See, I’m home now – ah, home *sigh* – but I didn’t get a chance to follow up with pictures from LI. Pictures! Let’s see if I can get wp to play nice.
Well, I can’t figure out how to caption anything, so I’ll give you a down and dirty narrative to read to yourself as you watch the slideshow.
When I went up north, we went clamming, and by we I mean that the gf clammed and I sat on the beach in the sun. She *loves* clamming! She got a lot of clams and put them in a bucket. Then we took them home and ate them with lemon and horseradish. The end.
My soon to be mother-in-not-law has flown me up to the north for a visit. I was all freaked out about somebody paying for my travel (oh, let’s be honest, I get freaked out by anyone paying for anything), but I got lectured by several people about smiling and saying thank you when one is offered something. So. Here I am.
Since arriving, I have :
- eaten Korean food about a million times
- sat on the screened porch and had delicious scotch from the gf’s uncle who died, which made me think fondly of my uncle who died.
- watched a movie with the gf’s brother
- slept in and then had coffee in bed
- ate more Korean food!
- watched the gf try on and look great in a million fancy shirts from her aforementioned uncle
- prepped for a trip the the beach. Yes, you read that right, I’m going to the beach. Woo!
My internet, oh how it is lacking to me. Vous me manquez, aussi. And my high school French serves me poorly, again.
Any. Way. Things of note:
* Old man cat love – so fab. Thanks, y’all, is what I really mean. He was a sweet old man and his passing was as good as it could have been: in front of the fire, a parent from school with her vet’s bag of tricks and her children playing in the next room, visits from my mom and cho-girl before hand and my good roommate to hold off the vein so I could sit by his head. We buried him in the side yard by the acusa dogwood. And by we, I mean the gf and the good roommate did the digging and I said encouraging things.
* I’ve been trying to catch up on my internet people and, lord y’all, it’s hard. There are a lot of you and you’re all so interesting. But in doing so, I came across the blog of a RL friend who is taking a motorcycle trip through mf-ing Central and South America. God damn. I mean, for real.
* No insems this month (ahhh, I LOVE saying month, not “cycle”). It’s been over a year since I had a cycle without prog and I wonder how long this one will be. I’m not off the horse, not by a long shot but a break sure is nice.
*I get to hang out with LB for the second time this week! Go me!
* The gf is making kimchi jjigae. And in other Korean food news, she brought galbi tang to school for my lunch yesterday and end stayed to have lunch with cho-girl and me and our tiny lunch companions. My boss had brought me some of the best french fries in the world and two pickles plus there was left over guacamole that my intern (I have an intern!) had helped the children make, so we divided everything up and had a very multi-cultural feast. Let’s have a show of hands from those of us who eat their french fries with chopsticks. And log your lunch. More pics from Cali of mama and baby lunches when I get back onto my computer.
Yes, I am 2 for 2.
See, the issue with blogging, and my internet life in general, has been a hardware issue. There seems to be something wrong with the antenna in my laptop and I can only pick up a wireless signal if I sit right by a router. And the router I make use of is in my neighbors’ study. So I am not so much on line these days. Or, rather, I’m on line with my tiny handheld thing, which is great – wow, is it great – but not so conducive to typing anything longer than 3 characters. Oh, the excuses.
I just *know* you’ve missed hearing the quotidian details of my life. Yes, you’ve been crying until your eyes bleed, hitting refresh over and over again these many months, waiting, in vain, it seemed, for a post with more to it than what I ate for lunch.
Poor you! So let’s play catch up! Oh boy! Here’s the list version, which is, as you may know, my favorite version. Let’s all agree that this is not an exhaustive list, ‘kay?
- Work. School is great. As in, really, really fucking great. I have an amazing class, an amazing assistant, an amazing intern (An intern? Me?! I feel so legit.) and we are collectively doing amazing things like all wearing underpants and usually keeping them clean and dry! Woo and hoo!
- The snow. JFC, the snow. And there’s more coming? I heart snow days.
- Infertility. It bites. And it’s close companion, lack of funds, also bites. Still slogging along, though. Don’t despair. Mostly I don’t. Mostly.
- Affianced. Oh, quit laughing. I still have all sorts of issues with the institution itself, but, weirdly, I really want to do it. More on this later.
- Housing. I have, for the first time ever, asked a roommate to move out. It kind of sucks. Not the roommate, although he’s not ideal, but the asking. Conflict avoidant is the appropriate self-help-y terms, I think.
- Food. My old CSA stopped being a CSA. They only do wine now. Which is great, but, y’all, I want food, too. So now I have a new CSA. Also, The chicken are laying 2 or 3 eggs a day now.
- Lunch, natch. Left over spicy beef thingy from the hot new Chinese place. Woo! Hot!
Wasn’t that the most gripping news you’ve heard all day? Now, tell me your lunch.
Except for the typing.
This blogging app puts lunch logging right at my fingertips. Or tip as this tiny, tiny keyboard makes my hunt and peck style even more – ah – stylish.
In other, Starrhill news, it’s raining (again) and the chickens seem to take great joy in standing in the mud outside of their coop; the gf is out of town for 2 whole weeks and I’m all at loose ends; the mean girl cat has a nasty, nasty wound abover her left eye that I get to pry open twice a day for pus release. Mmmmm…..
Anyway. Lunch. Last night’s fish cakes, made from the previous night’s trout and potatoes plus some onions, an egg and breadcrumbs. Also leftover collards. A girl needs her well done greens.
Log your lunch, please.
Here, have a link instead: what it’s like here these days.
My internet comes and goes at will. Now, I’m all for freedom, but please, internet, at least stick to your curfew and be home after dark.
- I heart colons. The punctuation kind, although I am also grateful for the services provided by the one I carry with me all the time.
- The heat has broken, thank you baby Jesus.
- I had dream while I took my nap this afternoon that the gf came back early from her (stupid) camping trip and snuck (sneaked?) up behind me and I knew it was her by how her hands felt in mine and the smell of her neck. Then the dream got sort of weird, but when has anyone ever talked about a dream *not* being weird?
- On account of some staffing shake-ups at my school, I am sort of running tomorrow night’s parent meeting (yes, the one you’ll remember from last year where I did absolutly nothing.). HA! Hahahaha. This ought to be good.
- Yes, school is starting. I almost embrace it. In large part because I have not one but two returning students and I’ll make them take care of everything. CHO-girl and I will sit back and chillax. They’ll be 3 soon! They’ll be fine!
- Sometimes I wish I had the wearwithall to go fix all the inconsistancies in my blog. Sometimes.
- I’m off to the Valley to have bolgogi with The Cutest Family of the Valley.
- Perseids tomorrow.
- I also heart StarDate.
Lunch: leftover boxed mac and cheese with sabzi my best roommate made last night, with an afternoon snack of coffee (!) and bread and butter with jam from my mama.
Do we even know each other? It’s been so long….
Just kidding. I know you’ve been bouncing in your collective seats, biting your collective nails, wondering wtf is happening in Starrhill. There’s nothing so exciting as the news from here.
In no particular order:
- nothing – for real, nothing. It’s summer and that’s how we roll around here. I’ve been taking care of various children to pay the bills and sitting on the porch with drinks and generally doing nothing.
- small skunk sighting – not a baby and not an adult, but cute. Also surprising enough to make me jump. And cute enough to make me think of Pepe Le Pew and worry for my little girl kitten, who does look a good bit like the little black cat Pepe’s always after.
- vacation – woo and hoo! I haven’t had a real vacation in years. Years, I tell you. The gf and I went up north, stopping at her folks’ in LI and then on to Western Mass for a wedding (as a side note, the officiant made a very low-key and lovely comment at the start of the ceremony about how marrige is a right and that we hope soon it will be in everyone’s reach – warmed my little gay heart), which is totally at the top of my weddings-attended list. Then post fab-wedding weekend (yes, it was a whole weekend, yes it was *fab*) we went back to LI/NYC. There was beach time, there was boat time, there was city time. We ate more Korean food than you can shake a stick at. The gf’s mama gave me a skirt. And some beach glass. I got to see the gf drive a boat and yes,it was a hot as you might thing. I slept late and got tan.
- I haz an air conditioner in my bedroom. Some people are more, shall we say “sensitive” to the heat. Oh, the things you do for love.
- not pregnant – again. And then again! *sigh* And, yes, this has been the blight of my summer. If I had gotten knocked up, or if I were not ttc, this summer could be labeled as One Of The Best Times Of My Life. But no. TTC fucks everything up. Don’t let me discourage you, though.
- RE visits – see above. RE visits with company, and by company I mean the gf. Yes, Clem, I’ve changed her name, just for you. I’ll remind y’all again that my RE is the best RE: full of science and stories and willing to explain any and everything he does *and* immediately and totally inclusive of the gf – asides to be sure she understood terms like ICSI and full eye-contact and hand shakes and generally just being great. Keep in mind accompanying me on RE visits holds no additional meaning for us. So don’t jump to any conclusions – yes, I’m talking to you. And you. And, yes, you, too. Good lord, y’all.
- drugs – not recreational ones. Just my old friend Femara. You might remember that The Pregnancy That Wasn’t occurred sans meds and so I opted to continue trying without them once I got back on the horse January last. Oh dreams of un-assisted conception, how far and hard you fall. Anyway, yeah, I’ve given up on that shit. Western medicine. Bring it.
- the peeps – um, well, ah…. things have changed with the peeps. They are big now, as you might guess. I almost don’t recognize them in those pictures from a few months ago. So, ah, the other thing is that both those peeps turned out to be roosters. Ha. One of them started crowing and getting rather aggressive and so I passed him on to a friend in the country. He eventually got eaten by a dog but he had a good run at country life for a few weeks before that. Before his passing, but after his exile from Starrhill, I bought 3 more peeps off of Craigslist. All girls. They are blue laced Wyandottes we like to call Mary, Kate and Ashley. And, yes, you counted right. There is still one of the Original Peeps here in Starrhill. We like to call him Lola. I would end up with genderqueer chickens.
- IVP visit – Woo and Hoo! We squeezed in a visit with Jude and her fab and adorable fam. They are fab and, yes, I pretty much love Northhampton, like the good lesbian I am.
- June visit with my cousin – woo! She’s big now. It was like a real adult visit. I heart her.
- the gf – yes, I know some of you are stalking me just because of her legs. I see you over there, hoping for another picture of her in shorts. Sad to say, my camera is broken. Anyway, it’s pretty damn good these days, y’all. Blissful and lovely for here, please.
- work – what work? (Ok, I am looking forward to it just a little bit, as cho-girl is coming to teach with me again.)
- fermenting – so far I’ve got pickles and sauerkraut and radishes under my belt. Some are more successful than others. Also plum jam from plums the gf and my roommate scavenged from the tree by the school. I’m sure there will be more putting up in the next weeks as I try to hang on to whatever summer I can.
It’s time for a nap after lunch (leftover fritta with leeks and zucchini from the farm, maybe some peaches). Log your lunch. I’ve missed you.