Here are some pictures of another weekend hike. We walked up the Schuylkill to Falls Bridge and then back again. If a person hikes twelve miles every weekend and is basically sedentary for the rest of the week, can she still maintain her overall youthful health and good looks? Just wondering, of course.
Here’s a tip from me to you: pre-season NFL games are so much cheaper than regular season games.
I know NOTHING about football, despite watching all five seasons of Friday Night Lights (twice). So of all the things to spend money on, regular season NFL games don’t make the cut. I’m literally not worthy.
But pre-season games are doable. We paid $29 per ticket to see the Eagles play the Steelers, and that felt like a steal compared to the $100 per person (for nosebleed seats!) we might pay during the regular season.
The Eagles and the Steelers have a long-standing intra-state rivalry. This felt like the perfect game to see as a newbie.
First, I learned that whenever the Eagles score a touchdown, there are fireworks set off from the stadium. What could be more American than that?
I also learned that cheap seats up in the nosebleeds offer a birds-eye view of the field that is pretty helpful for a novice like me.
I kind of sort of came to understand the very basics of the game. When the Eagles made a play, I could maybe see what they were doing. Kind of. Don’t ask me to explain anything.
But when things went wrong, I understood nothing. Plus, the referees threw so many confusing flags during this game. Almost every play was reversed or contested for various sketchy reasons like “unlawful formation,” “inappropriate touching,” or “having shoes that don’t match your belt.”
But we had such a fun time. The feeling from the crowd was totally different from a Phillies game, and even the stadium music had more energy.
We were high-energy and stayed until the very end. I had so much more fun than I even thought I would – I guess professional sports games are just our thing, whether I understand what’s going on or not.
Fly like an eagle!
P.S. My Eagles shirt cost $3 dollars (thanks, Modell’s!) and was clearly made for an obese child.
Back in July, DH used his academic connections to get a tour of the rare book room in the Van Pelt Library at the University of Pennsylvania.
I got to tag along for the tour, which included specific old books laid out for us to touch and feel (after a thorough hand washing).
It was a great enough experience that I want to document it here, but I definitely don’t remember specific details about each book we carefully caressed.
And looking into it would require precious time and research, and instead of researching I prefer watching Bob’s Burgers.
So, basically, I want to show you pictures of super old books without having to explain them individually.
But you can start a blog all about incunables if you want, with details and facts and dates, and all sorts of proof that you are better than me.
I don’t know what the rules are for touring Van Pelt if you’re not a student, affiliate, or married to someone with a PhD, but if you can swing it, definitely stop by.
One fact I do remember is that the below-pictured book once belonged to Isaac Newton. Some of the dog ears in the book may even have been his. Newton was a dog-earer!
So anyway, another summer highlight.
Last weekend DH and I wanted to get some exercise, but sometimes going to the gym is the absolute last thing we want to do, even if that means hiking twelve miles up through Fairmount Park instead.
The trail got wonderfully quiet the further north we went. It was really just a walk, but I feel like anything more than 3 miles gets into “hike” territory – calling it hiking just feels more legitimate. I thought I was so smart coming up with the term “urban hiking,” but, nope, I’m way behind – it’s been a thing for a while on the Google.
We walked up to the Strawberry Mansion Bridge, an old trolley bridge originally built in 1897. It was restored in the mid-nineties.
Then we walked home, marveling at how quiet the trail was in the heart of the very citified east coast.
If an underdog bowling movie were made about me, it would mostly be a bunch of montages of me bowling horribly, while my beleaguered mentor (probably played by Emilio Estevez) cringes from the sidelines. My mentor would give me motivational speeches to no effect, and the movie would basically just follow his descent into despair. The feel-good message of the movie would be to just give up. Emilio would probably win an Oscar for the role. It would be a sleeper hit, for sure.
Anyway, once, in high school, I went bowling with my family and bowled a 15. I’m not proud of it, but that score is indicative of the fact that my bowling skills are not at a level where even believing in myself would make any noticeable improvement on my game.
But the thing is, I still love bowling. And now I love it even more since discovering Pep Bowl in South Philly.
Our friends clued us in to the place: it’s a BYOB in the basement of a nonprofit (Programs Employing People) on Federal and Broad. There are six lanes, almost perfectly preserved in their original 1950s state. This bowling alley is the definition of old school.
We went with our friends and their four year old son, whose presence meant that we could request bumpers without shame. The bumpers made all the difference, and I bowled a totally respectable game, plus two whole strikes! Thanks, imaginary mentor Emilio Estevez!