just a beef

I want to know who in the hell decided area rugs should be so expensive.  I've never purchased a big rug before--- we're moving into a new place and the whole thing is hardwood.  I would think that a rug like I'm looking for should cost around $80... not. even. close.  Not sure what I was thinking, but SHEESH!  Rugs and printer ink, I guess.

We Have Renter's Insurance

... which is a good thing.  Tonight, someone whose name rhymes with "cat", let a ripe one rip.  The stench was so offensive, I yelled for him to run and get the matches, which he did.  In the whirlwind of stink and hurry, a lit match came flying onto me and then onto the chair.  A childish scream was released (by "cat").  The flame was swiftly and expertly extinguished.  The flamer lives on.

Bedtime

For 99% of our marriage, I have been going to bed and getting up before Matt.  We have developed a routine where Matt tucks me in.  It works well, because no matter how busy the day has been, this guarantees at least a few moments together.  (Unless we are fighting, then I just go to bed myself.)  And, it's also very helpful when I need a drink of water or forget my phone or something like that...
   Awhile ago I emailed Matt (we do that all day long... no texting in the operating room, but emails galore) something to the effect of "I'm exhausted this week, please help me get to bed before 10p."  He sent me this back: "I understand.  Well, I'll put you to bed but it'll be up to you to stay there."

Handy Man

Matt is camping with his group of boy scout tonight.  (I get the bed ALL to myself!)
To contribute to the success of this adventure, I let Matt borrow:
my hatchet
my headlamp
my sweatpants
my pocketknife
other stuff
When I came home today I found a list on our infamous whiteboard of things he needed to pack/wanted to ask me about.  On that list read 'handyman'.  I also let him borrow my leatherman multitool :)

Pay it Forward

Last week we waited an unusually long period of time for one man to make his Redbox pick.  Just as my patience was really being tested, he finished, turned around and said, "Hey, you can get one for free."  He then told us a code to get a free movie and we were thrilled.  I passed the code on to the next guy... wonder if he was able to do the same.

Bunnies, duckies, and fireflies, oh my!

   I went for a solid bike ride to Pittsford via the Canal Trail at dusk tonight.  The ducks were plentiful and I loved watching them ride the waves when a boat went by.  I misjudged the time of sunset and the way back was darker than I like, but the fireflies were awesome!  But my FAVORITE thing was my pacer bunny.  Ever driven down a back road, rustled up a rabbit, and then chased it for a few hundred feet?   I don't know why they run a straight line in front of the vehicle instead of simply veering off,  but I love that.
   My bike scared up a little brown bunny and he ran on the edge of the asphalt right next to me.  We kept company (doing maybe 25 mph) for a good fifty feet before he realized he could just stop and be rid of me.  I hope it happens again.

-- variety is the spice of life --

I'm good at a few things.  But I'm not great at anything.  I'm not saying that in a covert effort to receive pity or praise, or pitiful praise.  It's just, the truth.  I rarely get caught up in something, feel a burning passion, or have the ability to focus on long-term goals.  I haven't taken the time and effort to perfect my ability in any skill (unless you count circulating shoulder arthroscopies and tonsillectomies, but that's just from bland, repetitious necessity).    I've seen friends and acquaintances spend hours and hours of effort, time, and money to excel in fitness competitions, piano, baking, advanced degrees.  I've observed deep interest/commitment to triathlons, all things John Deere, vintage furniture, scripture study... you name it.  I don't have that. This has worried me more than I care to admit and I have wondered what my 'thing' is or would/should/could be.

  Then I found this and my heart felt lighter.  (No offense, I am grateful for specialists)  I just want to do everything on this list, because that's the way I was wired.  It suits me to be scattered here and there.

 "A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects."

            - Robert A. Heinlein