We still don’t have internet at home, which is actually kind of nice. We have to find other ways to entertain ourselves and going to the bakery to be able to connect means I get to eat pastries! Perfect.
Chester, VT is still amazingly cute and also awesome. We’ve gone on little road trips and poked around Grafton and Springfield (where we ate a hot dog and some convenience-store-hot-roller taquito thing in the parking lot and watched the trucks bumble around) and did a goodly 2 mile hike.
What else?
Soon, Chester will tell you a thing!
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The thing that is true is
I live in a new state for the first time in my life.
Dang!
So what happened on our drive to Vermont? Well, we ate lunch at a picnic table near the dumpster at a Bob Evans. I had a screaming meltdown in the parking lot of a Days Inn next to the Toledo airport. I learned to drive a stick shift in Chicago, in Chicago traffic, during a Chicago rain storm. It was like Lake Michigan belched its whole self up into the sky and fell in great pleated sheets on us. I ate a lot of peanut m&ms. Chester didn’t puke.
It is obnoxiously bucolic here. It’s almost as if nature hired Disney to make this place all beautiful and Vermonty. The trees are just starting to change and it is amazing to watch. We live in a little town, a little cute rural town with a little bit of tourism and a lot of very cute everything!
Our truck had a squid
We live in a big, jumbly house. One part was built in the late 1700s and has been added on to so many times over the years. It’s all doors and stairs and halls. Our apartment is little but it’s cheap and we rented a storage space for most of our stuff.
Right out the front door (too bad about the power lines, it’s actually really awesome)
Obligatory pre-move-in apartment photos
Maddie
Obligatory moved-in-but-not-unpacked photos
Dogs in Nature
I live by this
We’re getting our plan together. I’ve started collecting resources and making lists of things we need to learn, we’ll spend the winter doing that. We’re also taking advantage of our (intentional) no-job situation and using that time to go out and explore. There’s a lot of hiking and investigating to be done. Mostly, right now we are tired, though.
There should be internet set up in our place this weekend, but I’m super loving the internet-accessing bakery up the road (because what I need in my life is more pastry).
Goodbye Goodbye
So so busy packing and moving and packing and trying to make dinner when the only things you have in your kitchen are a bottle opener and a tub of coffee beans.
There were 2 going away parties this past weekend and they were wonderful and sad. There are lots of photos and lots to tell but I don’t have time! So, here’s a quick and dirty and unlabeled set of photos.
Also, Viivi…
Holy crap! Time is flying faster than a monkey with a Milton Berle figurine up its own butt!!
We’re moving! We’re doing it!
This is where I would moan on and on about how much I hate packing and moving. I’ve already done that and you know that. So, please, take a minute to close your eyes and imagine how much I don’t like it. Now imagine it again!..
It’s going to be so much work but it will definitely be worth it.
The thing is, we’ve got a large, sort of nebulous goal and we’ve got a big, indistinct sort of map. We’re going to be trying a lot of new stuff and we’re going to have problems and make mistakes and screw shit up and stand up and try again.
Your smirks? I can see them. You’re not good at hiding them.
But, it doesn’t matter. David and I are a really good team and we’re excited! Except about the actual packing… we’re not excited about that. But you already know that.
The hardest thing of all? Leaving my sweet little niece! Every time I see her she is less of a lump and more of a person. I’m going to miss all those little changes.
How do I say goodbye to this?
Sigh.
Speaking of the moving and the goodbyes!! We’ve got 2 goodbye functions planned. If you haven’t seen them on Facebook and you want to join us please email, or ravelry message or facebook message or write your request on a 9×13 pan of brownies and get them to me and I will give you the details. We’ve got a bbq and pancakes!
BOOM!
Well, if you’re not and she isn’t then…?
Ladies, take a moment to think about your childhood and think about how other women characterize their own childhood.
I was a tomboy
I wasn’t girly
I did boy things
Almost all of my friends were boys
I never played with Barbies
I DID play with Barbie but I cut her hair and made her do boy things
What is this? Why is this?
Is being a girl a shitty thing to be? Do girls need to be told that they should strive harder to be like boys because girly things are what, exactly? Stupid? Fake? Worthless? Embarrassing? That the whole point of equality is to get away from GIRL and go be like BOY?
Of course there is the semantics part of this whole thing (because semantics is FUN). If ALL the girls are being like boys and doing only boy things wouldn’t is stand to reason that these activities are not BOY things but KID things? We moved a lot when I was a kid, but mostly groups of kids were mostly mixed but sometimes we would group up, girls and boys and go do different things. Also, someone’s mom yelled at me because I told her son that I hated his guts.
As a side question: where the hell did everyone grow up that there were always the ‘streams’ that the kids would go play in and catch tadpoles and get muddy and… whatever… whatever… the creek? We had a creek and pond nearby but it was so polluted, we never went in there. It’s always the stream and the tadpoles and learning and just like boys.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Why do we do this? Why do we find so much shame in pink? Is playing princess so much worse than playing war? What are today’s little girls hearing from us? That the only way to learn and explore is not with a dress but jeans? That there are no learning opportunities, no real fun, no real way to be a person until they put away the tiara and pull out the baseball hat? Why would you tell someone that?