I have been dropping a lot of things lately.
Scenario #1: Tuesday night my friend Jessica and I dined at
Cedars of Lebanon, one of the many restaurants on the
SLC's Spring Dine-o-Round. Despite the incredibly slow service, we got a mountain of good food for only $15. After gorging ourselves, we walked on over to the Broadway theater to see
Faubourg 36, a French film that I quite enjoyed. However, after leaving the theater it was apparent that I
really enjoyed the
Ritter Sport that I ate during the film because I had not only dropped pieces of that yummy, yummy chocolate all over myself, but also smeared it on my arm, my white sweater, and my jeans.
Scenario #2: The mantle above our fireplace has never been 100% since a certain person's brothers manhandled it one evening; however, it's done the job until yesterday when I decided to dust it. Clearly, the mantle didn't want to be dusted since it not only dropped once, but three times. The last drop resulted in glass shattering all over the floor and a cut finger. Needless to say, I am leaving the mantle alone.
Scenario #3: At the gym this morning, I thought, "I
really feel like writing today." This thought is a rare occurrence, since I only feel like writing about once every couple of weeks, so I was looking forward to picking up a refreshing drink and pumping out some pages.
However, the Universe clearly doesn't want me to want to write
and enjoy a refreshing drink, since the bottom of the cup
gave way as I set it on the dining room table, dropping 44 ounces of dark liquid all over the table, the seat cushions, the rug, and the hardwood floor that I mopped just yesterday.
So now that I have
re-mopped the floor, purchased rug cleaner, scrubbed the rug and seat cushions, and used every available rag in the house, it is now 1pm. And I have yet to shower.
So much for a productive writing day.
But did you notice that the Jeep is no longer parked outside our house?
It was pretty great. We watched the cars drive by and we did some people-watching. We had some drinks and enjoyed the May breeze. I imagine that we even had some good laughs.
That valley was oh, so green and the backs of those mountains--well, they were pretty dang awesome. The sleepiness of the whole place is quite refreshing. I would make sure that the field behind this summer home held a field full of wildflowers like this one:
And you can bet that I would wander on over to Huntsville to grab a burger at the oldest saloon in Utah.
And also get some homemade honey at the monastery.
But once it turned cold, I would high tail it out of there. I have a feeling that the location of my future summer home would turn downright nasty once the snow blew in and the temperatures dropped.
So now that I have re-mopped the floor, purchased rug cleaner, scrubbed the rug and seat cushions, and used every available rag in the house, it is now 1pm. And I have yet to shower.
I didn't know that I needed one of these pools until I saw it, but given that it is almost 80 degrees in the house right now (with promises for it only to get hotter), and given that all of the work I need to get done sounds downright boring, I think such a pool would provides hours of entertainment and much browner skin. All of which are big bonuses.
Ten miles through barren, hot, very sunny country to the top of a high mountain plus two days later and I still feel like I've been run over by a truck. I am noticing that while my body will still do stuff like what I did on Saturday, it rebels by taking longer to get back to normal.
or being able to sun myself on a rock face while the boys took care of business in the brush...
(now that was a special memory definitely not worth repeating), made it all one great weekend trip.
See. Here in Utah we have these GIGANTIC mountains which mark East even for the most directionally-challenged individual. And I like 'em. A lot. I'm easy that way.
I was a good scout and traveled by air and by train to America's LARGEST mall aptly named the Mall of America.
Kristen and I walked 4 miles of shopping mall and aisles. Blisters and bruised feet aplenty!
And, Pres. Obama, Kristen and I are also a fan of light rail trains. However, we do not like them so much when they carry countless other conference attendees back downtown from a day of shopping and a day, which for these teachers, was free from children. Seriously, pay these teachers more so that they get out once in a while. It's embarrasing. Really.
I should have known from the very beginning that I wouldn't remain in the K-12 teaching setting for long. Instead of squealing with glee at all of the buttons, pins, t-shirts, coffee mugs, lanyards, nighties, and sweatshirts covered in apples and books and teddy bears, I take pictures of it to mock.
I wanted to show the world that I actually do work outside the confines of my dining room table. Every once is a while I do get all dressed up and act/work like an adult. But only sometimes.
