There have been some important updates around here and I'm going to share some of them with you this evening. The first and most obvious one is that I cleaned the juicer. Honestly it turned out not to be so bad, and it made a big difference; the kitchen feels a lot more livable now. Something else that's new- a few posts ago I made you aware that I was down to dangerously few coffee beans. I remedied that but instead of the Dynamite Daymaker I decided to go darker, and from hereon out my mornings will begin with Dynamite Coffee Roaster's Double Bold Espresso Blend.
'Freedom Lies in Being Bold!' quoth Robert Frost.
We'll see if tomorrow morning I taste a little bit of that freedom.
Because I'm shaking things up in all departments, I have swapped my Calm Down Audiobook (step 5 in my bedtime routine) from Bill Bryson's The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid to John Hodgemans' Vacationland. Its wonderfully tranquil. I love it. I've heard the complete book six times over now but only actually listened consciously to about a third of it.
Final update, and it's not something I share lightly or with pleasure: our across the street neighbor has fixed his ride on lawn mower. A tire popped three days ago- I know this because the neighbor in question appeared at our door in the evening and summoned David away for what seemed like hours, all because the tire popped? And he needed help? I don't know- anyway, for three sacred and blessed days our street was a tiny bit quieter.
Talk about freedom.
But today he's back to it, puttering around the lawn in a figure eight- quite literally, circling around for an eternity. There's barely any grass to mow under those wheels, that dude just likes to ride.
Olive got her shots today and she's hardcore teething. She wanted to be held most of the afternoon so I obliged, we puttered around in our own figure eight in the kitchen listening to The Decemberists. Dave says he can't stand Colin Meloy's voice because its nasal, and my mom on her recent visit referred to him as "that whiny young person"- as in, "can you turn down that Whiney Young Person? Or better yet, can you turn him off?" But I love him, I think he's a marvelous lyricists and his songs give me shivers and even some of them are about shipwrecks.
Olive will grow to love him as I do, I'm sure of that. She's at the age where she's going to start remembering things- ah! I see you shaking your head- but listen, I have memories starting from about six months old. I distinctly remember sitting on my father's stomach, on his gut, really, he's always had kind of a gut, and I was pushing on his chest trying to get him to stop breathing. I was perturbed that his chest was rising and falling with his breath and I wanted him to stop. He looked up at my mom and said, "She doesn't want me to breath!"
And I remember- I DO! thinking, "Oh shit, he's onto me."
All I'm saying is, I really gotta watch myself now, make sure all is fairly copacetic, because it's really going to count now.
After the kitchen and Red Right Ankle and the Mariners Revenge, after she gently rested her forehead against my neck and relaxed into my arms for a soft minute, after cuddling up in bed and reading Hello Seattle! and having a nap, we decided to bundle up in the stroller and stroll (yes) to the Farmers Market up the street.
We decided to take the dog. That was a bad choice. The dog barked non-stop. Dimwit that I am, I figured the dog was overstimulated by all the other dogs and all the kids and the people losing their marbles at the site of the dog- people really go nuts for Corgis- but then someone pointed out that she was just being protective of the baby.
After that I really couldn't be angry at her, but I didn't want to subject the other market-goers to the ruckus and so we left, without buying a single veggie.
Which means that when we came home there was nothing for us to juice.
Which means that the juicer did not get used today, and therefore did not need to be cleaned again.
Which is why I was able to write you this post, and catch you up on all the goings ons.