Stuff and Things

For the past little while we've been busy like I don't think we've ever been busy before. My instinct has been to open up good old Moveable Type 2.64 (I KNOW) and be all "OMG, we've been doing so much awesome stuff! let me tell you about it!" but then as soon I start to list off all of the social engagements that have kept us running from one thing to the next for the last month of weekends, I kind of want to punch myself in the throat. It sounds like bragging--first we did this and then we did that, and oh, it was all faaaabulous, daaaahling; everyone should be so lucky as we!--and ew, no one wants to hear it when it comes out like that, am I right? Perhaps a good first step would be to not call our outings "social engagements" but instead "stuff and things," which is really what they are. Just some "stuff" and some "things" that have taken up the time we usually spend "pottering around the garden"* or picking and flicking specks of stray kitty litter from between our toes. (Cats + hardwood floors = perpetual pigpen. Either I will learn to vacuum regularly or my child will never know the world beyond our 5x7 area rug.)

God bless whoever invented the camera, and whoever invented digital technology, and whoever invented Flickr because that's all I can muster at this time (the first day of the month, and already I'm behind on ten different projects). Flickr is my Twitter, and I appreciate it all the more in that I'm not limited to 140 characters but the 1,000 words every picture can tell. Almost everything is here: our trip to Salt Lake, the Life Is Good festival, Bay to Breakers (with a baby!), Simon's mom's visit, Wombat's first "people food," Wombat's second sink bath at home, an impromptu hike, a wedding (not ours), the Maker Faire (free tix courtesy of reader Katie!), and lots of time with friends from near and far. Who knew that being so happy would be so exhausting? Aaaaand, now I have to punch myself in the throat.

*Phrase courtesy of Krissa, who used it to characterize what we'll be doing in each other's company this coming Sunday after five-plus years of reading each others' blogs from opposite ends of the country and always swearing to one day meet up and make it official. It's good to know that for every hundred dreams blogging has inspired, at least a handful will be fulfilled if I wait long enough.

wrote Leah at 6:36 AM | Comments (3)