well, this will be……interesting

Prof e-mailed us today with a slight change of plans for the summer field course.

Thaz right, we’re RV-ing it. All the way to Northern Quebec.

I am renting one that sleeps up to 10 people (don't worry; it's just us six). We will stay incommercial or Quebec park campgrounds on the way up, and wherever we can once in the communities.

To be honest, I’m a little excited. This is going to make the 22 hour drive up and back significantly more bearable. And Prof? He’s the only guy on the trip (Lord only knows where he’ll be sleeping) which means that the RV shouldn’t get too completely trashed and nasty for the better part of three weeks that we’ll be spending in it.

Hello McFly

Importing a bunch of my old CD’s into iTunes: RelientK, Superchic[k], Audio Adrenaline, DC Talk. Listening to them makes me all nostalgic and happy. And kinda old…

Still haven’t figured out the header yet. Any ideas?

wait…what just happened?

I ordered my drink at the drive-thru and pulled around. Rolling down my window I heard, “How are you this evening?”

“I’m good,” I answered as I got my money out.

“Better than I was a few minutes ago,” she said as she leaned out the window. At first I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or not, but she continued, apparently assuming I had returned the greeting with a query into her current state. “I was crying my eyes out so bad I could hardly breathe. That’ll be $1.51.” She handed me my drink.

As I fumbled desperately for the correct change, wondering what social etiquette this sort of situation called for, she went on. “It was pretty awful. But I guess that’s what boys will do to you, right?”

A pause. Oh God, not a pause. What was I supposed to say now?

I mumbled something to the effect of, “I guess so” and handed her two dollar bills. While she made change, I pondered saying something more – “I hope the rest of your night goes well,” or another pithy statement that would be moderately sincere sounding. But she handed me my change and quickly turned to chat with a coworker.

Sometimes they just need someone who will listen.

Yes, Lord, I do so appreciate the irony.

660

Got up at 7 while the house was still cool and quiet. Fed the animals and got dressed, then went out to run some errands and go food shopping. At this point, I’m accustomed to the stares I get as my petite self pushes around a cart filled to the brim with the weekly requirements to keep a family of six functioning.

It was hot by the time I came out of the store and I loaded down the back of the Explorer with our groceries. When I got home, Hannah helped to bring them inside, and we sat together eating oranges and enjoying the wonderful chill of the A/C. While I put the groceries away and mixed up the marinade for our barbeque, she hunted down Tumbling Towers, which we then played. I made some iced chai, but was a little disappointed by how it turned out. Of course, not as disappointed as Hannah was after making the tower fall. Twice. In a row.

It was early afternoon by then. I grabbed my latest book selection, Of Human Bondage, and layed down to read. When my eyes grew tired, I napped, the air conditioner keeping it just cool enough to curl up under my grandmother’s light quilt. I didn’t really sleep so much as drifted off into my own thoughts.

I puttered around for awhile after getting up. Did the dishes, surfed the web, watched a little TV with mom. Then I employed my masterful grilling prowess/pyromania and lit a large pile of coals, letting them burn until they were white hot. The heat of the day had dissipated, and the early evening was comfortably warm and breezy. I stood there listening to the sounds of our neighborhood: a mockingbird in a nearby tree, a rooster in the distance, our next-door neighbors horse, Calvin, nickering at me between mouthfuls of grass. I heard a small voice and saw our neighbors’ little girl hanging out their living room window and waving to me.

We crowded around our not-so-large dining room table and enjoyed the summertime feast: fresh salad, corn on the cob and barbequed chicken (which, if I do say so myself, was grilled to perfection) Stephen and I went for a walk after dinner, barefoot on the cooling pavement, and when we came back I took a cool rinse in the shower.