bing is potentially interested in curry

Hidy ho!

I’m back and there’s plenty going on–cleaning, packing, getting rid of stuff, sneezing, lurking the Lowe’s website almost constantly, all in preparation of moving into Our First Own House.  That’s right, we’re headed southside,  45th street, and I am excited and still not quite sure it’s true. It will be officially true on  October 12 when we close.  Yee hah! My  goal is to rid myself of at least half of what I own, thrifting most of it and responsibly disposing of whatever is not thriftable (I took the dead tv and boom box to Best Buy to be recycled). I am pretty certain that this will make me a happier better person. Or at least a person with a lot less stuff.

Isabel and Steve don’t seem to grasp yet that we have gotten them the back yard that we’ve always dreamed of for them, I guess they’ll catch on once they’re digging it up. Also, there is the fireplace, my personal dream feature. That has nothing to do with the dogs.  I’m sure Steve will be terrified of it but I refuse to let go of my vision of the two of us stretched out in front of the fire on a bearskin rug. Or perhaps a squirrel skin rug. I’ll sedate him if need be, in order to realise my dream.  It’s okay, he loves me.

I am now putting aside bike maintenance after I discovered a few minutes ago that SRAM X7 shifters don’t play well with a 7.0 rear derailleur. So instead of  E and I going for a trail ride when she gets home from work, we’re gonna take the dogs to the park for a run.

Incidentally, there was a hideous couch cushion obstructing the far right lane of 64 E just prior to the 183 exit earlier when I was out. Just so you know. It was ugggleee.

Cheers, leemur

is and steve wishing they had a backyard

isabel and steve

outside asheville nc

dogs and cats living together, wrath of God type stuff

First post on new WordPress site. Feels fine. It’s pouring outside as we get the wet part of Hanna. I’m propped up in bed with both beagles and both cats. Everyone’s napping except for Bing cat who is steadily eyeing my cereal bowl on the side table. He’s totally driven, full of unbending willfulness. He would eat the cereal out of my mouth if he could. Then again, so would the dogs.

Been making my mental to-do list for the day and since it’s supposed to be rainy most of the list involves housecleaning. Since E is in Oklahoma I’ll have less distractions, which really means I won’t be popping into her study repeatedly to ask stupid questions or tell her a silly pointless story or just to say hi. Just me and the kids following me from room to room. I will probably post some vacation pictures later and perhaps an amusing anecdote or two. Which reminds me…I love the word anecdotal, mostly I love saying it. I need to create more instances where I can use it in conversation. I’ll add that to my to-do list.

Anatomically correct tomato

On the Way to Tangier Island Memorial Day weekend

Tangier Island, Memorial Day weekend

Tangier Island, Memorial Day weekend 2

one thing that happened on sunday

Is it possible that I have Christ-like powers? Probably not, but for a brief period on Sunday, it seemed as though I might. What happened was this : I had taken Steve out for a walk and as we were nearing the house on our way back, he paused to smell something and I looked at the ground at my feet and something caught my eye (and dragged it 15 feet. i used to love that line. i guess i still do) and I bent down to get a better look. It was some sort of beetle and it was interesting because it looked as though it was made of wood…sort of Danish Modern beetle. I picked up a twig and prodded it and nothing happened. I turned it over with aforementioned twig to see that it’s arms and legs were folded up–dead. Dead Danish Modern beetle. So of course I picked it up and brought it home with me with the idea of photographing it and possibly making a shrine to Hans Wegner. I brought it into the study to my desk and sat it on the base of my flat screen monitor where I often put small tcotchkes. I went about my business for a while and then came back to the computer to read the Times online. Bing Crosby cat hopped up on the desk to keep me company and was immediately certain that it belonged to him. He smelled it thoroughly and then batted it with his paw. I asked him to move along and returned DM beetle to its former position. I returned to reading the “paper” and became aware at some point that something fell off the pedestal but I didn’t pay any attention as I was engrossed in an article about how it’s apparently NOT blasphemy to serve red wine chilled, though one should choose the red wisely, as you might imagine. Shaking me out of this flurry of thoughts about new and fun ways to enjoy alcohol was the sound of flipping and scratching and flapping. I looked down to see this Danish Modern beetle was actually a Lazarus Beetle, come back to life, his legs pumping and flailing in the air. I scooted my chair away from the desk rapidly, startled and amazed. I ran into the kitchen and got an 8 ounce plastic container that I moved him into with the help of a subscription card from Bike magazine. I grabbed my camera and took him out onto the side porch, excited and a little bit scared. At that point he had begun flapping about and trying to fly so it was hard to get a good photograph because every time it popped and flapped up and down it would startle me and I would let out a girly scream like Nathan Lane in “Birdcage.” So in the end I got crappy photos of my Danish Modern beetle but he lived to be elegant for another day as I sat him free.