I should have filled all the hurry up and wait between interview day and now-I-have-a-job day with writing.
Instead I watched a whole bunch of episodes of Arrested Development on netfrix. Woot!
Now I am almost done with all of it, which is sad. I hate it when good thing, like quality TV, yarn or an ice cream cone, comes to an end.
Today I went to the outlet mall to by black pants for my new job. What a fantastic excuse to shop. I also got a
The food court also had this weird cyber-text-music video-jukebox thing going on. Fairly gag-tastic. I had visions of sitting there on a horrifically crowded, rainy Saturday afternoon, a little too close to xmas, the air thick from sweaty, panting shoppers, tweens everywhere, clutching their pink phones, insisting to their parents that "we have to wait til my song comes one! Gah!" The selection was pretty Beiber-centric.
That kids is adorable.
So yeah, clearly that was about all the mall I could handle.
On the way home I stopped for gas. I have to keep track of my mileage and plan my gas purchases because the gas stations here are far enough apart that I could honestly run out of gas. I noticed it was pretty freaking chilly while I stood their pumping my petrol. I squeezed the handle harder, to pump the gas faster, so I could get back in the car. Damn, it's really pretty cold!
On Tuesday (and Wednesday) while I was waiting to hear back from my interviews I picked up sticks. Both days were pretty dark and swirly. It seemed appropriate for the season, the time of year when everything is dying and going to the underworld. I knew some rain was coming so I wanted to be sure we had enough dry small and medium wood on the porch. All the big stuff Frandz cut with the chain saw (which he sharpened, twice) is no good without little friends to keep it warm, keep it burning.
When we got a break from the rain on Wednesday afternoon I went out for a it more. I even wore overalls! We were going through it faster than anticipated. Now that it might not really warm up during the day there are more hours that require fire.
So today as I drove home from the outlets my brain was searching for branches and limbs, eyes scanning the embankment as I drove. The same way your brain sort of turns the world into a video game you play for too many consecutive hours.
I am so glad I drive a truck. I swear asking for a truck after a huge limb fell on my beloved honda accord was one of the wisest things I've done over the past decade. I brought home a bed full of branches. Free wood! Woot! Literal windfall.
I made a shepard's pie for dinner with some potatoes a friend at the lake grew. When Frandz got home he sawed up the limbs ( I don't do power tools) and we enjoyed the hearty fare by a blazing stove. We both couldn't be prouder than when we compare the inside temp with the outside. Right now it's 77* inside and 40* outside. 37* difference. Spectacular. I have a rack of clothes drying by the stove.
Fall is wonderful here. Even when it's cold, dark and stormy. It might even be better then.
*Carb bomb totally made me want an Irish Car Bomb real bad. Now I am really annoyed not to have the ingredient for one.
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