Sunday, January 31, 2010


It happened a couple of weeks ago--I came home from work and sat down at our computer. All around me there were piles of unfiled paperwork, computer parts Kris keeps "just in case," plastic tubs of office supplies and paper...in short, the room was a complete mess. By the time Kris came home from work an hour later, the bee was in my bonnet. I marched him straight out the door and into a rush-hour drive down to the Draper Ikea.

Poor guy never even knew what hit him. Four hours later and some quantity of money less wealthy, we were home with our furniture and a 12-hour assembly job. I felt pretty guilty about my spendthrift ways at the time, but the end result is much nicer. What do you think? I know, I know...I have an indulgent husband!

I'm telling you, that chair is like sitting on one of Heaven's clouds. Oh, the ergonomic design! And we're pretty excited that the bookcase liberated our books from their boxes in our basement.

The furniture to the left of my favorite chair is actaully a filing cabinet. It also houses computer stuff.

I decided to shoot the tile mosaic in our entryway while I was photographing the new furniture...Hunter wants you to know that this is his house too :)

Tuesday, January 26, 2010


It’s 4:00 am and we are sleeping in our very own bed. My dreams are about something exciting, like folding socks. Kris rudely interrupts them with a seizure. A massive, arms flailing, legs thrashing, ragged-breaths when breathing seizure. And he’s screaming. Not a lady-like piercing wail, just mortified eight-year-old girl-with-a-spider-down-her-shirt screams. I’m pretty withit when suddenly awakened, so I’m all calm and cool about the whole thing. I (calmly) grab Kris by both shoulders to pin him down and shout in his face, “Kris, Kris, Kris, what’s wrong with you?” See what I mean? I’m cool like that (yeah, I’m cool like that…). Actually, I’m more frightened than I’ve ever been in my entire, accident-prone life. My beloved husband is dying and there’s nothing I can do about it. Kris goes limp.

And then he wakes up. He wraps his arms around me and I’m shaking uncontrollably. We cling together, our hearts a galloping colt and filly bent on some strange finish line. After a few minutes, I work up the courage to ask him what happened. Me, mutilated. His mom and dad in a car crash. Boiling lava scorching his feet like dry tree roots. I picture all of these things. What dream must he have dreamed to react like that?

I ask him. He pauses. Then answers: “Well it started out with our mission to Mars—”
And thus began the longest giggle fest of our marriage, to-date. Blame the adrenaline, but it makes the “Top Five Funniest Moments” list. Kris’ horrific nightmare was this: He went on a mission to mars. They were mapping out the terrain. He looked over at a sandstone ridge in the distance and saw…the horror that made him scream…a petro glyph of an alien face.

I think that we giggled (and scanned our walls to make sure there were no crude drawings of extra-terrestrials) for an hour before I went back to folding socks. As my (very manly) Kris says, “Some kids have nightmares and wake up screaming when they’re one year old. Some kids have nightmares and wake up screaming when they’re twenty-five.” For me, I think three things: 1) I hope our kids someday take after their father—then we can enjoy peaceful childhoods and send them off to husbands and wives who can deal with their nightmaring, 2) We are definitely not watching any more B-rate sci-fi movies on the ten channels we get with our homemade TV antennae, and 3) Being married to your best friend is pretty dang sweet!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Simple Math



An emergency trip to the vet ($119)

Monday, January 11, 2010

Book Report

So after a fall of young adult literature (I use that last word loosely), I’ve recently gone through a glut of more sophisticated reading material. I thought I’d share some books and my thoughts on them with you. Overall, I liked them all well enough to mention them here. A disclaimer: My education and employment have ruined my entertainment. All these years of practice in the vein of “What I really liked about your story…but to take this to the next level, I would…” have rendered me incapable of just reading a book. I read with an imaginary red pen in hand, ready to gut every cliché and route each offending adjective. Every time. So, sorry if this all seems a bit too critical. It’s ok if you want to stop me and just say, “Get an imagination will you!” Kris does it all the time. I can’t help it that Avatar’s scriptwriters are the literary equivalents of stale white bread.
And now, the books…

Life of Pi, by Yann Martel is a pretty decent read. It’s the kind of book that you learn something from and I always like feeling a little smarter après story. One complaint and one commendation: It sometimes reads entirely too much like you’re inexplicably eavesdropping on a Philosophy 1010 class, but the ending is masterful. I’m still trying to puzzle it out, to tell the truth, and that’s saying something.

The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak
I’m not ready to jump on the “best book of my changed life” bandwagon with this one. But I liked it. The narrator as Death poses some interesting possibilities, but in the end the conceptual difficulties of the idea outweighed the novelty and intrigue for me. Some people have complained that Zusak tries too hard with his similes and metaphors; in spots, I agree. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m stuck in seventh grade or something, but at this point I’m just happy to find a young adult author who is trying to be literary (and often succeeding). In the world of Team Edward, I’ll forgive a few instances of overzealousness in the pursuit of art.
I do have one big beef with the prose—too many short, simple sentences for emphasis. After enough repetition, there is no emphasis. Didn’t Zusak’s editor tell him that? It’s a neat story, though, with some definitely inspirational moments.

So Brave, Young, and Handsome, by Leif Enger
This book’s just fun. It has a serious side, but never too serious, and in general it’s a sort of tongue-in-cheek, Western lark. I read it over the holidays, when things were crazy busy, and I think that was to the book’s detriment. I think this one is best read on a rainy afternoon in a couple of hours, not a chunk here and a chapter there. When I checked it out, the library only had it in Large Print. I highly recommend the large print--not just for geezers, anymore :).

The Turn of the Screw, by Henry James
This is a tough one to get into. The governess who narrates for the majority of the novel is annoyingly dense, but that’s part of why I like this book. It’s loaded with the kind of paranoid-but-could-be-true stuff that I think we all wrestle with sometimes. (Oh, fine, I don’t ever think I’ve seen the ghosts of teachers past, preying on my students…that’s not the stuff we all see. But I think most humans experience a daily disconnect between perception and reality to some degree…). Kind of a fun ghost story.

Friday, January 8, 2010



grey woman
in thick


s t r e t c h

the dark

into light