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Tuesday, July 27, 2004
more snippets
just a bunch of little things, no one thing warranting its own entry...
snippet 1:
I remembered the second stupid thing from my camping trip. It involved a pan of spaghetti sauce, and one metal handle that wasn't hot, and one handle that was, and a really freakishly enormous blister on the pad of my thumb, and a relatively phenomenal amount of pain. I say "relatively" because I've had worse (um, c-sections), but for the amount of tissue involved, a burn packs quite a punch.
snippet 2:
We walked outside our house on Saturday morning to find a dead cat in our yard. It wasn't one of ours; it was one of the feral toms who wander around our neighborhood waiting for us to let our sweet young thangs outside (not gonna happen until they're spayed; a surprising amount of time and effort goes into making sure the cats don't escape the house). Anyway. So we had a dead cat to deal with; T used the shovel to take it into the bushes in the field near our house. And gee, I'm glad he did that, because we're supposed to learn something new every day, and now I know the direction of the prevailing wind (what little wind there is) around our house in the summer. The weather report helps with this:
GAG
snippet 3:
I gained three pounds on vacation. Which is less than it feels like I've gained. Amazing how there's no good thing about how weight feels. You don't want to feel heavier than you are, but you don't want to be heavier than you feel either.
snippet 4:
My reading life has been a study in contrasts lately. Just before we left for vacation I read my advance readers' copy of Fire Along The Sky -- if you like historical fiction, romance, New York State, the early nineteenth century, Native American cultures, or just a ripping good story, you should pre-order this book TODAY, by the way. Then on vacation I read Northanger Abbey (Jane Austen*) and The Glass Lake (Maeve Binchy). THEN in the last week at home I've been reading the first Stephanie Plum mystery, The Fellowship of the Ring, and Ring of Bright Water, which is, so far, essentially an anthem to the natural scenery of the Western Scottish Highlands, although supposedly soon it will involve otter antics (unless the movie was an even worse adaptation than usual). Nobody can say I'm in a rut, anyway.
snippet 5:
All my nice ephemeral revolutionary thoughts about somehow finding a way for me to go back to college now instead of in eight or so years, as has been my plan since before my marriage, are becoming slightly less ephemeral. Suffice to say that T's boss is making me think that any life where T can be far from him would be way better than the alternative. He makes me say words that would never ordinarily come out of my mouth. I'm serious, he just MAKES me say them. Fortunately not to his face, but then I try to spend as little time around him as possible. See, there, I just had to stop one of those nasty words from spilling right out of my fingers onto the keyboard and into this journal. I am not sure yet what, if anything, will come of the revolutionary ideas. Realistically, since I've sworn a solemn vow that neither of my children will ever be enrolled in a public school and I intend to stand by that (not that T would let me change my mind on it even if, for some reason that would have to include either alien abduction or a frontal lobotomy or both, I should want to do so), there are a lot of obstacles to overcome if anything's going to change. But obstacles have been overcome before, so we'll see what happens.
