Come on...climb on down into the cave...I dare you...
Before anyone makes any cracks about who this sign is meant for, I want you to know that these pictures were taken during our trip to New Hampshire, and I was able to navigate through all these cave passages very well, thank you very much, including one that's called the "Lemon Squeeze," which felt like you were squeezing your body up into an inner tube. And I'm happy to report that my lemons didn't suffer one bit of squeezing.
Now, onto other things. Okay, here's official notice. I am now REALLY REALLY sick of that "SexyBack" song. It was interesting at first, but now it's just tiring and repetitive. I heard today that J. Timberlake says it was inspired by David Bowie, but it's really nothing more than a rip-off of "I Want Your Sex"...which was nothing more than a rip-off of "Get Down Make Love." Well, Justin Timberlake is way cuter than either George Michael or Freddie Mercury, but why does this same song keep getting spewed for for public consumption every decade or so?
Yesterday morning I dragged my ass out of bed at seven in the morning to bring Ashes to a football in Plymouth. It wasn't really notable except for the fact that we were thirty minutes late (which resulted in Ashes being benched for the first quarter). But I won't get into that.
What I will get into is that after the game, Ashes ran over to me. "I want to get my belly button pierced!" she said. "The coach said we could."
It was a good thing I had been listening to what the coach had been saying after the game. "No, she didn't say that," I said. "What she actually said was that some girls are wearing belly button rings, and that they have to have them taken out for practices and for the games."
You have to love kids. Every night, we ask Ashes what time her next practice is, when he game is...and not once can she ever remember anything. And yet, have the coach make one mention of belly button piercings, and all of a sudden her ears perk up. It's as if, in her mind, she hears, "Blah blah blah blah blah...you should ask your parents to get your belly button pierced...blah blah blah blah blah..."
I've been having terrible car problems lately. It's been a big pain, but it has made for a productive week at work, and in some ways, brought Corb and I even closer together, to the point where we seriously have considered ditching one of the cars and just driving together to work (drawback: that makes it a ninety minute drive for me, one way).
Friday night, though, I received my car back from the shop, and it just brightened up my day. It runs wonderfully...which it should, for what I spent. The motor practically hums.
Saturday afternoon, Corb and I went for a drive through the back roads, from Eldredge to Boston, and it was a totally perfect experience. I felt a little thrill, just driving down the road at a leisurely pace, talking, enjoying the cool weather, and holding hands. I played Belle and Sebastian's Boy with the Arab Strap , and even Corb said that it was perfect background music. For dinner, we ate at the Eagle Brook Saloon, and I enjoyed buffalo nachos with a blueberry ale.
I don't want to have to spend anything close to what I spent this week, but I am enjoying what I've gotten out of it. Now, if only it passes inspection, this time!
Fall days are some of the most romantic days of the year. They always put me in the mood to read Shakespeare. But this year, I'm picking up Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell . Finally. Just finished the last Harry Potter, and I have to say, it is without a doubt the best of the lot. Far better than the Order of the Phoenix, which I found overly long and with a big plot flaw at the end. This one flowed perfectly.
Since in the past, I've been somewhat critical of Corb's mom, I do want to be fair, and mention that, it does appear that her complaints about the selling of her house do have a bit of validity. I'm only hearing scraps of stories here, so I really have no basis to say this with any certainty...however.
It appears that she is being asked to pay off a debt, but when she reasonably asks for paperwork to justify an increase in what she owes, she is told that that's none of her business. That, to me, doesn't seem completely fair. Even if it is family.
The biggest problem that I see with this whole situation is that Corb's sister-in-law has decided to serve as the realtor in this matter. Which means, she's trying to get Corb's mom to pay more of a debt, and then, after that debt gets paid off, pocketing a fee for the sale of the house.
Now that doesn't seem completely cricket. Is Corb's mom getting a break because of this arrangement? Doubtful. So, there's only one party benefiting from this parting of the ways, and it's not the one facing retirement. I'd need to learn more about what's going on, but as Corb says, it's probably best not to get involved. Still, I have greater sympathy for what his mother is going through, and I'm interesting in seeing how this turns out.
Writing status: 2006 edited draft of Amelia finished and changes input into master copy. Rob is on board and crafting illustrations. Two chapters to read through, one final time, for clarity. Two publishers identified, need complete ms. Three literary agents identified, moving forward with queries this week. Good forward motion.
Photos taken at the Polar Caves in New Hamster...