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Seven Quick Takes, Love and Books Edition

1. CW and I just celebrated our one year anniversary last weekend — or, more correctly, the one year anniversary of our second first date. Our first first date was over three years ago. Back then, things didn’t work out quite perfectly, but this time we’ve got it right. I always think we are like Harry and Sally, in some ways. We opted to stay in and cook together, which is something we both really enjoy doing, and the night was completely lovely. Also, if you will pardon the tooting of my own horn, I make a pretty damned fine romantic mixtape.

Anniversary Flowers (an early surprise)

2. I got some pretty flowers. They’ve now been in my house for over a week and they’re still looking great. Flowers! For years I tended to date the kind of men who thought giving women flowers was silly, overrated, or otherwise somehow unnecessary. Before CW, the last guy I was dating who gave me flowers was my highschool boyfriend, circa 1995. Flowers, welcome back into my life.

3. I have been really enjoying using my new fitbit, but it has not magically led to me losing the extra 5-10 lbs I’ve been carrying around. Go figure. I immediately dropped about 3 lbs the first week, then another two, then gained two back, and have been sitting steady at the same number for weeks. I am working out 5-6 days a week and counting my calories, but my body is not being very cooperative. Why is losing 5-10 lbs harder than losing 100, sometimes? HMPF. Well. I’ll figure it out.

4. My summer class is starting soon (the 24th), and I will be reporting for duty, slightly-too-tight pants and all. I’ve been diligently doing all the reading, but I still have to do some of the thinking and course design/planning before day one. I guess I’ll be spending some time at the office next week. I’m giving myself until Monday, but after that, I suppose vacation is… over. Hold me.

5. I had grand plans to pack up all of the household things I won’t immediately need before classes started, but now it looks like that won’t necessarily happen. We move into the new place sometime around July 15th (depending on how long it takes the property managers to do all the carpet cleaning, paint touch-ups, and so on), and I haven’t packed a thing yet. I did manage to unearth a dozen or so broken-down boxes from my last move, helpfully stowed away in my spider-infested storage shed, so I’ve got that going for me. Maybe this weekend I can pack up the books and winter clothes. We’ll see, Internet.

6. So. Who else has read J.K. Rowling’s grown-up book, The Casual Vacancy? I am working my way through it right now, about 2/3 through, and so far I’ve only heard from people who hated and/or abandoned it. It’s not exactly gripping, I’ll say. But I think the plot might be picking up a bit. I’ll be back with a full reading report soon — hopefully before classes start and my available leisure reading time plummets into nothingness.

7. Finally, because Sunday is Bloomsday:

O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Icebreaker

Greetings, friends. It’s been a while since I have posted anything here, and there’s absolutely no good reason. It’s just that I’m stuck in one of those loops where I have plenty to say, but I keep feeling as if I have to write a Real Post, or a Good Post, or a Post into Which I Have Put at Least Some Noticeable Effort. And yet I do not feel like really crafting anything most days.

Since school has been out, I have been doing as follows: wake up, get up if I feel like it or don’t if I don’t; eventually go for a run/walk/bike ride or do some other form of exercise; sit on the couch watching TV while I wait to stop sweating; eat, read or watch TV or nap; shower at some point; have a happy hour drink or two while reading on the patio; have dinner and hang out with CW for the evening. It’s a rough life, but someone’s got to live it.

Before anyone gets all stroppy about teachers having summers off and bilking the taxpayer, please note that our paychecks also take the summer off. Furthermore, I will have you know that the reading I’m doing is in preparation for my late-summer class, so technically I am in fact working.

I seem to be a little defensive about all this free time.

Anyway. I thought I’d post a little something here to break the silence and to natter on a bit, and then maybe later this week I’ll come up with a Real Post as above described. Or I won’t. We’ll see. I do have things to talk about, though! For example, I was going to go into great detail confessing all my Secret Single Behaviors I have developed over the past 13 years of living alone — you know, all the things I’ll have to curtail when I start cohabitating with my soon-to-be roomie. I also plan to tell you all about the fun books I’ve been reading, of which there are many!

Today's patio reading selection. This is quickly becoming my favorite part of the day.

I am currently reading In the Woods by Tana French, for example, and I have been sucked right in. I’ve been told the ending may piss me off (please don’t comment on that here until I’ve finished the book, thanks!), but I’m not too worried. Books with endings that tend to piss people off are often (but not always) my cup of tea. See Gone, Girl for further evidence.

Patio herb garden is set up, finally! (Also pictured: one curious dachshund.)

My patio herb garden is looking really good so far — fingers crossed! I don’t seem to be gifted with a green thumb, so I’m really just hoping for the best. I’ve got basil, Rosemary, cilantro, sweet mint, and yellow-pear cherry tomatoes that are just starting to flower. Hang in there and keep growing, little guys!

Shades

Oh, also, today I made a pretty great find during my bike commute: a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses lying in the bike lane, miraculously intact and not noticeably scratched! They have a translucent, Piet Mondrian-inspired frame, which is not what I would choose if I were to spend money on something like sunglasses (which would be entirely unheard of — my price ceiling for that sort of thing is usually about $15), but I think they’re pretty cool. There’s no real way to try to return them to their owners, so I guess I’m keeping them. Lucky me?

More sunbeam lounging

I also have this happening in my house right this very moment. That’s right: three adorable puppies hanging out in a sunbeam. Don’t be jealous now; it doesn’t suit you.

Monday -/+

I will confess that I am feeling a little blue lately and in fact am finding it all too easy to snap at people, be generally rude, and spend the entire day sulking in bed and/or having Imagination Arguments with any and everyone. (Please tell me you do that, too, sometimes?) It’s not pleasant. There’s nothing specific going on to bother me or cause me to feel bad. Mainly I have just been having more pronounced hormonal ups and downs lately (nothing’s wrong, just adjusting to a med change) and this week is in fact A Very Special Time for Ladies, so it seems even worse at the moment.

I’ve been coping by: consuming alcohol, lying in bed all day reading, going on walks, runs, or bike rides in the sunshine every day, and trying to eat well. I’m not sure alcohol is traditionally recommended in such situations, but let’s pretend that it is. Hush.

As a further coping mechanism, I am going to steal an idea I originally got from Chrissy: plusses and minuses. I am going to create here two lists. One will be a therapeutically purging list of some little things that are annoying me or stressing me out (just the bloggable ones) and the other will be a list of things that are good, positive, happy, exciting, or just generally pleasant in my life:

First, please bear with me through THE MINUSES:

- I’m not working again until July and therefore am not getting paid again until July. No matter how carefully I plan ahead for summers and how much I save, this will never not be stressful. No, there is not an option to have our salaries paid out over 12 months.

- I have some kind of dark sun/aging spot appearing on my forehead where I part my hair and it’s making me feel old and/or like I have skin cancer and am probably dying. Right in the middle of this spot? A huge zit.

- My BF is super busy with work at the moment (and I am not) so I miss him, but I don’t want to act all needy about it.

- Physically, I feel kind of slow, awkward, chubby, and sluggish lately. I’m about 5-8 lbs over my usually happy weight, which is not enough to make a difference, really, so it seems more mental than anything else. See also: Special Ladies’ Time.

- I generally want to have my patio doors open at this time of year. but my dog thinks it’s his job to bark at every passing car, bike, dog, squirrel, or lawnmower unless I keep them closed.

- [Redacted]

Okay, let’s cancel those out with THE PLUSSES:

+ I am not working again until July, which means my days are my own right now. Of course, I’ll still be working (unofficially/unpaid) to prep for my summer class, but it’s a detective fiction class, so this means I get to read fun books. I also get to sleep in as late as I want, work out whenever I like, and not wear pants if I don’t want to.

Going in to the office during summer break isn't so bad when you have a stack of library books awaiting you..Just a few books for my summer class!

+ I’ve been on a leisure reading kick lately and have been devouring new novels. This has also even fed into the class I’m planning a bit — I got obsessed with Gillian Flynn after reading Gone, Girl, read both her other novels, and then decided to put Sharp Objects on the syllabus for this summer. I’ll do a reading round-up post soon with details on the other things I’ve been reading and enjoying.

Scene from today's walk.

+ I have acquired a fitbit (fitness tracker/pedometer thing), which has been helping me see how active (or inactive) I am on a day-by-day basis, and is encouraging me to be more active, take more walks, and so on. The photo above is one of my favorite places to pass by in my neighborhood — who can argue with this scenery? The fitbit is also helping me more accurately match up my nutrition needs to my actual intake. And it’s fun. (If you’re on fitbit and want to be my friend, leave me your email address!)

+ I have been biking to campus every now and then and am loving it! Almost ten miles round trip and it feels great. My new bike is just fun to ride — so much more comfortable than my old one, and it feels faster, too.

Yayyyy @brunbec123 and @deebeecooper

+ I spent some good times with friends this weekend. My friend D. was visiting from out of town, and I also co-hosted a baby shower for my friend S (due very soon) with a couple of other friends. The above picture is me, D., and B. out having dinner and drinks.

Magic Hat Pistil

+ I’m sitting on the patio right now, soaking up some sun and fresh air, and drinking a Magic Hat Pistil.

Mission:PT Day 8

+ I’ve joined in the fashion challenge Mission: Put Together (run by RA) and have been posting my outfits to the flickr pool every day. Above is one of my recent favorites. It’s fun, and the other ladies are champs at leaving nice, supportive, encouraging comments. This might be one of the only things actually keeping me from working from home in my underpants every day since finals were over.

+ In two months, CW and I will be moving in together. We’ve rented a nice house in a cute neighborhood and I am thrilled about it. I only wish it were happening right NOW! Although this will mean the necessary quelling of my Secret Single Behaviors (such as leaving all the cabinets open, leaving all the lights on constantly, and setting the thermostat at a blamy 76°) the benefits are, of course, huge. Oh, I can’t WAIT!

Okay, I think I feel better now. Have any plusses or minuses of your own to share? Feel free to add them here.

Spring, Music, Different Kinds of Frogs

My very favorite local event was a couple of weeks ago, and it seems I’m only now getting around to mentioning it. Well, better late than never!

Play Nice
 

Necessary Items
The Old 280 Boogie happens every April in the tiny town of Waverly, just a few minutes outside of Auburn. Since I’ve been living here, I’ve never missed a Boogie! It’s an all-day festival with music, local artists, good food, and general fun and festivities. We brought a blanket, a cooler of beer, and some snacks and whiled away the day listening to bands and people watching. You really can’t go wrong.

My favorite bands at this year’s event:

Sam Doores + Riley Downing & The Tumbleweeds
Sam Doores & Riley Downing & The Tumbleweeds
Pine Hill Haints
The Pine Hill Haints
Hurray for the Riffraff
Hurray for the Riffraff
The Boogie always seems to signal the end of the academic year. Once it’s the season of sitting outside on a blanket drinking beer, one can hardly be expected to focus on school much longer. In the time since then, I’ve just been trying to keep pace with the last weeks of the semester: final papers to assign and grade, final exams to create and grade, and countless meetings with students. Office hours are never busier than when the semester is coming to a close, that’s for certain. But! Yesterday, I gave the last exam of the year, so things are finally almost over. I still have some paperwork and minor tasks to do in the office on Monday, but I feel finished. Finished feels good.

I had a few people over last night for drinks and snacks and celebrating the end of the year, and we had very much fun indeed. One of the best parts was that I got to witness my friend Becky’s reaction to the smell of Laphroaig:

This shall henceforth be known as The Frog, due to the way it made my entire apartment smell like a swamp.
I don’t know why, but I have been obsessed with just how unbelievably aromatic that stuff is. It’s bafflingly intense. CW and I went out for a happy hour drink a few weeks ago, and we each indulged in one fancy whiskey of our choice. I went with Basil Hayden Bourbon (my favorite, but so pricey as to only be appropriate once in a blue moon); he went with Laphroaig. I tasted some of his, but only confirmed that Scotch just isn’t for me. I’m definitely a Bourbon person. Anyway, our fun & fancy happy hour inspired him to buy a bottle of the peaty elixir to have on hand at home. What I hadn’t noticed in the crowded bar was that if there is a glass of Laphroaig in the room, I will know. That smell announces itself with authority, even if the nose and the glass are separated by several feet. The length of a sofa, let’s say.

So last night, when I was in the kitchen getting something and I heard Becky’s screams of disgust from the living room, I knew what had happened: she caught the scent of someone’s glass of Laphroaig — or, as I like to call it, The Frog, due to its bog-like, fetid, swampy odor. It was so funny: all night, whenever she happened to catch a whiff of it, even at a distance, she was like, “get that glass away from me!” I was of course in stitches over this whole thing, partly because it was funny, but also because it was sort of a relief to know that I’m not the only one who can smell The Frog from across the room and who finds it utterly unbearable. And I’m not a particularly strong sniffer! I’m usually the last person to notice a smell, but I can’t think of any other beverage that pungent. That shit’s like tear gas. It does not mess around.

Speaking of frogs, please allow me to show you this:

This little guy likes to hang out in the spout of my watering can.
This is one of my many little tree frog buddies. I have a watering can out on the patio for all the potted herbs I haven’t gotten around to buying or planting yet this spring. (Note to self: get on that.) So far, the watering can has been in use only for washing pollen off my furniture (so fun and festive!), but hey, that’s useful too. The best reason to have a watering can on your patio, though, is for the frogs! If there’s a little water in the bottom, the tree frogs will somehow sense it and gravitate to it. Every time I go out on the patio to hang out and read and have a glass of wine, I check the watering can and there is always at least one frog hanging out in there. Sometimes they sit on around the edge, sometimes they hide inside the can or inside the spout. The best is when they sit in the top of the spout just like in this photo. I mean, is that not the cutest thing ever? I maintain that it is.

I just have to be sure to evict any frogs from the can before I bring it inside to refill it — we’ve had several close calls with frogs getting loose in the house and nearly being eaten by the dog before I can catch them. Between the tree frogs and The Laphroaig Frog, it’s a jungle in here.

In the Air

A moment ago I had to stick my hand down the garbage disposal. Does that make you anxious, just reading that? It would make me anxious. I will just go ahead and tell you right now that it was fine and nothing bad happened. I did not accidentally bump the on switch while my hand was down there; the cat did not choose that exact moment to jump up on the counter and bump the switch as retribution for my feeding her diet cat food for the last ten years; the disposal did not spontaneously come to life of its own accord; there were no short circuits; no poltergeists were involved. Everything was fine. Mostly.

The reason my hand was down there in the first place: I had dropped a plastic toothpick in the sink and it slid directly down the disposal drain without wasting any time — unlike any food I have ever put in there, which always takes several nervous nudges of encouragement to get past the black plastic guard. Because of course it does. Anyway, I stood there thinking, what would happen if I just left it? Would the disposal be able to handle a plastic toothpick? Or would it wreck everything and I’d have to call maintenance and wind up getting charged for a new garbage disposal four months before I move out? Probably that.

So I braced myself and inserted my hand and it was the most horrible feeling ever in all of human existence. Even assuming nothing terrible happens, sticking your hand down the disposal is just plain awful. Slimy. Dark. Mysterious. Dangerous. Sharp-ish. Deeply disturbing. Feel free to psychoanalyze me for my fear of penetrating a slimy dark hole with one of my appendages. I don’t like it and I’m not ashamed.

But at least I removed the toothpick, right? False. I did not. I could not find the toothpick and after a few moments of feeling around in the slimy, dark, mysterious, dangerous, sharp-ish, deeply disturbing HOLE, I gave up. The toothpick is still at large.

While I’m on the subject of unpleasant physical sensations, do you know what I really despise lately? Wind. Not only big, gale-force winds that are rough or dangerous, but also just your average breeze. Gentle breezes, even. I will not ride in a car with the windows down or use a ceiling fan. I even despise the feeling of air blowing on me from an air conditioner. I hate drafts. I know; I think I might be nuts, too.

Wind in particular has just been infuriating the last couple of months. Every run, I feel like I am running directly into the wind, and it is buffeting me and pushing me around on the sidewalk and whipping my ponytail around so that it tangles and tugs against my head. Worst of all, it seems to blow directly into my nose and mouth, making it feel impossible to breathe. There’s too MUCH air! Then when I come to a corner and turn 90 degrees, I get a moment’s relief. The contrast between running into the wind and running at an angle to it is so startling, I begin to feel alive again and everything is wonderful, until the wind follows me around the corner (I think sometimes it is STALKING me) and makes me miserable all over again.

The wind stalks and harasses me on campus, too. A full, lightweight, knee-length skirt on a breezy spring day? I may as well flash the entire university community. If I want the color of my drawers to remain private information, I have to walk with my hands held down at my sides, pinning my skirt to my legs. The wind blinds me by blowing my bangs over my eyes, tugs my headphones out of my ears, and blows my umbrella inside out. I would need seven hands to walk through the wind while managing my skirt, my hair, my ear buds, and my umbrella. Walking across campus in the wind is like being constantly poked by a small child or barked at by a dog.

This afternoon I was sitting in someone else’s campus office having a chat. The window and the door were both open, creating an avenue for air to blow in from outside, through the door, and into the hallway. I was right in the wind’s path of destruction yet again. As I sat there, I could barely concentrate on our conversation. My clothes were blowing against my skin and tickling me; my hair was blowing into my eyes and mouth, just one hair at a time, just enough to have me swatting at my own face every four seconds. Each little individual arm hair was gently blowing across its neighboring arm hairs and tweaking them as it went, leaving me with the feeling of hundreds of tiny ants crawling all over my forearms.

Even as I write this, wind is making me miserable. We’ve got a raging thunderstorm blowing across the state, complete with a tornado watch for my county. The internet has been out all afternoon and evening. Obviously, my primary hope is that no tornadoes materialize and no one is hurt, but, you know, I also want my internet back.

While I wait for the good folks at Ch@rt3r to get us all reconnected, I’m thinking back to that moment when the plastic toothpick slid into the garbage disposal drain, prompting my disturbing hand-in-hole ordeal. How did that happen, exactly? Was that a slight breeze I recall?