Angie, my former student who once had short hair but now has long and beautiful hair, tagged me for another Eight Random Things deal, and since I was responsible for keeping her up late many many many nights in high school reading obscure poetry and writing complicated literary analyses, then I will comply. I think it is, after all, the least I can do to make up for all the pain and suffering I caused her.
But, because I still have that slight tendency as a teacher to not do exactly as I'm told (because teachers like to boss people around much more than they like to be bossed around, that's why they become teachers don't you know?) then I'll take some liberties with the meme. I present to you Eight Random Things. Very random.
A year ago we got new neighbors on one side of our property, and they have the most unfortunate view of our backyard from their front door. Jason has even been to their house and looked over at our house from their property and cringed at what he saw. Evidently our neighbors have given up hope that we will fix our backyard, and just recently planted a whole row of arbor vitae to obscure their view. It is, I am quite sure, not to be interpreted as wanting privacy (there's a long discussion of why I think this is true) but rather because they'd rather look at a green leafy wall than a broken deck and pit of weeds.
Jason said later, "They'll be sorry when we get our backyard fixed." Oh yes, we'll show them.
Maybe it's true: good arbor vitae make good neighbors.
Jules and I went to the hospital yesterday to see the newest addition to the Inkling family. He is adorable, and has a mass of dark hair, and looks like his brother. It was a bit surreal to see Jules next to him because I still think of her as a tiny baby, but next to an actual tiny baby she looks like a giant baby. My sweet Inkling friend is doing well, and I'm just as happy as can be for her.
Yesterday was additionally memorable because Jules got her first tooth! She's been such a happy baby about it, hardly even having a fever, so I was quite surprised to see that little chip of white poking out of her gums. At five months old, she's way ahead of where Sydney was, who didn't get her first tooth until she was almost eight months old. Sometime this weekend I'll have to get a picture of the new tooth (bottom right) and show it off in all its toothy glory.
For as mentally exhausting as this grad class is, I thoroughly enjoy the class, my classmates and the professor. There are just five of us total--all women--which allowed me to feel comfortable taking Jules to class today since the babysitter wasn't able to make it. If anybody had passed by our classroom this morning, they not only would have seen the four of us students engaged in a discussion about thematic structure but also a professor holding a little sleepy baby. My professor is a mom, and from one mom to another, she knows what I'm going through. I find great relief and joy in that.
We're having issues with honeybees around our house. At first, I was confused as to why little honeybees were frantically buzzing against the screen door trying to get in the house. I'm not afraid of honeybees, but not often do I find them abandoning the great outdoors for a visit into my dining room. Turns out, we had a bee colony in our chimney. And those little bees were just trying to figure out how to get home. Sometimes the poor little bees would come down the chimney and beat against the glass door of the fireplace, which kind of of freaked me out a bit. I would come home and find dead honeybees all over the floor, where I presumed they must have died after escaping the chimney and then not finding their way back to the hive.
Despite the fact that I have seen X-Files and know about the secret alien plot to train honeybees to become fierce and infect people with smallpox, I still maintain my stance that they are normally gentle little creatures. However, we didn't want bees flying about our house, so we closed the draft on the chimney, and hoped they would find a new home. We think they did because we don't hear them buzzing in the chimney anymore, but maybe they're in stealth mode. Tricky.
Speaking of bees, the most memorable bee sting I ever got was one summer when I was probably around ten years old. My three siblings and I, along with my cousin Greg, were out in the corn field hoeing the weeds out of the corn rows. My littlest brother Jake bent down to pick something up, whereby a distracted Tyler accidentally chopped him in the head with a hoe. Much crying ensued, as well as quite a bit of blood and so Cousin Greg (only a few years older than me) picked up Jake and ran to our house across the field. I remember watching blood drip all over Greg's Ocean Pacific shirt, and as I ran after him I stepped on a honeybee. Fast forward five minutes to our house: Greg is in mild shock, Jacob is screaming, adults are inspecting the non-serious head wound, and I'm soaking my foot in the the kitchen sink failing miserably at being stoic about my own pain. Reflecting back on that moment I realize that I was probably--bee sting and all--still in a better spot than my mom who somehow managed that chaotic scene.
I was flipping through channels last night and heard the sound that warmed my heart: Mary's laugh. Who's Mary? She's a judge on "So You Think You Can Dance." It's back for its summer run, and I'm thrilled. I loved that show last summer, and I can't wait to watch it again this year. Dancers always impress me; that must be why I like the show so much. In fact, as I think about it, it's the only talent show I like watching. Hooray for that.
:Miscellaneous (poorly written) Trivia:
I've had my eyebrow pierced, biked the Oregon Coast (and camped along the way), spent a summer in Romania, picked up a hitchhiker (when I was in high school), and forgotten the words to more solos than I can count (including the National Anthem). I hate mushrooms, have low blood pressure, and haven't dyed my hair in many years. I'm feeling more stressed out now than I ever have before in my life, and were it not for my determination to keep in the habit of writing I would give up blogging for a couple months. I like Frosted Flakes, bagels with cream cheese, and a book I'm reading called Steering the Craft by Ursula K. Le Guin. Writing teachers should read it. I'm going to a wedding tomorrow, and am so looking forward to seeing Jaime in her wedding dress. Also, eating cake is fun too.
:the end of the Eight + a Few More Things:
I'll be back on Tuesday with a birthday post for my birthday girl.
Have a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend!