Nature Loving Hippy
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It Was SOOOOO Long
What a wonderful weekend. The husband decided that we should take a nice long hike on Saturday, because the weather was beautiful and we haven’t gone hiking in a while. The plan was for said hike to be a "leisurely" 10 miles, and we sort of guessed on the map where we should plan to begin and end to make it 10 miles. We parked a car at one end, then drove another car to, what we figured, was 10 miles or so down the trail. A few guideposts down the trail, we discovered that it was more like 15. Well, 16, to be exact. We could have turned…
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Listen to this . . .
. . . so my manly musclebound man manhandled the massive new all-in-one washer dryer into the house, without a handtruck, singlehandedly. I was there, wearing gloves, close toed shoes and a sports bra, ostensibly to help but, for practical wimpy reasons, mostly just watching and getting mosquito bites. He did it all alone. Didn’t even yelp, curse, or glare when I crushed his fingers during one of my foiled attempts to assist. Awesome. . . . so we had a shower this weekend. Our friends Debbie and Bo threw it for us, in the neatest Chinese restaurant, and the food and company were incomparable. We also got some…
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Hail Sucks
While the Professor and I spent the afternoon registering, blissfully scanning cookware, spatulas, and a panini maker at Williams Sonoma, it was hailing and storming at our house. My sister called us up to tell us not to hurry home, because of the storm. I planted a garden a couple of weeks ago. Every day I get home and water it, and here lately my after-work mood has been determined by how healthy and strong my plants are looking. The beans were up to my knee, the corn to my shins, and the peas were just starting to latch onto the latticework I put up for them. We would have been…
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Cake or Death?
This morning when my coworker walked the mail to the mailbox, she found a beautiful female deer dying in our grass. It must have been hit by a car on the nearby highway – there was no visible blood or wound, but she was thrashing and trying to get up. My instinct was to stroke her head and whisper soothing words while I waited for animal control to come and shoot her – I knew they would, who’s going to rehabilitate a deer? But of course she would probably kill me if I got to close, or at the very least thrash more wildly and cause more pain, so instead I walked away so…
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Take Me Out Back
. . . and shoot me. Is this week over yet?? In two days I have trained a new employee, handled an employee’s fender bender (in a company car, sooo much paperwork), did all my coworker’s sales orders and mine, helped an employee with her taxes, drove a stranger to the dentist (his car broke down and I saw it), went to the doctor, volunteered at an environmental center, and rehearsed every night so far. Now I gotta change the cat litter and dress my cat scratch wounds (she is a tiny, cute, pooping cactus), change for rehearsal, collect my linen napkins from the various corners of the house where my cat so thoughtfully…