1. Both are rather daunting, especially when you have 'let things go' a little. 2. No matter how hard you have worked, there's always that neglected, shabby corner to look at when you are feeling a little too proud of yourself. 3. For some reason, the shabby sections don't stand out for onlookers, who tend to notice parts you hadn't planned to work on. 4. Those same onlookers can be sweet an encouraging, but you know it, they know it, and you know they know it: you're in over your head. 5. It seems like there's never enough time to do everything you want. 6. If you don't tend to it regularly, it might either a. turn into an uncontrollable jungle, or b. die. 7. Extended sessions make your neck and hands hurt like hell.
Now. If only keyboarding felt nearly as good as swinging an ax.
Our June road trip is not yet over, but it's been awesome. For example, in western PA and eastern NY? There are places where trees stretch up to the sky, like, pulling the ground with them. (I hear this phenomenon is called hills.) Also, I feel at-home in a house where there's a pet for every room, and I do so love shopping with E.
It's nice, too, to think and talk about writing and work in a relaxed way while taking a break from it, if that makes sense. This is not something I remember being able to do pre-tenure (the relaxed part anyway), but that's probably just me.
And tomorrow when we leave for leg the last, we will look forward to 3 more hours of Ghostmap, and some Jonathan Lethem short stories. yay.
JM and I are spending the night in a cozy little inn in the Western PA sticks. The lobby is filled with hand-hewn furniture, the floor with bricks stamped 1924 (those must have been a late addition). The Cruiser looks right at home out front--elsewhere it looks like a damned wedding cake. There are no cell signals, but there is wireless.
We ate our dinner on a flat, smooth rock: cold chicken and pizza, and a tasty bottle of wine JM's mom brought to us from South Africa.
And then we plugged in my laptop and watched Buffy open up the hellmouth. They should really keep that thing closed.
Just not today. In light of our recent water main misfortune, and also in response to the stunningly gorgeous weather, JM and I decided to hang out on the quad (near a building with running water) for a combo picnic-work-lounge-play session. But we ended up stopping in a park on the way to eat because I was so hungry. And Tillie was a little too tired to play frisbee, so she just sat in the grass and watched as two guys threw a baseball back and forth, back and forth, her head snapping into place each time the ball hit a glove. The sun got too hot so we moved our blanket into more dense shade, after which we all promptly dozed off, dogs included, all curled up between us, my head resting on a 3-inch-high pile of articles my awesome RA got for the textbook.
*Hat tip to OK Go. Oh, what the heck, here's the video.
I keep thinking I need to shove all the crap to the side of our basement in order to get ready for tornado season, but the temps keep hovering around freezing. (Now if that's not a recommendation for Illinois weather, what is?)
This morning the back door we bought at Lowes to make the OTHER three seasons more enjoyable--what are those other seasons called again?--got snowed on.
I've tried pretty much everything: a work out, a soak in the hot tub, a cranked-up thermostat, multiple sweaters, a blanket-wrapped whippet.