A Road Less Travelled

It was getting on towards morning. I was on the edge of sleep, just dozing, drifting. As in a dream (and let me say this about dreams) I thought I heard someone call my name. My mind struggled towards wakefullness, searching for the one calling my name. I surfaced from my well of sleep to find that someone was actually calling my name. There was a quiet knocking at my door and a small child calling for me in his small voice. I opened up the door and he told me he was scared of the storm. It was then that I realized that there was a monster storm raging outside. So I pulled the toddler into bed with me and we snuggled until the thunder faded and the storm moved on. Then I put him back to bed and went back to dozing.

And yet I managed to sleep through two gargantuan trees crashing into our backyard. Go figure.

Comments(0)

Because of a BlogPeoria server change we have unexpectedly obtained a new template. Gabrielle and I agreed that we both like this one, which is pretty impressive considering how long it took us to agree on the first one. So now the rest of you are stuck with it whether you like it or not.

This new template actually allows for a tagline/subtitle thing, which was still set to “A record of our non-college adventures” from several templates ago. This really doesn’t seem to fit anymore. We’re leaving it blank for now, but will be considering an updated tagline to fit our newly renovated blog. If you have any suggestions for a tagline feel free to leave a comment, though I say that more because I’m curious what our readers would say than because I expect it to be useful.

Incidentally, if you’ve had any trouble visiting our blog recently, it’s probably related to the server change, and it should be all better now.

Comments(0)

I have something new to add to my resume. I’m not sure exactly how this would be described as a job description, but I can cut a sandwich into the Omnitrix symbol. And it doesn’t matter what kind of sandwich either. Cheese, pb and j, some sort of meat sandwich, I can cut them all. Who wouldn’t hire me?

Comments(1)

Um, I wasn’t actually planning on writing this. I sat down to write and felt like there wasn’t anything to say so I started writing whatever came to mind just so the page wouldn’t be blank. And then it was so lyrical I had to finish it and now I am sharing it with ya’ll. You have my humblest apologies.

I need to write something. I’m just fiddling my time away with Sudoku, the numbers swirling in my mind even after the book is down and the light is off. The world is turning into numbers in grids, rows, ordered and precise. I pencil down possibilities, possibilities that reduce, shrink, narrow until there is one option and it is penciled in dark and deep. With each number written down the rest of the grids, the rows revolve and shift. What once had been a two, a five, a seven now can only be five or two which makes that number over there a four. The world on the nine by nine grid is simple, scientific, clean, sterile almost. I clutter it with the possibilities when I know it wants simplicity and order. As the possibilities shrink the clutter fades until soon there is only one number in each box and the nine by nine is as it should be. My imagination wants to assign personality, emotion to the numbers on the page, but the grid restrains me. There is no room for imaginings or fanciful musings. The Sudoku page is a place that is here, is now. It is without any thought about what that means or whether it is happy about it. I should hate Sudoku. The grid should repulse me, the numbers offend, the rows a final insult. Instead I dream in Sudoku, like a new color just invented in my mind. The grid is a friend if such a word can be used for something so impersonal. The numbers are like tools or puzzle pieces familiar to the hand. The rows just one more place for me to assert my mind and hold dominance. Sudoku and I have reached an accord. There is peace between us and so I rejoice, pick up my pencil and open to Guru Puzzle 4.

Comments(1)

Truly random thought of the day- I like folding dress shirts. The fabric creases so nicely and the seams are so obvious. When done well the shirt lays so flat and all the lines are clean. And then there’s the fiddly bits with the collar. I like folding dress shirts. It almost makes me want to get the iron out.

Comments(2)

So I’m cleaning up from dinner last night in something of a rush because Jonathan was coming and he, Raquel and I were going to see Iron Man (it was awesome) and I got to thinking. No doubt if someone had been watching me as I cleaned up that person would have assumed that I was thinking deep thoughts. My brow- furrowed. My eyes- squinted. My thoughts- not really the deepest. Right at the end of dinner I had this flash. I won’t call it a flash of brilliance, but it was a flash of something. I should make a list of bizarre super powers, the flash said. A couple had already jumped into my head and they were pretty weird. So, why not?, I thought. I’ll follow up on a stray thought I’d had that never needed to see the light of day and then I’ll post it in public. I know, I’m brilliant.

The List

-The ability to psychically know whether a dirty plate was scraped or not.
-The ability to boil water with rays from your eyes.
-The ability to detect every spice used in a dish even if it was an odd, unpronounceable spice you’ve never heard of before.
-The ability to turn anything into compost with bolts from your hands.
-A psychic link with every opossum you’ve ever known.
-The ability to distinguish milk chocolate from dark chocolate by touch, through the wrapper. If it’s dark chocolate you would also know the percentage of cocoa in the chocolate
-A cleaning detergent that sprays from your palms.

See, this is what I think about when I’m not writing witty blog posts or answering questions about scrambled eggs in space. Next time you see me with a furrow brow you might want to ask before you assume I’m pondering deep things. Now, all I need is super hero names to go with each of these powers…

Comments(4)

 So far this morning I’ve tested yogurt for acceptably low sugar content, changed a toddler’s clothes at the table so she didn’t spread yogurt and granola all over the house, folded and put away my clean laundry while explaining to said toddler that I was busy and didn’t have time to sit down next to her and listen to the music, inquired and found that Samuel wants a carrot cake for his birthday party tonight (mental note: find a good carrot cake recipe), loaded dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and numerous other basic morning tasks even more dull to mention. It’s been a good morning–I’ve felt as though I’m accomplishing things. But how am I supposed to condense any of that into an brief but interesting blip of life to announce to all my friends?

Normally I’m better at finding a small detail that conveys how my life is going… Maybe if I started drinking coffee: that’s what everyone else seems to post as their status in the morning.

Comments(1)

We’re 6 days past our third blogiversary. That’s three years of inflicting our weird and random thoughts on cyber passersby. Yay for us!

Comments(0)

Things that are hard to come by whilst traveling- Sleep, silence, good coffee, whole wheat pancakes. Well, I’m pretty sure about the pancakes, anyway. I wasn’t really on the look out for whole wheat pancakes or even pancakes in general so it’s hard to say. I did spot some white flour pancakes, though.

Things I’m glad to come home to- Sleep, good coffee. This house isn’t really big with the silence and once again I’m not spotting any whole wheat pancakes. I suppose I could make some….

Comments(0)

What is it about children that makes floors wet? Either they’re spilling this, splashing in that or having various and sundry accidents over there. And then, of course, if the spill, splash or accident involved something sticky one must mop said floor which is just making it wet on a controlled level. It boggles the mind.

Comments(1)