Posted by: Kate | May 1, 2008

This, That and the Other

Some days, the theme is clearly evident.  I’ll wake up thinking of something, will be reminded of it several times, and eventually it will pour out of my head and onto this blog.  And I have a few topics brewing along those lines, which will scratch and claw their way to the surface one of these days.

Today, though?  No theme.  No pattern.  It was a nicely random, pleasant but not outstanding, occasionally strange but never quite bizarre, day.

Jacob and I spent the day home, with a little gardening and a little three-year-old philosophizing over peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  (“Someday, I’m going to have a yellow car with green flames down the side.  Then I will drive it really fast, and everyone will know that I’m very brave.”)  We spent some time in the garden, and collectively agreed that the chickadees’ two-note song clearly says, “Ja-cob, Ja-cob,” which thrills him to no end.  He’s also delighted by the fact that the sparrows and chickadees are aggressive enough to eat out of the bird feeder when we’re within five feet.  I’m less enthused at the idea of over-aggressive birds in my front lawn.

For the first time in several months, Willem was home and I was not working on the night of a knitting get-together, so I showered and got dressed at 6:00 in the evening to go hang out with people who have – presumably – never seen me in my jammies.  As always, I had a low-grade reluctance to get out of the car and walk in – what if I can’t hear anything?  what if I’m the boring/annoying/clueless one?  what if [insert adolescent anxiety here]?? – and as always, I went in and had a fine time.  I miss about half of the conversation, but usually can catch up without too much begging for repetition, and I don’t think I made a total ass of myself.

Let’s put it this way: if I was the most annoying member of the group this evening, it would have taken some serious effort and possibly a psychotic fugue, because I am decidedly not cute or pert enough to carry that prize during my conscious moments.

Afterward, I drove a fellow knitter home, and stopped for gas.  I was driving the Penis Truck, as my minivan is in the shop for the day, and topped $85.00 for a full tank.  Two people, complete strangers to me, driving separate cars and apparently strangers to each other as well, came over just to watch the numbers on the pump climb.  A good, clean spectator sport, unless you happen to be on the wallet side of the equation.

I even crammed in a solo trip to Barnes & Noble to top off the evening, and bought a handful of books that I might even read.  Maybe.  Someday.

See?  No theme.  But no complaints, either.


  1. I hope your truck was REALLY empty. $85? I thought filling my van for $60 was bad. Makes me want to buy a little Hybrid…but then, I realize there is no way that we would all fit in there…1 carseat, 2 boosters? 2 huge dogs? not going to happen.

  2. Extra points for use of “fugue.”

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