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maybe i won’t die alone

My father showed up over an hour late and didn’t say hello to my mom. He didn’t want to eat with us so I went and grabbed food and mom ate in the other room and Bear in his office. These rooms are all mostly open to each other, so we could all hear and partially see each other. My dad and I were sitting at the table in the middle while I ate. We were talking about his trip to Peru and knitting and fiber arts and culture. We were stilted and awkward the way you can only get with family that you are estranged from. Then my father gets ridiculous:

“So are you planning on knitting any little things?”

“Little? Like what?”

He gives me this funny look like I’ve spoiled his joke. “Like booties”

I burst in laughter. “Very subtle dad.”

He leaves shortly after that. I swear Bear and I are half convinced he came only to make sure he hadn’t become a grandfather and didn’t let us know. I kinda wonder if every two years he’s going to check back and keep making sure. Funny that he doesn’t realize I would actually make the effort to let him know.

(Linda, title is from Die Alone by Ingrid Michaelson. This blog and the song and freaking everything keeps linking back to the anon doc’s blog post.)

World hanging upside down

I hate when I don’t keep up with this site. I mean, it would have been nice if I’d written about a friend of Bear’s and his wife and kid coming over. Bear’s friend, we’ll call him Cooper, because Linda said so. We’ll call his wife Olive and the kid is The Kid. I’m in love with The Kid. I feel like I should have warned Cooper and Olive that I’d fall in love with their kid, but since I knew I’d be able to control it, I didn’t bother.

Well, so they came over and Coop took Bear outside and they demolished our yard. It looks a million times better and as soon as Bear gets to play with his lawnmower and mows, it’ll look awesome. He doesn’t think so, but he can’t picture what it USED to look like and compare them in his head. Also, he’s a pessimist, but we all knew that, so it’s not like it’s a surprise.

I’m chatting with Linda as I write this and I just realized, I really wish I could retroactively go back and name her. Of course, off the top of my head there’s a million things I could call her on this blog, Brain and Gilligan are my favorites right now though. I’d be happy to be Pinky.

Ok, now that I got that off. Um. Yeah. I had a great time having Coop and the family over. I’ve never seen a kid have so much fun with a washing machine. I really never would have imagined that a basement could be like the greatest toy ever, but I can’t tell you how very COOL it was when seen through The Kid’s eyes. It really was. hours. of. entertainment. Bear, very appropriately, cooked salmon. Olive’s a vegetarian/pescatarian. Food was kinda a topic along with trees and our basement.

So I was gonna write about something boring I think, but remembering how much fun the weekend was and how much we love our fucking house and the fact that we have a neighborhood “get-together” this weekend at a neighbor’s house, I think this is just gonna be another entry stating how fucking much we love our house. I mean, I can’t imagine the apartment ever would have entertained a 3 yr old. Hell, the house needs it’s own name if it’s gonna go out of it’s way like that.

(for Linda: title is from The Cave by Mumford & Sons)

They don’t want me to stay

Today hasn’t been the greatest day, so me share some cuteness: a baby bird update!

First, here’s momma again since the last picture sucked.

Her red beak really stands out. There’s been a time or two where her tail feathers have been pointing towards the house and while the red streak in her tail makes it visible, it is always so much harder to see.

It’s kinda hard to see the babies, but there’s two of them. I made both pictures clickable, you look in the middle of the nest, under the wing of the bird on the right. You can see there’s a spotted round thing under the baby’s wing. That’s the last of the eggs. Bear and I are worried that one won’t hatch. I think it still hasn’t and the siblings are getting big. This picture is from six days ago (day after they hatched) and already they look fuller and more bird like (less ugly). Mom and Dad both come by and feed the babies. You can see in the picture they are laying pretty flat against the bottom of the nest, but the SECOND Mom or Dad fly towards the nest they pop up like little jacks in a nest and open their beaks wide. I’ve tried getting a picture of them feeding, but it’s a little difficult. They deflate flat pretty quick after Mom and Dad leave and if I even think about getting close, they skedattle.

Bear and I have plans to build a raised bed this weekend. Well Bear knows we are gonna build it. I’m not sure he realizes there’s a deadline. I’ve got baby tomato plants coming! Also, I’ve finally figured out the bread method in this bread book and I’m probably gonna post about that. Not terribly exciting to others maybe, but OMG GOOD BREAD.

(Linda: got title from “I’ve Got Friends” by Manchester Orchestra)

Instead of sheep

Yesterday I was all set to be mopey and sad and weepy. The morning just. kept. getting. worse. In the littlest ways too. Needing to write two problems after I finally turned in solutions. Getting a slightly rude email asking me to provide said solutions after they had already gone up on the website. Running over to … did I give my advisor a name? Lee. I ran over to Lee’s office a few times. Sunday hadn’t sucked because Bear is a lovely lovely man, but I was doing solutions for most of it and so Monday was sucking pretty hard around 2pm.

Then … have I given Lee’s friend a name? Queen. Queen comes over. She ALWAYS livens up the place. I’m giving her the name Queen not because she’s stuffy or regal, but because she just owns spaces when she walks into them. She’s incredibly vivacious. She reminds me of Alison, a friend of my aunt’s, that my whole family just adores. Which for my family is unique. Then the person who sent the slightly rude email crossed my path as I was heading to the bathroom and was sweet and apologized. Then Bear and I head home to a present, a nice big check (for the house, but the fact that it’s bigger than we expected means that we have a little bit of money left over for groceries and moving and setting up house when we finally get it), and a card. Bear and I were so flipping happy and grateful and it was just amazing. Then I talk to Linda and AJ and both of them have had nice turn arounds with certain aspects of their lives as well and it just was a really really good feeling.

THEN THIS MORNING I GOT NEWS THAT MONARCH HAS BEEN BORN IN THE WEE WEE HOURS OF THIS MORNING!!!!!!! (I’ve been staring at her pictures for a while. I want a baby now. This feeling better go away fast.) SHE IS THE PRETTIEST PRETTIEST LITTLE GIRL.

So. Instead of being sad and mopey and upset, I think instead I should be counting my blessings. Before this Christmas, despite the hard year that everyone seems to be having, our blessings are plentiful and huge and lovely and omgpleasegetridofthisdesireforababyplease.