The dropping down to two posts a month thing has reminded me of the mental lethargy that I allow when I no longer feel responsible for creating literary entertainment. At risk of only giving you pithy updates twice each month, I'm struggling to fill the storytelling void. Is that because nothing story-worthy has happened? Of course not! Everyday has a story in it somewhere. Living with EisenEars guarantees a certain kind of domestic adventure each day.
On one finger I'm deep in a depressing look at human rights for school, and it's smothering out my hope for positive change. People are so terrible to each other and I just don't understand the motives they give for their terrible decisions. Money and power don't seem like they have a great ROI. Not compared to the wonderful freedom of anonymity and concocting a supper with the strange and expired things you find in the back of your pantry. Rich people never get to experience that kind of domestic adventure. What do they even laugh about? I'd never hurt people to make money. I'm certain of it.
On another finger, I'm just so delighted by Springtime and all the pretty weeds that are blooming in our yard. There are fruits and flowers and seabirds, and my two little cat friends are a whole new kind of pet experience. Equally thrilling, I nursed a little bee back to health and sent him on his way. (That makes it sound like I labored for days with tiny instruments, but really I just fed an exhausted bee some sugar water and protected it while it recovered.) The joy I felt when it could fly again could possibly be described as unreasonable. Brett and I have had a few failed kayaking trips - the dogs aren't used to it yet / the current is strong / we beached ourselves - but we have high hopes for an aqua summer.
A middle finger shows my whole "needing a job" thing to help pay for my existence. Bleh!
On my ring finger, we've got some trips coming up that are equal parts fun and educational. I'm especially excited to get to visit Farm Sanctuary in June. This is THE sanctuary that started the movement and holy smokes I can't wait to meet the residents! (The rescued animals.) I'm headed up to Acadia National Park for school, which has been described to me as an adult summer camp. They said people show up well-dressed with shoes on and by day three everyone is barefoot and traipsing around in their jammies. What kind of establishment is this, you ask? The kind that sticks it to The Man!
My pinky, and the final finger we'll discuss tonight is all the home/family goodies. We had a dramatic week of surgeries, interstate travel, important hosting gigs, and deadlines, and I'm glad to report that everyone made it out alive. Brett and I are looking forward to some weekend that is surely coming anytime now, where we can wake up and THEN decide what we'll do with our day. EisenEars may as well have three full-time jobs and I'm either trailing behind him cleaning up or forging ahead to make sure we have what we need for the day. We're exhausted! It has admittedly resulted in a lot more tv time than we'd really care to partake in, especially when it's so nice outside.
This week we're putting sod in our disaster of a front yard and we know the whole neighborhood will be thrilled. We regularly get comments from passersby about how relived they are that the yard is being cleaned up. Even when we ripped everything out and got the yard down to just dirt, people would walk by and say, "It looks so good!" It's surely an improvement from not being able to see the house, but you know its bad when people are excited about dirt.
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