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Sunday, July 24, 2005
um...
...I got nothing.
Well, almost nothing. And it's BEEN nothing for a long time, which is why the calendar up there on the right has so few days in bold this month. Except now that I have the domain and all that (stupid stupid), this "got nothing" is costing me money. Dang. No way am I going back to blogger, though, just no way.
Today we again flea-fogged or bombed or whatever you want to call it our house. I am hoping that the reasons we failed to get the results we wanted (i.e. being able to sit still in our house without having leaping, biting insects take up residence on our shins) were that a) we failed to use enough fog for the space we have and b) we used a cheap brand and c) we let the cats back in afterward with no flea protection except flea collars. Oh please please let those be the reasons because dangit it's such a huge pain to try to get rid of these awful freakish little beasties. I saw one (1) flea on myself this afternoon, post-fogging, and I am going to assume (tra la la) that that was a flea that was on me before which means that it did not survive the Raid onslaught and that we will not be dealing with the same stupid frustrating problem in three days (tra la la).
Also, our car has no air conditioning, thanks to a really well-timed refrigerant leak. This is manifestly unfair and unkind and just mean of God, I think, since it is the hottest July I ever remember living through, and I have now lived through 31 California Julys. Or I will have lived through 31 of them, assuming I don't die of the heat in the next seven days, that is.
Also, swimming lessons are going (oh, you knew I was going to do it, didn't you) swimmingly. Both kids are enjoying them and learning lots and I'm actually taking pictures while I wait for their lessons to finish each day, which are pretty much the only pictures I've been taking at all lately, not sure why.
And I have a really awesome film camera (people moving up to digital are remarkably willing to part with nice photographic equipment), an N50 which is an SLR which means you can use all these schmancy lenses that you can change out, and all that, and I have this really awesome 70-300mm lens with a macro setting and I've been having so much fun with it, but it's a FILM CAMERA. Which means I have to, you know, get PRINTS of everything before I can even see how any of the pictures came out. How totally backward. What's really awesome, though, is that in a few years when we get me a D70 (digital SLR), the auxiliary lenses and things will work with it.
And thatisall. I told you. Almost nothing.
ETA:
P.S. I typed the above entry, posted it, shut down the computer, and went to get a drink of water before heading to bed and found that someone had put away the milk in the cupboard where the glasses go. I know that sounds like a Rachel-ish thing to do, but I swear it wasn't me. Fortunately, it was still cold.
P.P.S. Speaking of Rachel-ish things to do, I've been mulling about how many little intricacies are contained in our DNA. C not only looks a great deal like I did as a child (less now than she did, say, two years ago, though), she also has the following identical idiosyncrasies/character traits:
- She riffles the pages of the book while she reads it. (sub-item: she always, always wants to be reading. Reading is the default activity).
- She narrates her life, what her dolls are doing, what she's thinking -- aloud, as if she were reading a book, complete with fake British accent.
- She stubs her toes and smacks her head on things and falls down multiple times a day.
- She looks like she's drowning when she swims.
- She always wants to be kissing and hugging and "I love you"ing. Over and over and over and over and over.
- She has elaborate methods for randomly picking a book to read.
- She gets dirty as soon as she steps outside.
- She cries if you look at her sternly.
See what I mean? Nobody had to teach her to do these things. She isn't copying me -- especially since some of this is stuff I haven't done since well before she was born. It's fascinating, really.
Comments
Rachel! I meant to tell you aaages ago, I bought a lovely camera, a Panasonic Lumix FZ20 and the pictures have been beeyootiful so far. I can't wait until I am married and have more time and can play properly! (Less than four weeks to go, by the way)
I'd like to ask you a favour: I'm looking for a quote from the Anne series, something to do with the nature of love. I think it is where she realises she is in love with Gilbert, and comments on how her view of love has changed. I want to include some quotes in our order of service. You being such an 'Anne fan' I'm sure could lay your hands on it in an instant! I can't find the second or third book in my collection either. WOuld you mind having a look for me? Thank you!
Posted by: Valerie at July 25, 2005 02:03 AM
I meant to sign off, too, before posting! BTW, if you want to see any of my photos, let me know and I can email you. Yours are so lovely and inspirational.
Valerie
Posted by: Valerie at July 25, 2005 02:05 AM
Val, I am SO HAPPY for you! I so clearly remember those last weeks before my wedding. *romantic sigh*. Of course the weeks after have all been wonderful, better by far than those weeks before -- but they have a flavor all their own, those days of eager anticipation do.
I would love to see your photos. You can email them to me, or you can start a flickr or Snapfish account or a blog or something and send me a link. :)
re: the Anne quote. Are you thinking of the end of Anne of Avonlea, where Anne... well, here's the paragraph:
"For a moment Anne's heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert's gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil that had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps. . . perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."
--Anne of Avonlea, L.M. Montgomery, chapter XXX
Posted by: Rachel at July 25, 2005 01:58 PM
Talk about DNA being weird. My brother Mat has never met our father. Well, he lived there up until like a year of age. However, he has so many mannerisms and personality traits which are EXACTLY as our father's. When Mat is telling a story that he is really excited about, he gets this husky low tone in his voice, just like our dad did. The laugh is identical. My dad wasn't huge like Mat, but he still thought he was a tough guy and was always sizing other guys up...Especially if I didn't like them. He'd go, "Oh, I could take him." Mat does the same thing. The list goes on and on.
You said "Gay Knight." Hee, hee.
Posted by: jenn at July 25, 2005 03:02 PM
I'm always a little puzzled by people for whom reading isn't the default activity.
Posted by: dichroic at July 28, 2005 01:22 PM
