the domestic zoo

Busy was three-days-and-twenty-hours-of-sleep ago. I’m not burned out (yet) but I am starting to feel a little overwhelmed because I am startingschoolintwoweeksandI’mnotready!

*whiiiiiiiiiiine*

It’s not so bad, really. Sure, I have a lot to do, but there’s fun stuff as well. Like lunch dates and a trip to the movies and helping out at the church’s Greek Festival (nevermind that I’m the most white, pasty, non-Mediterranean Anglo chick evar)

Our wee little town is celebrating it’s 175th Anniversary this weekend. There are Civil War re-enactors, a quilt show, bean & dog suppers. Tonight Mom took Papa downtown to see the banjo band and partake of the ice cream social. It’s all so darn adorable.

I’m home, as usual (even introverts start to suffer from a lack of social stimulation). I’m doing laundry and feeding pets, as usual. I’m tired, as usual. But I’m alright.

It’s all gonna be just fine.

I thought about getting a head start on my reading for the fall semester, but then realized that most of my textbooks are mindnumbingly boring and I just don’t have the energy to delve into an exposition on the Wamira people of Papua New Guinea and their cultural constructs of food and hunger.

As for the non-mindnumbingly-boring books? I read those already.

I need some books to read. Fiction is nice, but non-fiction is nicer, and internet reading pales in comparison to a real life, paper and ink, holdable, highlightable book.

le sigh

Papa set a stool in the corner of the kitchen, and is currently seated there playing his accordian.

My tween-aged sister and her two tweeny friends are also in the kitchen, drinking orange juice, and providing Papa with a lively audience. Far from being “too cool” for old accordian tunes, they’re clapping and cheering after every song.

I think that’s sweet.

But like I said…I can be a bit sappy.

Christine (or rather, Christine’s bunnies – Bella and Onzlo) gave Peanut a ‘Get Well’ card yesterday.

It’s tough being loved.