for 3 cold miles followed by a delicious soy latte at Mebane Espress.

I made bread! Inspired by good friends and with the help of their Bread Bible, and it was loaftastic.

We had some of our Mebane pals over for Curried Split Pea Soup.

I went to Costco to stock up on important bulk goods like 10 lbs of oats and 2 lb of hummus.

We spent Sunday working in the Mebane Community Garden to prepare for Spring (so close!). Pictures coming soon!

We had some of our fave neighbors over for post garden day grub – Meyer’s Lemony Broccoli and Chickpea Rigatoni.

We talked to our little lovely in my belly and Pete told her a story about our life.

big snow!

In the last 24 hours, six to eight inches of snow have flurried into Mebane. This is definitely the biggest snow we’ve seen in our 4 years residing in the happiest place on Earth. Yes, that’s right, Mebane is a place on Earth, and Mebane isn’t too far away. Sometimes, I’m finding it hard to believe we’re in Mebane. So I’d really like to know, would you hold my hand if I saw you in Mebane? If not, there very well could be tears in Mebane. And we’re done.

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