...the kitchen is officially clean.
The vent still needs some scrubbing and the inside of the fridge needs a good wipe down, but other than that it's spotless. It took just over 16 hours in total, to get it from the way it was to the way I wanted it and it was totally worth it. I am very pleased.
In addition to the work in the kitchen today, I managed to get at least the front half of the place the way I want it. I scrubbed all the walls, doors, baseboards, blinds, and air vents with bleach. I moved every piece of furniture (that doesn't have a fish tank on it) and vacuumed under/behind/around it. I dusted and polished all the furniture. I cleaned the windows and outside of the fish tanks.
I also finished up most of the bathroom, now I only need to clean the mirrors and arrange the items on top of the sink.
I'm also totally and completely at war with the ants. I f*cking hate ants. I loathe their very existence. They are (for sure) at the very top of my annoyance list. And they are everywhere. Not like, in organized lines or trails. Not everywhere in the sense that I could determine exactly what it is they have come for or where it is exactly they are going, but everywhere in the sense that every damn time I turn around or let my guard down I find another one crawling across my foot. UGH! Last night ants haunted my dreams. At some point I became convinced that the bed was in fact, full of ants and began furiously swatting at everything within reach, annoyed almost to the point of insanity by meaningless little insects that may or may not have been real.
Today I woke up with a steely resolve to destroy them. Having already tried to annihilate them with RAID and various bates, I've now moved into phase two. I began my mission my boiling gallons of a vinegar and water mixture and pouring that over and into every single ant hill I could find within 2 apartment lengths of my door. I then scrubbed down my patio with a bleach and water mixture, washed the outside of the windows and doors with vinegar and traced around the outside of my little home with baby powder (including filling in the outside portions of my window and door tracks). For good measure, I also surrounded my bed with a moat of baby powder, that way at least I'll sleep better tonight. In addition, I put out about 30 ant traps all around my place. All those stray scout ants that have been meandering through my home looking for a food source are going down. I may look insane, but so help me I refuse to have a serious ant problem.
The house is almost to the point where I don't want to die when I think about it. The biggest obstacle for me right now is really the carpet. I think once I've gone over everything a couple of times with a Rug Doctor everything will be okay again. I'm very excited to get it cleaned. I'm going to start pre-treating it Friday I think, and then devote the weekend, in it's entirety, to getting it back to immaculate. (Or at least, as close to immaculate as apartment carpet can get.)
The following weekend I'm going to paint the living room. Once that's done I can work on cleaning out the storage closets and reducing the number of fish tanks I have to clean each week.
After I get the house under control (and am no longer overwhelmed by the soul crushing state of it) I can start hauling in all the fossils from the Trilobite Jam/Great Fossil Adventure of 2012 and actually do, you know, a proper write up of the greatest vacation ever. I also have huge plans for some sort of giant fossil wall piece, but I still don't have all the specifics on that yet. It's more like a very hazy, vaguely amorphous concept of what I might, maybe, like it to look like. But for now at least, that's good enough.
Ugh. That is so all I know in life right now. I am being driven forward by the sheer will to see my house spotless again. I am so full of...life?...energy?...something, but it's all just super focused on the task at hand.
Clean. The. House.
I love you, more than life, Dear Friend, and I miss your face terribly. Clearly you should be here. It's all monsoon-y all of a sudden, and lovely. I'm not sure what the summer evenings are like up there in the land of trees and fog, but they can't possibly be as nice as they are here right now. Just sayin'...
Anyway, I've got to get back to work. So much to clean, so little time. <3
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Pfft. Yesterday.
Yesterday was a funny day. Work was slow and I was in really good spirits. I went home around the usual time and went straight to packing and cleaning.
I accomplished significantly less than I did on Sunday, but I suppose that's because I had less time. Anyway...
The kitchen is more or less done, minus the top shelf of the pantry, the fridge, and the cabinet under the old junk drawer which inexplicably had some sort of powder detergent or something caked to it like an inch thick all the way back? I don't know. I took the shelving out and gave it a good scrub down last night. Today I just need to put the shelves back in there and then fill and label the cabinet. The dishes are 90% done, but since I'm following a soak, hand wash, air dry routine It's been slow going. I have maybe three more cycles of dishes before I'm done.
I took the time to clean up the patio. I got rid of all the junk that was out there and put all the stuff I'm keeping away in their designated places. The furniture is still out there as I haven't quite come to a clear conclusion on what I'm going to do with it. I'm going to do some patio furniture shopping this weekend, hopefully that will help make the decision easier.
I got rid of all the fish related stuff I no longer need, mostly fake plants and decorations and stuff since I've gone more natural now with my planted tanks. I also got rid of the 100 pounds of aquarium gravel that has been sitting around the house in pots and buckets and pillow cases (since I switched over to sand). I organized all the remaining fish stuff that I'm keeping and put it all away so it's not just piled knee deep in a corner out of sight. I feel much better about that.
I brought in the trash can from where it's been sitting outside for going on 3 weeks, waiting to be hosed out. I scrubbed it down and put it back in its place.
At some point around now, I decided that I was starting to smell, so I ran myself a bath. While waiting for the tub to fill I began re-organizing my book shelves and watching FMA. I forgot all about my bath. All about it, that is, until the buzzer on the dryer went off and as I walked back to fold the laundry, realized the hall carpet was wet. *facepalm* The good news is that while the bathroom flooded, only about a foot and a half of carpet got wet. The other blessing that came out of that was that the bathroom floor got really, really clean. So I guess I can't really complain about it.
Overall, I was less focused yesterday than the day before. Possibly because I'm burnt out on cleaning, possibly because nothing will feel clean until the carpets are done, or possibly because there's a mountain of boxes in my living room. It's hard to say which is the true root of my displeasure. At any rate, with the kitchen behind me, at least the worst of it is over.
I'm so sorry your day was so terrible yesterday Dear Friend. That breaks my heart. Do you want to run away together somewhere? You know there's always that other option. You know, if you need to get away from your house for a couple of days. Just saying. I don't know. At any rate, I love you so much. I hope today is better than yesterday, and that tomorrow is better than today. Call when you can. Lots of love.
Song of the Day for Monday is by Regina Spektor.
I accomplished significantly less than I did on Sunday, but I suppose that's because I had less time. Anyway...
The kitchen is more or less done, minus the top shelf of the pantry, the fridge, and the cabinet under the old junk drawer which inexplicably had some sort of powder detergent or something caked to it like an inch thick all the way back? I don't know. I took the shelving out and gave it a good scrub down last night. Today I just need to put the shelves back in there and then fill and label the cabinet. The dishes are 90% done, but since I'm following a soak, hand wash, air dry routine It's been slow going. I have maybe three more cycles of dishes before I'm done.
I took the time to clean up the patio. I got rid of all the junk that was out there and put all the stuff I'm keeping away in their designated places. The furniture is still out there as I haven't quite come to a clear conclusion on what I'm going to do with it. I'm going to do some patio furniture shopping this weekend, hopefully that will help make the decision easier.
I got rid of all the fish related stuff I no longer need, mostly fake plants and decorations and stuff since I've gone more natural now with my planted tanks. I also got rid of the 100 pounds of aquarium gravel that has been sitting around the house in pots and buckets and pillow cases (since I switched over to sand). I organized all the remaining fish stuff that I'm keeping and put it all away so it's not just piled knee deep in a corner out of sight. I feel much better about that.
I brought in the trash can from where it's been sitting outside for going on 3 weeks, waiting to be hosed out. I scrubbed it down and put it back in its place.
At some point around now, I decided that I was starting to smell, so I ran myself a bath. While waiting for the tub to fill I began re-organizing my book shelves and watching FMA. I forgot all about my bath. All about it, that is, until the buzzer on the dryer went off and as I walked back to fold the laundry, realized the hall carpet was wet. *facepalm* The good news is that while the bathroom flooded, only about a foot and a half of carpet got wet. The other blessing that came out of that was that the bathroom floor got really, really clean. So I guess I can't really complain about it.
Overall, I was less focused yesterday than the day before. Possibly because I'm burnt out on cleaning, possibly because nothing will feel clean until the carpets are done, or possibly because there's a mountain of boxes in my living room. It's hard to say which is the true root of my displeasure. At any rate, with the kitchen behind me, at least the worst of it is over.
I'm so sorry your day was so terrible yesterday Dear Friend. That breaks my heart. Do you want to run away together somewhere? You know there's always that other option. You know, if you need to get away from your house for a couple of days. Just saying. I don't know. At any rate, I love you so much. I hope today is better than yesterday, and that tomorrow is better than today. Call when you can. Lots of love.
Song of the Day for Monday is by Regina Spektor.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
You've got a good strong pair of legs....
you should get up and use them.
Ugh. Well, after a brief sabbatical to deal with...life, I'm back, Dear Friend.
Things are at least reasonably well, if hard to articulate.
At any rate, for the next few...days? Weeks? I'm not sure...for the next while this blog will mostly be lists of things I've accomplished. I'm hoping this will keep me focused and remind me that I am accomplishing things, even if it doesn't look like it.
Today I cleaned half of the kitchen. I know it's easy to read that and think, why only half? Well, I only did half because it is a ridiculously big task, apparently. I spent just under 7 hours working on it, and like I said, it's only half way done. I made several...unpleasant discoveries while cleaning it including a cash of 19 (nineteen!) dirty/moldy/wet dishtowels stuffed together under the sink, and the fact that the sink has apparently not only not been draining, but also leaking for some time. I fixed the sink, well, the drainage problem anyway. And I put in a service request to have the leak/mold problem fixed. I scrubbed the walls and the baseboards, as well as the ceiling above the range, cleaned out and reorganized all the cabinets and drawers (minus the pantry), and did about half of the dishes. I also broke down and put away the small tanks that no longer have fish in them that were on the counters.
I cleaned out and re-organized the bathroom cabinets and threw out all the stuff I don't need (old make-up, lotion, mostly empty bottles of toner, ect.). I also unclogged the bathtub so that it drains properly. I have not yet actually cleaned the bathroom, so it still looks like a train wreck, but it's at least an organized kind of wreck. I really need to get the kitchen under control before I start really trying to tackle other rooms in any sort of serious fashion.
I finished the last of the laundry and began washing all of the pillows/bedding and the shower curtain. I also finished re-arranging my closet and the dresser drawers and found a place to put all of my shoes.
I cleaned out two of the fish tanks and checked everybody's water quality. I also made a schedule for feedings and water changes that should hopefully keep everybody happy and healthy.
So not too shabby for a Sunday. Yesterday I got to hang out with an old friend. We had a super fun day chatting and driving around. Then we made ceviche and fish tacos and attempted to get my tattoo. In the end, we waited at the shop for more than an hour without a single employee saying so much as hello to us, and then we just left. I'm taking that as a sign from the universe that I shouldn't stray from my regular guy.
Anywho, that's about all I know. Next weekend I have huge carpet cleaning plans and the weekend after that I plan on painting the living room. I still can't find several things including the inside of the dog's fluffy (which is making me crazy!) but over all I've managed to find most of the stuff on my lists.
I hope things are well with you and that you're hanging in there. I miss you tons. call me on your break this week sometime if you get a chance. I miss your face. Lots.
Ugh. Well, after a brief sabbatical to deal with...life, I'm back, Dear Friend.
Things are at least reasonably well, if hard to articulate.
At any rate, for the next few...days? Weeks? I'm not sure...for the next while this blog will mostly be lists of things I've accomplished. I'm hoping this will keep me focused and remind me that I am accomplishing things, even if it doesn't look like it.
Today I cleaned half of the kitchen. I know it's easy to read that and think, why only half? Well, I only did half because it is a ridiculously big task, apparently. I spent just under 7 hours working on it, and like I said, it's only half way done. I made several...unpleasant discoveries while cleaning it including a cash of 19 (nineteen!) dirty/moldy/wet dishtowels stuffed together under the sink, and the fact that the sink has apparently not only not been draining, but also leaking for some time. I fixed the sink, well, the drainage problem anyway. And I put in a service request to have the leak/mold problem fixed. I scrubbed the walls and the baseboards, as well as the ceiling above the range, cleaned out and reorganized all the cabinets and drawers (minus the pantry), and did about half of the dishes. I also broke down and put away the small tanks that no longer have fish in them that were on the counters.
I cleaned out and re-organized the bathroom cabinets and threw out all the stuff I don't need (old make-up, lotion, mostly empty bottles of toner, ect.). I also unclogged the bathtub so that it drains properly. I have not yet actually cleaned the bathroom, so it still looks like a train wreck, but it's at least an organized kind of wreck. I really need to get the kitchen under control before I start really trying to tackle other rooms in any sort of serious fashion.
I finished the last of the laundry and began washing all of the pillows/bedding and the shower curtain. I also finished re-arranging my closet and the dresser drawers and found a place to put all of my shoes.
I cleaned out two of the fish tanks and checked everybody's water quality. I also made a schedule for feedings and water changes that should hopefully keep everybody happy and healthy.
So not too shabby for a Sunday. Yesterday I got to hang out with an old friend. We had a super fun day chatting and driving around. Then we made ceviche and fish tacos and attempted to get my tattoo. In the end, we waited at the shop for more than an hour without a single employee saying so much as hello to us, and then we just left. I'm taking that as a sign from the universe that I shouldn't stray from my regular guy.
Anywho, that's about all I know. Next weekend I have huge carpet cleaning plans and the weekend after that I plan on painting the living room. I still can't find several things including the inside of the dog's fluffy (which is making me crazy!) but over all I've managed to find most of the stuff on my lists.
I hope things are well with you and that you're hanging in there. I miss you tons. call me on your break this week sometime if you get a chance. I miss your face. Lots.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Updates from the road.
These next few days, the updates will be mostly in the form of pictures. I'll try and go back and flesh things out for you once we've made it home safely. I love you tons!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
If you fall
Well Dear Friend, there's very little to report from the home front. We're mostly just wasting away the days way, counting down the minutes until we get to head out on our fossil adventure. At this point we really just have to get through tomorrow, but it feels like forever between now and then. We're stuck in the doldrums here between vacation time and now and quite frankly, it blows. XD
In other news, I'm addicted to the show Girls which you really, really need to watch. I cannot impress upon you how vital it is that you watch this as it is some sort of awkward amalgamation of you and I. Ridiculous and amazing. In ways I fail to be able to describe.
The MIL and family are coming to town, just days after we get home. I am anxious and irritated, and frankly down right mad for reasons that are both valid and yet totally inconsequential. I'm not sure how I'm going to cope with it, or how well it's going to go over, but the saving grace seems to be that they'll only be here during the work week which limits the amount of energy I'll have to expend being cordial. I am excited about the littlest of Gooses brothers staying with us however, and I do really enjoy his company and I know that that at least, will make Goose happy.
Also, the house is full of ants. No matter how much I spray I am still finding the evil little bastards everywhere. I can't figure out why. The house is spotless, yet the ants are still everywhere. I know at first they were attracted to the fish food, but that problem has been solved and it's now kept where ants cant get to it. So I'm at a loss. Today I coated the outside of the house with an inconceivable amount of Raid and I'm just praying that solves the problem.
I hope things are well with you. I miss you dearly, and I promise to find you something amazing while I'm out adventuring. Lots of love.
Song of the day is Azure Ray:
Let's talk and we'll fill the air with imagery that lasts forever
So this is love that's a lovely thought
You have to care for it to keep it together
If you fall will you get up
You're stuck in a dream will you wake up
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if it's cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
Lets just sing and we'll fill the air with melodies that blend together
You speak so sweet with words so delicate
A glass i hope will never shatter
If you fall will you get up
You're stuck in a dream will you wake up
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if it's cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
In other news, I'm addicted to the show Girls which you really, really need to watch. I cannot impress upon you how vital it is that you watch this as it is some sort of awkward amalgamation of you and I. Ridiculous and amazing. In ways I fail to be able to describe.
The MIL and family are coming to town, just days after we get home. I am anxious and irritated, and frankly down right mad for reasons that are both valid and yet totally inconsequential. I'm not sure how I'm going to cope with it, or how well it's going to go over, but the saving grace seems to be that they'll only be here during the work week which limits the amount of energy I'll have to expend being cordial. I am excited about the littlest of Gooses brothers staying with us however, and I do really enjoy his company and I know that that at least, will make Goose happy.
Also, the house is full of ants. No matter how much I spray I am still finding the evil little bastards everywhere. I can't figure out why. The house is spotless, yet the ants are still everywhere. I know at first they were attracted to the fish food, but that problem has been solved and it's now kept where ants cant get to it. So I'm at a loss. Today I coated the outside of the house with an inconceivable amount of Raid and I'm just praying that solves the problem.
I hope things are well with you. I miss you dearly, and I promise to find you something amazing while I'm out adventuring. Lots of love.
Song of the day is Azure Ray:
Let's talk and we'll fill the air with imagery that lasts forever
So this is love that's a lovely thought
You have to care for it to keep it together
If you fall will you get up
You're stuck in a dream will you wake up
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if it's cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
Lets just sing and we'll fill the air with melodies that blend together
You speak so sweet with words so delicate
A glass i hope will never shatter
If you fall will you get up
You're stuck in a dream will you wake up
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if it's cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
Song of the Day for Yesterday!
Everyone seems so certain
Everyone knows who they are
Everyone's got a mother and a father
They all seem so sure they're going far
They all got more friends than they can use
Except me 'cause I'm a fool
I'm as simple as a bee
As a melody in C
But it don't matter
There are more wishes than stars
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Time
I have a hard time with time. Really hard. Both in determining how much time has past since I began a task and in never having enough time to prepare for anything. Particularly when trying to prepare for social things. I also have a really, really hard time dealing with people being late.
If we plan to go somewhere and I say we need to leave at noon, I usually start panicking around 10:30am. Are you awake? Have you eaten? Will you be ready in time? By 11, I've usually sent out at least one 'checking in' text message, and if I didn't get a response, you can bet your bungalow I've called at least once. I begin nervous pacing around 11:30 and if you're not here by fifteen minutes past the scheduled leave-by time you can bet I'm close to tears.
It's always been this way. I may not tell you so, and I sure as hell won't let you know anything was amiss if and when you do show up, but it makes me crazy. Panic attack, the world is ending crazy.
Now, I am never, ever on time. It rarely happens. But I know this about me. I know leaving my house to go somewhere with other people, is difficult. It takes me a lot of time to be able to prepare myself for all of the possible eventualities and to be ready enough to leave the house. This is why I never commit to being anywhere at any particular time. I say, oh, I'll be sure to come, but I'm not sure when. Or, something like, 'I'll try to leave my house around 7ish'.
If I do agree to a concrete time, you can bet I'll be early. Really early. Possibly circling the neighborhood for an hour and a half, downing Starbucks, hoping you don't notice I've been pacing around for hours, kind of early.
It's just the way I work. I have a hard time with things. Time is one of them. People is another. When you combine the two, chaos ensues.
But beyond all of that, unless your name is Dear Friend M. Lucy B. you are absolutely NOT ever allowed to tell me that you are coming to visit last minute. (Last minute, being defined as anything less than a full months notice.)
And you most certainly are not allowed to call to say you'll be here in two-ish weeks (and only 4 days after I get back from my vacation!), you'll only be here during the work week, and oh, by the way is it okay if your kids stay here? And then expect me to be flexible and diplomatic about it.
RUDE.
I don't care who you are, or who you're related to, how grown up your kids are, or how much you think I should love you. I can assure you I don't care, and I most certainly don't love you that much.
But hey, thanks for the nervous breakdown. It's cool. Really.
*facepalm*
If we plan to go somewhere and I say we need to leave at noon, I usually start panicking around 10:30am. Are you awake? Have you eaten? Will you be ready in time? By 11, I've usually sent out at least one 'checking in' text message, and if I didn't get a response, you can bet your bungalow I've called at least once. I begin nervous pacing around 11:30 and if you're not here by fifteen minutes past the scheduled leave-by time you can bet I'm close to tears.
It's always been this way. I may not tell you so, and I sure as hell won't let you know anything was amiss if and when you do show up, but it makes me crazy. Panic attack, the world is ending crazy.
Now, I am never, ever on time. It rarely happens. But I know this about me. I know leaving my house to go somewhere with other people, is difficult. It takes me a lot of time to be able to prepare myself for all of the possible eventualities and to be ready enough to leave the house. This is why I never commit to being anywhere at any particular time. I say, oh, I'll be sure to come, but I'm not sure when. Or, something like, 'I'll try to leave my house around 7ish'.
If I do agree to a concrete time, you can bet I'll be early. Really early. Possibly circling the neighborhood for an hour and a half, downing Starbucks, hoping you don't notice I've been pacing around for hours, kind of early.
It's just the way I work. I have a hard time with things. Time is one of them. People is another. When you combine the two, chaos ensues.
But beyond all of that, unless your name is Dear Friend M. Lucy B. you are absolutely NOT ever allowed to tell me that you are coming to visit last minute. (Last minute, being defined as anything less than a full months notice.)
And you most certainly are not allowed to call to say you'll be here in two-ish weeks (and only 4 days after I get back from my vacation!), you'll only be here during the work week, and oh, by the way is it okay if your kids stay here? And then expect me to be flexible and diplomatic about it.
RUDE.
I don't care who you are, or who you're related to, how grown up your kids are, or how much you think I should love you. I can assure you I don't care, and I most certainly don't love you that much.
But hey, thanks for the nervous breakdown. It's cool. Really.
*facepalm*
Friday, June 8, 2012
Gooses song of the day!
This song has been stuck in my head all day!!! Miss you like crazy friend.. If you come home now I'll make you fried pickles! You know you want em'! COME HOME NOW! :D
Love and stuff,
Goose.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Voicemail? What's that?
Dear Friend! I just got your voicemail...like, I don't know, a week late. I'm so sorry! The phone is the devil you know, and as such, I try to avoid it most of the time. But I am so sorry I missed your call! I can't believe that a homeless man licked your face! SICK IDIOT! Ugh, but I digress...
Anyway, you should call me again, you know, the next time you have a break. And we should chat about the state of things, here in the desert and there in the trees. That would make me happy.
I miss you terribly. I'm struggling with the onset of summer and all this free time I have that clearly, should be being spent with you. I dislike the entire situation, and I'm going to have to demand that you come home at once. Goose is currently nodding in agreement.
Here's a picture for you, from dress up time in the desert land. I think maybe, I'd watched a bit too much Repo! before getting started. There's also some Dia de los Muertos in there too I think (but you can't really see my flower wreath in this photo). Who knows. I had a fun time, and really that's all that matters.
P.S. Goose was supposed to post song of the day yesterday and failed. FAILED! Please be sure and rub that in. I miss you terribly dear friend. Hope all is well. Lots of love.
Anyway, you should call me again, you know, the next time you have a break. And we should chat about the state of things, here in the desert and there in the trees. That would make me happy.
I miss you terribly. I'm struggling with the onset of summer and all this free time I have that clearly, should be being spent with you. I dislike the entire situation, and I'm going to have to demand that you come home at once. Goose is currently nodding in agreement.
Here's a picture for you, from dress up time in the desert land. I think maybe, I'd watched a bit too much Repo! before getting started. There's also some Dia de los Muertos in there too I think (but you can't really see my flower wreath in this photo). Who knows. I had a fun time, and really that's all that matters.
P.S. Goose was supposed to post song of the day yesterday and failed. FAILED! Please be sure and rub that in. I miss you terribly dear friend. Hope all is well. Lots of love.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Poker night
Well tonight Goose is out playing poker with the guys and I've been left to my own devices...on a few conditions. First, that I won't try to clean anything lest I get carried away trying to re-organize everything, and two that I don't demolish the nice clean house.
This leaves me with limited options. I've been coping by watching the musicals Goose hates (Oklahoma, South Pacific), and playing dress up. It's been fun times. (But I have made a bit of a mess...)
In that spirit, song of the day is my all time favorite song from a musical:
We get packages from home,
We get movies, we get shows,
We get speeches from our skipper
And advice from Tokyo Rose,
We get letters doused with perfume
We get dizzy from the smell!
What don't we get?
You know darn well!
Well Dear Friend, we miss you terribly. I promise to write you letters from the trenches as we're crawling across Utah, and to collect shiny things for you. I wish you were here, and that I could take you with us on this upcoming adventure, but for now I guess, this open letter is going to have to do. Love you lots.
This leaves me with limited options. I've been coping by watching the musicals Goose hates (Oklahoma, South Pacific), and playing dress up. It's been fun times. (But I have made a bit of a mess...)
In that spirit, song of the day is my all time favorite song from a musical:
We get packages from home,
We get movies, we get shows,
We get speeches from our skipper
And advice from Tokyo Rose,
We get letters doused with perfume
We get dizzy from the smell!
What don't we get?
You know darn well!
Well Dear Friend, we miss you terribly. I promise to write you letters from the trenches as we're crawling across Utah, and to collect shiny things for you. I wish you were here, and that I could take you with us on this upcoming adventure, but for now I guess, this open letter is going to have to do. Love you lots.
Song of the Day for Yesterday
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms...
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Restless.
Oh Dear Friend, I'm incredibly restless and nothing I do seems to appease me. We went out to Joe's for lunch and then stopped in at Goodwill and the Bass Pro Shop to pick up some things for the trip. We were looking for a magnesium bar or a strike stick or something similar, but failed to find anything there. We're going to check out REI later, I think. We did get some tackle boxes for holding small fossils, put together a first aid kit, and picked up some flashlights. We also got some night crawlers to feed to our fish.
That's pretty much all that I know.
We're going to read some more How We Are Hungry and wait for the time to pass.
Hope you're well, lots of love from us to you.
That's pretty much all that I know.
We're going to read some more How We Are Hungry and wait for the time to pass.
Hope you're well, lots of love from us to you.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Song of the Day for Yesterday
O+S makes me happy. It's they guy from Remy Zero + half of Azure Ray, which is a blissful combo if you ask me.
It's not a new life
It's the same old one...
It's not a new life
It's the same old one...
What we lose in the fire
we gain in the flood.
I love this song. Really, really love it.
This week somehow both dragged on forever and flew by. Time seemed to pass at an impossibly slow rate. The second had made it's way around the clock face like it was covered in molasses. And yet, before I knew what hit me it was Friday night and the week was done.
I have nothing particularly interesting to say about it.
I'm a bit grouchy. And restless. And I sort of hate all things. But this is just what I like to call the pre-vacation blues. It's this intolerable bit of time between when I realize it's almost time to get the heck out of here, and the moment when I'm actually able to leave. In this case, it's about a week and a half of irritable, anxious, damn near intolerable me.
But never mind that. You'll love me anyway. Right? :P
I miss you terribly dear friend. Terribly indeed.
I love this song. Really, really love it.
This week somehow both dragged on forever and flew by. Time seemed to pass at an impossibly slow rate. The second had made it's way around the clock face like it was covered in molasses. And yet, before I knew what hit me it was Friday night and the week was done.
I have nothing particularly interesting to say about it.
I'm a bit grouchy. And restless. And I sort of hate all things. But this is just what I like to call the pre-vacation blues. It's this intolerable bit of time between when I realize it's almost time to get the heck out of here, and the moment when I'm actually able to leave. In this case, it's about a week and a half of irritable, anxious, damn near intolerable me.
But never mind that. You'll love me anyway. Right? :P
I miss you terribly dear friend. Terribly indeed.
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