Buck 85 + 86 on the road again

About to leave and drive up to our new home in wmass. Lots of feelings. And the road is good for that. I'm mostly excited, but admittedly sad because going alone. I miss J already. Man, this following your dreams stuff makes me sappy. I will see J in a week and have accomplished tons. Got one of the many things to do done this am. Picked up my fixed laptop from Nick. Shout out and all but ain't nobody reading. On the way down, man with a sign at Presidents and Lombard - gave him Buck 85 + 86. All caught up and todays Buck 87 in my pocket. Wish me safe travels (um, busy and preoccupied cyberworld).

Buck 84 - In Watermelon Sugar

This is one of my favorite neighborhood stores. It's the first place I look if I need to buy a gift for a girl friend. The store itself is beautiful to look at with gorgeous and interesting windows and decor. And the merch is cool and unique. The shop-owner is a peach too. Stuck Buck 84 in the door.

Buck 83 - Cupcakes again

Hot dogs and cupcakes are everywhere I go this Summer. 7am auto maintenance means I can reward myself at the cupcake shop I spied off Howard. Gluten-free, which I don't particularly need, and very tasty. Went with the coconut. Dropped Buck 83 outside on 27th.

Buck 82 - on Caroline

Dropped Buck 82 on Caroline Street in Fell's Point.

Buck 81 - sush with Heather B

Who knows how some things get started. I am always fascinated with the way people talk. Once at work, Heather B and Steph IM'd me to see if I wanted to join them for "sush for birf". That is, sushi for birthday and guessing it was one of theirs. Met HB for sush today. She is the best thing about my last job! Tucked Buck 81 in the seat cushion at Chiu's. Thank you Chiu's, but thinking you should really be thanking me. I dropped some serious $ on sushi over 7 years.

Bucks 77 - 80 Haute Dog

Hot Dogs again! I know, crazy. Guess it is Summer and all, but this Summer hot dogs just keep making appearances. The fittingly named Haute Dog is way fancier than Doughy Dog. I got a 1/4 lb. angus beef dog, with onion jam, a home-made tomato-y ketchup-y sauce and mayonnaise. Mayonnaise! The owner said the French like it that way and he has to have mayo on hand for them. I guess it is right next door to Bonjour Bakery, so maybe Falls Rd at Lake is a destination for Frenchies in the area? Who knew? I love the French. And so when the hot dog man said if I want to feel French I should try the mayo - I fell for it. He knew how to sell me mayo on my dog. All this talk of mayo is reminding me I do have a friend, Angela, who is awesome, and she LOATHES mayonnaise. It practically makes her skin crawl and this girl will eat anything! Seriously, like maybe a rat or grilled bird in Guinea - Bissou (from Peace Corp days). But back to my dog. The roll was nicer than your typical hot dog roll, not split, but a hole in the center warmed on a protruding metal bunholemakerandwarmer. My dog rocked. But hey, this ain't no stinkin' food blog, so I won't go into details about J's 2 dogs (but I have to say one was bison meat). I will look to see where I should post feedback about Haute Dog. Gots to support small biz! J paid, so I reached in my pocket and left Bucks 77 - 80 in the tip jar.

Buck 76 - early running with husband, what the?

My husband is the only one ever reading my blog. Thank you J! You make me happy in millions of ways! Now I'm not greedy. And don't expect J to always make me happy. And me being me, I would be miserable if someone were always trying to make me happy. J, you strike the perfect balance, for the most part. And that's exactly how I want it. So my husband does not get up early in the morning to go running with me. We run together some evenings. We run together some late weekend mornings. We run separately too. Sometimes (to tease me?) my husband will say at night, "hey, try to wake me up tomorrow, I might run with you" - he might mean it, but I know he is only lying to himself. It's ok. I try to wake him; I run alone. But this past Monday, 7am in Southwick, MA my husband got up and woke up as I drove to Ashley Reservoir. side note: can not say "reservoir" anymore without singing it like Jonathan Richman. Thank you husband for early running and listening to my childhood reservoir remembrances. Left Buck 76 on the step of the little stone house.