if you haven't heard of musician ray la montagne, consider yourself informed now. wonderful fantastic crying in the car blasting it type stuff and if you're me in any case, you might just fall in love. so thanks to evan for the introduction. *thumbs up*
and now for today's belated 3rd year wedding anniversary installment of bradbury:
so yesterday was our wedding aniversary. we woke up to a phone call at 8.15 (thanks monique [our relator], love ya!) to tell us that the tile guy was coming at 6pm to finish up. i had already TOLD her the night before that we had dinner plans. so, baby was up and r and i were both in a foul mood because the fucking ANTS were back too. i called the exterminator and he told me that he already sprayed (there couldn't be ants!) and couldn't come out until friday (the day the POD is coming). about this point, we found out that forrest (who was supposed to cover r's shift at the bar) got fired and our dinner plans (for fondue, like the last two years) were off. so, even though forrest completely deserved to get fired, it was a major bummer for us.
by the time we got most of the ants cleaned up parker was whiny, r and i were snarky, and we had decided to go out to home depot and make the most of our day. we were looking forward to baby-proofing, getting some bars stools and an outdoor garbage can (dorky eh?) anyway, it turned out to be a horrible endeavor. some 65ish year old man berated me on the dryer clamp isle because he thought i was trying to cut in front of him. it ended with me crying/yelling and him all but chasing me down the isle. r (with parker in his arms) was my hero and went up to the guy and told him to back down. all these contractors just stood there staring. anyway, we managed to enjoy a nice lunch outside of home depot (burger, dogs, and parker's favorite: sour cream and onion potato chips!) so, we left, got some neat little bar stools and went home. parker went down for her nap and r and i got our key rack installed (it looks so cute!), our dryer hooked up, and our side stairs attached to the house.
r got ready for work and left and i was feeling fairly low at the prospect of spending the evening without r in an ant filled house. evan (from latin, remember him?) saved the day and took parker and i out for a nice italian dinner at "the row". we had good wine and great conversation about children and music and life and everything/nothing at all. so, thank you evan, thank you thank you thank you, for everything.
in other news, hormones are strange and frightening things. something turned off or went away inside of me when parker was born (something else, something wonderful also turned on, but that's another post). since parker's first birthday (when my period returned) things have slowly been changing (back? maybe). slowly slowly slowly i've been creeping back into myself and then, these past couple of days quickly quickly quickly, I'm almost there. i feel like i woke up, utterly disoriented, from a really deep sleep.
how can something so amazing as motherhood have made me forget to remember who i am (or was)? it was something i was so totally unprepared for. anyway, the good news is, i think i can finally start writing again.
and now for today's belated 3rd year wedding anniversary installment of bradbury:
why love the woman who is your wife? her nose breathes in the air of the world that i know; therefore i love that nose. her ears hear music i might sing half the night through; therefore i love her ears. her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so i love those eyes. her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; i love to hear it speaking. because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, i know fire, snow, and pain. shared and once again shared experience. billions of prickling textures. cut one sense away, cut part of life away. cut two senses; life halves itself on the instant. we love what we know, we love what we are. common cause, common cause, common cause of mouth, eye, ear, tongue, hand, nose, flesh, heart, and soul.
so yesterday was our wedding aniversary. we woke up to a phone call at 8.15 (thanks monique [our relator], love ya!) to tell us that the tile guy was coming at 6pm to finish up. i had already TOLD her the night before that we had dinner plans. so, baby was up and r and i were both in a foul mood because the fucking ANTS were back too. i called the exterminator and he told me that he already sprayed (there couldn't be ants!) and couldn't come out until friday (the day the POD is coming). about this point, we found out that forrest (who was supposed to cover r's shift at the bar) got fired and our dinner plans (for fondue, like the last two years) were off. so, even though forrest completely deserved to get fired, it was a major bummer for us.
by the time we got most of the ants cleaned up parker was whiny, r and i were snarky, and we had decided to go out to home depot and make the most of our day. we were looking forward to baby-proofing, getting some bars stools and an outdoor garbage can (dorky eh?) anyway, it turned out to be a horrible endeavor. some 65ish year old man berated me on the dryer clamp isle because he thought i was trying to cut in front of him. it ended with me crying/yelling and him all but chasing me down the isle. r (with parker in his arms) was my hero and went up to the guy and told him to back down. all these contractors just stood there staring. anyway, we managed to enjoy a nice lunch outside of home depot (burger, dogs, and parker's favorite: sour cream and onion potato chips!) so, we left, got some neat little bar stools and went home. parker went down for her nap and r and i got our key rack installed (it looks so cute!), our dryer hooked up, and our side stairs attached to the house.
r got ready for work and left and i was feeling fairly low at the prospect of spending the evening without r in an ant filled house. evan (from latin, remember him?) saved the day and took parker and i out for a nice italian dinner at "the row". we had good wine and great conversation about children and music and life and everything/nothing at all. so, thank you evan, thank you thank you thank you, for everything.
in other news, hormones are strange and frightening things. something turned off or went away inside of me when parker was born (something else, something wonderful also turned on, but that's another post). since parker's first birthday (when my period returned) things have slowly been changing (back? maybe). slowly slowly slowly i've been creeping back into myself and then, these past couple of days quickly quickly quickly, I'm almost there. i feel like i woke up, utterly disoriented, from a really deep sleep.
how can something so amazing as motherhood have made me forget to remember who i am (or was)? it was something i was so totally unprepared for. anyway, the good news is, i think i can finally start writing again.