More photos from this past winter.
Love,
black sheeped
Wet
April 27, 2009 — swampdiamondsLast night, while we were getting ready for bed, after trying to coax the dogs to pee during a thunderstorm for the millionth time, we realized there was a leak leaking onto our bed. (New roof last summer.) Our bedroom is tiny, so we couldn’t reposition the bed without the drip still hitting it, so we dragged the mattress out to the living room.
(Monk was gleeful, because he is scared of thunder, and FINALLY, we were going to SLEEP ON THE FLOOR WITH HIM WHILE IT RAINED.) We didn’t sleep much, because we could hear the sump pump emptying water out into the front yard. I don’t know exactly what Jut was thinking, but I was hoping the sump pump would keep working. I kept thinking I heard dripping water in the living room, or in the bathroom. I kept thinking about how I’ve been trying to empty the basement of belongings to protect them (either upstairs, or to a storage unit), and how now water from above, and not just seeping up from below, was threatening our BED.
We got up, we took out the dogs, we looked at the spongy part of the bedroom ceiling. I fed the cats, I saw water creeping across the laundry room floor, into the utility room, around the cat bowls.
I have to go put on a dress now, and I feel all itchy and Jut has an awfully long day ahead of him, and the dogs are worried, and the cats?
The cats are wondering why we don’t feed them a second breakfast already. They are WASTING AWAY.
Love,
black sheeped
Nonsense
April 24, 2009 — swampdiamondsWhen was the last time I did Friday questions? Sixty billion years ago? Let’s remedy that! Here are the things I have been wondering: What direction do you prefer to face in the shower? Which direction feels “correct?” Assuming you live with other people, and assuming you eat dinner with them on a regular basis, what do you eat for dinner when you have an evening alone? Do you bother to peel the strings off of bananas before you eat them?
My “correct” direction in the shower is facing the water. I prefer to stand with the water hitting at chest level. Obviously I turn around, but I feel sort of relieved when I am finished with my hair or whatever, and I can face the water again. (Side note: my hair is officially long enough again to SHUT IN THE CAR DOOR.)
Jut’s been teaching night classes this semester, and I am left to my own devices two evenings a week. When he’s not home, I eat Ridiculous Meals that probably Should Not Count As Meals, or at least Not As Dinner. One night I had a plate of cheese and crackers and some peanuts. One night I had popcorn and…some peanuts. Sometimes I’ll make some rice and black eyed peas, and mix them all up together in a bowl and eat them plain. But my favorite home-alone-after-a-really-long-work-day-dinner is comprised of a) a big bowl of cereal, preferably Special K with berries or Honey Nut Cheerios and b) wheat toast. It’s very tricky to time it so that the cereal remains crunchy and the toast crispy/hot. VERY.
I was shocked to see a coworker carefully peeling strings off of a banana over the trash can. And then taking a knife and shaving off the top layer of the banana, to make sure she got it all. My method of banana eating is: peel, eat. If there’s a dangling stringy thing falling off, I might pull it off, but I rarely even notice them.
Bonus question:
If you made homemade dog biscuits, and the ingredients were whole wheat flour, beef broth, an egg, and a jar of meat baby food, would you eat one to test it? My gut instinct is: NO, it is a DOG TREAT. Even though it is made of people food, I can not handle the thought of even tasting one. My husband thinks I am ridiculous, and he tasted one (while I shrieked in horror), and told me it tasted like chicken. SICK. I don’t know if it’s because they’re for the dogs, or if it’s because I am extremely disgusted by baby food in jars (the smell! the sound of the spoon clinking on the tiny glass jar!) (I am insane), but I even washed my hands after I put them in the dog treat canister.
Love,
black sheeped
