The Aftermath
I'm snarfing down some green beans I just made and thinking about all the things I've been saving up to blog about.
The quote of the weekend is courtesy of a parent overheard at the library, to child: "You wanna go outside where it's hot and there's nothing to do??"
Yes, it's hot outside. But nothing to do? Come on! That's what being a kid is about - finding stuff to do outside. Amusing yourself. Now, I'm pro spending time in the library, obviously, and it's a great refuge on a hot day, but please! Let your kids outside!
Yesterday I got paid to make catapults out of cardboard, rubber bands, and tape.
I did the whole "cry while listening to NPR on the way to work" thing on Thursday. And not even the "cry because there's a touching, heartwarming story on." No, it was the "listen to an actor/songwriter move from discussing his latest role as a rapping pimp to singing a Paul Simon-esque song he wrote about going home, and start crying" thing.
Did anyone else catch This American Life this morning? I heard a few minutes on the way to church, and they were just starting to talk about militant teen librarians when I pulled into the parking lot. I need to go back and listen to that one.
The houseguests have departed. They've left behind a jacket, a mysterious something under the couch, absolutely filthy floors, and a broken string on my guitar. Which is just great, because I have no clue about restringing it.
I didn't have any coffee today, and I'm kind of dragging. I don't want to be addicted. This is after yesterday's Intense Coffee Experience, involving something called toddy left in our fridge by a coffee fanatic guest - strong as a rope, and oh so good. I want some right now, in fact, but Intense Coffee at 7:20 pm? Bad idea. Very very bad.
Last night we grilled with assorted guests/friends, and then lingered at the picnic table drinking wine, some ungodly liquor, eating an entire jar of pickles (not simultaneously - first pickles, then wine, then liquor) and talking with the neighbors (the friendly ones, not the shotgun one). At one point our neighbor shouted, "I'm a lawyer, I'm supposed to be drunk!"
I'm looking forward to a little lull this week. Getting in a lot of reading, adequate sleep, and cleaning up after the storm damage (although not so much looking forward to the cleaning process, just the results).
The quote of the weekend is courtesy of a parent overheard at the library, to child: "You wanna go outside where it's hot and there's nothing to do??"
Yes, it's hot outside. But nothing to do? Come on! That's what being a kid is about - finding stuff to do outside. Amusing yourself. Now, I'm pro spending time in the library, obviously, and it's a great refuge on a hot day, but please! Let your kids outside!
Yesterday I got paid to make catapults out of cardboard, rubber bands, and tape.
I did the whole "cry while listening to NPR on the way to work" thing on Thursday. And not even the "cry because there's a touching, heartwarming story on." No, it was the "listen to an actor/songwriter move from discussing his latest role as a rapping pimp to singing a Paul Simon-esque song he wrote about going home, and start crying" thing.
Did anyone else catch This American Life this morning? I heard a few minutes on the way to church, and they were just starting to talk about militant teen librarians when I pulled into the parking lot. I need to go back and listen to that one.
The houseguests have departed. They've left behind a jacket, a mysterious something under the couch, absolutely filthy floors, and a broken string on my guitar. Which is just great, because I have no clue about restringing it.
I didn't have any coffee today, and I'm kind of dragging. I don't want to be addicted. This is after yesterday's Intense Coffee Experience, involving something called toddy left in our fridge by a coffee fanatic guest - strong as a rope, and oh so good. I want some right now, in fact, but Intense Coffee at 7:20 pm? Bad idea. Very very bad.
Last night we grilled with assorted guests/friends, and then lingered at the picnic table drinking wine, some ungodly liquor, eating an entire jar of pickles (not simultaneously - first pickles, then wine, then liquor) and talking with the neighbors (the friendly ones, not the shotgun one). At one point our neighbor shouted, "I'm a lawyer, I'm supposed to be drunk!"
I'm looking forward to a little lull this week. Getting in a lot of reading, adequate sleep, and cleaning up after the storm damage (although not so much looking forward to the cleaning process, just the results).
posted by Jess at 7:09 PM
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Militant teen librarians? I've got to hear that one.
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