I am about to do something drastic. Something I swore I would never, ever do. I have to admit now, in the past, that my opinions of people who indulged in the activities I speak of were unfair> I was not in a similar position. Now I know. I am about to embark upon something for which I am totally unprepared, and which just might kill me.
This weekend, Ed and I are going camping.
Allow me to explain. I do not camp. I have never camped. My idea of camping involves the Hilton, maybe a Best Western or even a motel. 'Roughing it' means dealing with tiny bottles of shampoo. I love the ourdoors; I, however, am not exactly a creature who thrives in the wild. I love a good hike, love being outside, but at the end of the day I want a bed with sheets and a hot shower.
And yet here I am, packing a cooler and the tent Ed hasn't used for years, trying to figure out how many socks I need, and contemplating not bathing 2 days. It's a short trip -- Friday night to Sunday morning. I am nervous.
I am also very excited. I like alcohol, flame-cooked hotdogs and marshmallows, which, as I ahve been informed, form the Holy Triumvirate of camping food. I am looking forward to reading outside and seeing some beautiful scenery and maybe sticking my toes in a real actual lake that wasn't built so that some rich jerk might have lakeside property in the desert. the idea of sleeping in a tent is greatly appealing. the idea of trying, and failing, to tan even sounds a bit fun. So, though I go with a great deal of trepidation, I find myself getting quite excited by the prospect this trip. I might even survive, if the mosquitos don't eat me.
In other news, my brother has gotten a job that he actually seems to like and is busily hunting for an apartment. It's bene painfully, ridiculously hot for a week. I rewrote approximately 40 pages of poetry for THE THESIS and feel prety damn good about it ( handing in 60 pages of critical work recently also really improved my mood). Due to a tragic accident involving the 80s being channelled through a pair of scissors, I have very short hair (trust me -- cutting it all off was far better a prospect than leaving it all on. Think boufant. With terrible huge punk bangs. Yeah. No.). Plans for a certain August 3rd are going very well -- I am the most devious person alive. Prof. X even let me measure the circumference of his head. It's going to be GLORIOUS -- you'll all know what I mean very soon =)
Finally, I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome two awesome little people into the world: Jeremy Leipert and Natalee Caple's twins, Cassius and Imogen. Weighing in at around 4 1/2 lbs apiece, their arrival has caused all manner of panic of the most welcome and joyful kind. I can't wait to meet them in person -- and they may come home soon. So exciting? Though their presence in the house may cause my ovaries to actually strangle me.
Between my ovaries and the mosquitos, pray for me.