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In Bad News

There was the biggest cockroach I have ever seen in my life waiting for me in my bathroom when I got home this evening. In Good News, it went for the window and I was able to let it out without any bloodshed or sleep lost. Also every single thing in my apartment is now clean and strongly scented of peppermint and tea tree oil. So really, not too bad.

One of the good things

… about being a climber is that when the light in my ten foot tall entryway goes out and I don’t have a step stool (or any other furniture, really), I can just mantle onto the quarter inch chair rail molding and stand on that to change the bulb. Yessss.


I’ve been doing a good job of avoiding the ruder people in this area as of late, but sometimes they are unavoidable. I was in Trader Joe’s, doing some snack shopping Monday night when it happened. The shelves were in disarray, and although I knew which nuts I wanted, I was having difficulty finding them. She stood there, practically on top of me, shoving her hand basket dangerously close to my face. I stood up to avoid losing teeth, and moved around her, excusing myself as I went. I moved along to the next shelf, still searching, and there was her basket again, in my face, and she huffed with undisguised impatience. I stood again, and looked directly at her. I’m so sorry, I said politely, I seem to be terribly in your way. She looked at me, vaguely surprised that I would even dare talk to her, and said through her nose, while reaching around me, I don’t know what you want from me, you’re taking forever. At that, I laughed out loud, and so did a woman slightly down the aisle. I walked away as she stood there shaking her head and looking only slightly perplexed. 

I don’t know about these people.

It Goes

That is the new thing to say about climbing. About a route, about a move, about a rock. It goes. How is the climbing? It goes. And not in an indifferent, shrug-your-shoulders kind of way, but in the sense that it moves, it goes along, it progresses. 

I like it.

I hung out with Troy last night, and together we worked an unoccupied wall on the far side of the gym. The beginning, he said, it’s rather tenuous, isn’t it? And I just looked at him. That, my friend, is a great word. Tenuous indeed, and how often does one get to use that word so casually? 

Sometimes it goes, and other times it is tenuous. 

Trying to

… eat a plum, but it’s more like pulverized plum pulp inside of a skin. Now I’ve got plum juice all down my chin and between my fingers, and this is why I generally only eat hard fruits like unripened pears and fresh apples. When I saw the plums at the grocery store they just looked so summery though, and I wanted one. Glad I got that out of my system. But seriously, it was delicious.

Trouble Sleeping

My brain, it has been doing weird things.

I stayed in a room with my mom for the wedding. When I woke up to the phone ringing Sunday morning, I knew where I was and how I had gotten there, but not who she was or what we were doing in the same room. I lay there, quietly freaking out, wondering how I ended up in a hotel room with a stranger. If she had looked over, I’m sure I looked terrified. I was planning my escape while she moved around the room and I slowly, slowly began to convince myself I did in fact, know this person. It took a long time for me to finally feel okay again. Weird.

Last night I woke at one am to the sound of someone (presumably one of my neighbors) in the hallway, sporadically spraying something. It was probably air freshener; she uses a significant amount of air freshener. My heart was swelling and I thought I might have a heart attack because I was somehow, beyond reason, convinced that whomever was in the hallway was there to spy on me. I lay there for the better part of an hour, totally silently losing it while this person fumbled around in the hallway. What the hell they were doing spraying things in the hallway for that long still remains a mystery, but whatever was going on certainly had nothing to do with me. I know that now even as I knew it then, but was unable to convince my brain otherwise.

We’ll see what tonight brings…

Three More Days

… until FOLK FEST. Snack shopping, check. Bicycle stuff, check. Miniature coffee and sunscreen, check. Sound check, check (who needs this?!). Changing up my stage itinerary for the hundredth time today, check. SO MUCH EXCITEMENTS, CHECK.

Who’s coming?

"Look at the tiny elephant!!"


Me, excitedly pointing at a discarded lawn reindeer, found while geocaching.

"I don’t think you know what an elephant is," was the bemused reply

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