I am unsure who was more pitifully clad on Sunday. The tree, which remained unadorned, or J.D. in his many layers. Personally, I like to think he is just ahead of the curve for the return of flannel and Doc Martens.
One of the side effects of starting the Carb Lover’s Diet during the summer was a noticeable increase in the number of smoothies consumed in the house. Don’t get me wrong, I love smoothies. But J.D. decided that he really loved smoothies more than any other breakfast option. Six months later and you can see the outcome. That would be our ex-blender. I wish I had taken a picture of the parts that actually disintegrated. There was no salvaging this baby. I actually stepped out of the shower and wondered what was on fire.
The good news is that we had one on standby. Apparently I moved it around, house to house for an entire decade, just for this moment. (Please ignore the messy counter top.) I believe that last real action this bad boy saw was blending Slim Fast powder with milk in 1982. (Mmmm, chalky cocoa flavored goodness.) Who knows why my grandparents bought it in the first place. And dear god is it loud. Bean cover’s her ears the runs by the kitchen in an effort to make it to the living room without doing too much permanent damage to her eardrums. I’m inclined to get her noise cancelling headphones for the holidays.
In the meantime, here is a lovely close-up so you can truly appreciate the harvest gold mellowness of the old girl. And also see that it is a Waring blender, you know, like the one made famous by the Warren Zevon song. Does Waring even make blenders anymore?
Too much explanation would take away from the fantastical nature of this. I have heard that they also do duets and rounds. Seriously.
Today’s race turned out brilliantly. Bean was great. The race was well organized. It was incredibly hot and I was pushing 40lbs in front of me, but I still managed 13.5 minute miles. Fantastic. Check out the pictures below.