things you think are boring but they are not

the weather. mostly just the weather.

we brush it off as an inane conversation filler. but really, i think it is more like a religious devotion. and much like religion, it is an effort to decode life, the unpredictability and vagaries, the surprises and complications.

i think that is why we marvel and refuse to accept.
"can you believe it is so warm? for november?"
"it's not going to rain for the next four days. no way. i refuse to believe it."
"it can;t be winter - summer just got here!"

i know there are people in the camp that loves all weather, and is excited about all of it. i might argue that this is just a form of blind worship of an unpredictable god. might as well sit back and enjoy the ride, 'cause there is nothing else you can do.

and of course, there are those that don;t want to hear about the weather, because there is nothing you can do about it. just leave it be. talking about the inevitable and uncontrollable is boring. atheism? agnostic?

me, i am firmly in the talk-about-it-extensively and examine-it-all-the-time person. i should go to seminary school for weather nerds.

(by the way - isn't the weather crazy right now?)

whoops

last monday morning was interesting.

well. maybe not interesting. maybe gross. there - you have been warned. those of the weak of stomach, read no further!!

we had a little cigar box mounted to the wall of our bathroom. the door open up. in the box we keep little bottles of bathroom things, like deodorant. at the time of this incident, there was a tiny nail which, were the box not mounted to the wall, would help keep the lid closed. this has been the set up for nearly six years and two moves. i keep trying to remember to remove the tiny useless nail.

i, being of sound mind and general clumsiness, somehow let the door swing closed on my hand while reaching for deodorant. ouch! i quickly examined said hand, and it seemed unscathed. whew! somehow i missed that nail! need to remove it...

so i proceeded to my bedroom to get dressed, reached up for something and OH MY GOOD BLOOOOODDDDDD!

then i woke up on the floor. with a very bad headache and a very bloody hand.
turns out i did not escape the nail. it was just a tiny, tiny puncture wound, but i think it hit a vein. i'm fine, really, and i have a lovely bruise a week later.

5 whole years!

chris and i JUST celebrated the ol' 5 year anniversary. (our kissaversary is actually around easter, and it will be 9 years i think this spring, lest you think we were like just getting to know eachother or something!)

we celebrated! we put on clean clothes, went out to eat at a restaurant, came home, and watched back to back to back episodes of 'battlestar galactica' and went to bed 10 (so late!).

man, we know how to party.

it might be a bad sign when...

you are venting to your therapist (is it venting? or is it therapy...?) about your job, and she suggests you need to write a book.
because it is that harrowing/unusual/typical/funny?

i'm just sayin'. that seems like a bad sign.

dinner

Chris emailed me earlier today:
"Any foods I need to put in the dinner tonight?"

First, it is awesome he is cooking dinner. He's gotten really good at it - his baking really is stellar, too. (And considering I can;t bake it is a good thing someone in the house can make tasty flaky cinnamon rolls....mmmmm....gluten free cinnamon rolls....)

Anyway. I responded in poem form. I thought you may enjoy (I'm sure Chris did: his response was "K.")

"Hm.
Dig around in the fridge.
Open all containers. Open all bins. Open all drawers.
Explore contents.
Identify suspect things.
Put suspect things in the trash.

Line up not-quite suspect, but possibly questionable items.
Use these items."

Moved.

So, we no longer reside in the converted goat barn. But, changing the names of blogs and redirecting stuff is a pain in the ass. And now that I have wrangled myself some extra hours in the day (part of the moving goal) I've been meaning to start writing on this thing more, partly to keep the family up to date on all our recent and increasingly frequent adventures (also part of the moving goal).

Today I just want to say: there really are only two things I miss about the goat barn.

1) The immense ease with which we could clean it. Hello double the space! You require much more maintenance. And our vacuum broke, and I believe the shop-vac we are are using as a substitute is causing us deafness.

2) Our Land Vixen (er...landlady...). We just miss her.

wowza.

last night, we went to a cook-out, which kinda turned into a party. like an actual shindig.

it was real good fun - the kinda fun we thought was easy to stumble across fours years ago, but here in VT seems harder to happen upon. but there it was, and it was good.

thanks, memorial day!

decision making

we've been traveling so much lately. this is the first weekend in a really long time where we've been home both days. it's a relief.

traveling is wonderful and exciting and also exhausting.

and now we are thinking about making changes. i'd tell you what they were if we knew what they were. in fact, if anyone wants to volunteer to decide for us - that would be great.