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sunny side of the street

I’m going to try that post every day in November thing for Linda. Because we both have new jobs and we don’t get to talk nearly enough anymore and I miss and love her.

I’ve had a really crap week, but the hugest highlight has been that Bear got his driving license and got a car. It’s a white 2010 Acura TL. It’s so pretty and it drives so nicely. I’m almost jealous, but Bear is really awesome about sharing his toys with me.

It’s a little pricey, having a new driver on the insurance and a new car payment and a car that takes premium gas, but it’s such a HUGE HUGE improvement in terms of quality of life for Bear and myself that the cost is the tiniest blip. I’m usually the one that worries about finances in our family, but Bear is worrying more than me.

Bear also drove on the freeway to his work this morning. He did a fantastic job and we were at his work in no time, obeying all traffic laws and safety precautions. I love Bear driving. He’s so serious and concentrated and the more I get used to having someone else drive me, the more I relax. Recently I think I’ve been annoying him just because I want to chit chat with him while he’s driving but he’s still new enough that he needs me to not distract him except for navigation stuff like “right turn coming up”. Today he’ll drive us to pick up his new car and we’ll eat dinner with our very awesome neighbors and tomorrow is Friday. I can’t wait.

A broken heart

I am really not sure I like the little intro at the beginning of this version of the song, but this had the prettiest video.

Mama Bear

It’s getting pretty hard to talk about my heroes. They are so very personal. This week I’d like to talk about my mother-in-law. My husband is a little paranoid though, so this might be short.

I admire her and consider her a hero for so many reasons, both large and small.

She was educated in another country, but when she got her kids over to the US, she had to start all over. She’s graduating this December with her RN.

She raised 2 kids without much help at all.

At one point in her life, she had her kids and absolutely no funds and barely any place to live. She now owns her own home and has no debt except for her mortgage.

She cooks like a fiend. I’m not even sure she LIKES cooking, but for years and years it was the only option and she’s just wicked efficient and quick now. The rare times she lets someone eat food that she didn’t cook, it’s Chinese takeout. If anyone knows Bear, this is where he gets it.

She earned money cleaning homes for a while. She is not ashamed of this. Her home is always immaculate.

She’s a fantastic mother. She’s human, and thus flawed like all of us, but she cares deeply for her kids and has proven how much she will do for them in both large ways and small. She calls Bear almost every night. If she didn’t get him the night before, she calls in the morning before we leave for work. She always always tells me hello or good night when she calls.

She’s got a green thumb. She grows her own pineapples. She started the first pineapple by buying one, cutting off the top and then planting it. She grows a tree (ackee tree) that really shouldn’t grow as far north as she lives, but it bears her a ton of fruit. She’s grown her own yams. She came to visit Bear and I and she did more yardwork in one day than Bear and I have all year.

She doesn’t talk about “exercise”. She talks about needing to “sweat”. It tickles me.

She didn’t like me very much when she first met me. Not for any reason that anyone would guess, but because I was so young. She was terribly worried that I was too meek and too innocent. We get along MUCH better now, mostly because I let her see my backbone. Most strong, capable, ambitious women would have been easier with a meek daughter-in-law. I think it’s a mark of how very confident she is in herself that she’s happier and more comfortable when she’s around other confident people. It always bowls me over when I think of it. This is such a RARE trait in a person. It totally explains Bear too.

She has a wicked sense of humor. I would share, but I have a feeling Bear would get embarrassed. Hey Bear, if you see this, give an example that doesn’t embarrass you, ok?

If anyone reads this, what’s the best character trait that you’ve seen in someone you consider your hero?

Play among the stars

So our Sunday ended up being fun. I woke up at 8am and discovered Bear had been tinkering in the basement.

 

Bear has been DYING for an amplifier for these speakers he picked up from a hoarder’s house. Apparently on Saturday night he got impatient and decided to try making his own.

We had the roofer come by at 10 (he showed up at 9:40 before I had a chance to wake Bear up). We then signed paperwork and gave him a pretty hefty check. We’ll get shingles and a dumpthingy on the 26th. We’ll get a new roof, new gutters, and ventilation for the roof on the 27th.

Once he left, I started cooking. Mr and possibly Mrs Cranberry were coming over.

The recipe for this meal is from Smitten Kitchen. It’s fantastic. I would have preferred the barley instead of pearl cous cous, but Bear would only eat it if I made the substitution.

Bear’s friend Mr Cranberry showed up, sans Mrs Cranberry. I gather she’s busy trying to finish up her PhD. Bear and Mr Cranberry played video games and chatted and watched youtube and anime snippets for hours. Just before Mr Cranberry left, I baked cookies.

It was a pretty fantastic weekend.

This coming weekend we are headed over to a friends for a “meat extravaganza”. Considering one of the hosts is a pescetarian, it might be a little interesting. Of course we are going though, Bear is excited. Not surprisingly the invite went out from the pescetarian (we know her better), but it was titled as her husband’s and her husband’s bff’s meat extravaganza. I’ve now said and typed meat extravaganza so many times this week that the term has lost any meaning it might initially had.

We’ll see how long Bear and I last.