Sunday, 8 February 2009
taking the long road
Oh, it's been busy around here lately. I've been working a lot, driving the twisty-turny back roads again (now with added ice and slush and the occasional loose cow!!) and wishing I had a camera in my head somewhere I could just click and take pictures whenever I wanted.
(Or...I could just remember to take the frigging camera with me. It might work out better that way.)
I came around a corner, bucking the slush, minding my own business, and there, in the middle of the freaking road, was a COW. Not a dog, or a deer, or a moose (the government swears they're around here somewhere) but a COW.
And I blame Bear for this, but my first thought as I fishtailed around it? (Okay, besides holyshitholyshitholyshit) was We are so throwing out all that stupid venison in the freezer to make room for this BEEF.
And then I was past the cow (I swear we locked panicked eyes there for a second) and in my head I started hearing the theme song from Enjoli.* (I can bring home the bacon. BA DA DA DA DUM! Fry it up in a pan BA DA DA DA DUM.)
And I'm a little sad tonight because I found a couch I liked, and B HATES it. (Capital H, capital A....) We went to the farm market up on the long hill (no website, but a lovely, lovely place high atop overlooking the whole town, miles of fields, a few farmhouses....) for apples (the Cortlands in the grocery right now taste like wet sawdust) and in a corner were two couches and a chair. Sold in a lot for an unbelievable price. Kind of elegant, but still looking like a good place to curl up and dream...
But they were covered in floral fabric, and B balked. He also wants to be the first to put his bum-imprint in the cushions. I can accept that.
But soon he and I need to have a meeting of the minds over what we're getting, because damn it, I want a new couch.
Or at least one that's new to me.
*If you don't recognize this even after googling or YouTubing it, you are obviously too young to be reading this blog. But still pretty!