Happy things
Yesterday I was running in the woods with the boys. Leaves are at peak, with vibrant reds and golds and oranges everywhere. Small Boy was wearing red pants and an orange shirt and got ahead of me around a corner. I lost sight of him for a moment and then he popped out from a log. "I was camouflaged!" There are not a lot of times and places a child wearing orange and red could say that and have it be true.
One of my goals for this twelve-week period is to move myself along towards my goal of deer hunting. This morning I opened the paper to see an ad: "Local licensed gunsmith will mount your scope!" Sometimes the Universe just provides. Also, my hunting license came today. Last week I was invited to sign up for a women's only deer hunt - which I did with alacrity. Score! I love it when I turn something I have no idea how to do into something I *can* do.
This morning a friend called. "I've got a front-end loader rented for the day, want anything done with it?" Why, yes. I want a hole dug in a wet part of the yard. I've never really known why that part of the yard is so wet. Run-off from the hills? A spring? I don't know, but figured digging a little pond would give the water a place to drain to. I'm absurdly lucky that a front-end loader just showed up to dig me a hole. It's a prodigious, impressive, hole-like hole, too. It's filling up with water as I write this. I'm thinking there's a spring there. I've got some landscaping thoughts to think about this. Perhaps it's about to be a goldfish pond. One of my most fervent TEOTWAWKI wishes is to have access to water. How cool would it be if I've got a spring?
Also: the electric bill came. We've reduced our kilowatt usage from 34 kWh/day to 25 kWh/day over the past year. We're paying 18.3 cents a kWh so that saves us about $50/month. It's getting harder now to find new ways to cut it, though. I suspect part of the savings comes from having C. off at college. Four people really does use less electricity than five.
Last night had just me and Small Boy at home. I decided to take him to the movies. I'm not one for flippant money spending, but Small Boy loves the little luxuries of the movies and I love Small Boy, so yesterday I freed up a twenty and took him to see the movie he's been begging to see, "Beverly Hills Chihuahua." I even bought him a kid's combo of popcorn, candy and soda. Small Boy thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Walking home he hugged and kissed me repeatedly, truly happy. He loves his mother. I love him. But, for the sake of all that is good and holy, do NOT go see that awful movie if you are over the age of nine!
One of my goals for this twelve-week period is to move myself along towards my goal of deer hunting. This morning I opened the paper to see an ad: "Local licensed gunsmith will mount your scope!" Sometimes the Universe just provides. Also, my hunting license came today. Last week I was invited to sign up for a women's only deer hunt - which I did with alacrity. Score! I love it when I turn something I have no idea how to do into something I *can* do.
This morning a friend called. "I've got a front-end loader rented for the day, want anything done with it?" Why, yes. I want a hole dug in a wet part of the yard. I've never really known why that part of the yard is so wet. Run-off from the hills? A spring? I don't know, but figured digging a little pond would give the water a place to drain to. I'm absurdly lucky that a front-end loader just showed up to dig me a hole. It's a prodigious, impressive, hole-like hole, too. It's filling up with water as I write this. I'm thinking there's a spring there. I've got some landscaping thoughts to think about this. Perhaps it's about to be a goldfish pond. One of my most fervent TEOTWAWKI wishes is to have access to water. How cool would it be if I've got a spring?
Also: the electric bill came. We've reduced our kilowatt usage from 34 kWh/day to 25 kWh/day over the past year. We're paying 18.3 cents a kWh so that saves us about $50/month. It's getting harder now to find new ways to cut it, though. I suspect part of the savings comes from having C. off at college. Four people really does use less electricity than five.
Last night had just me and Small Boy at home. I decided to take him to the movies. I'm not one for flippant money spending, but Small Boy loves the little luxuries of the movies and I love Small Boy, so yesterday I freed up a twenty and took him to see the movie he's been begging to see, "Beverly Hills Chihuahua." I even bought him a kid's combo of popcorn, candy and soda. Small Boy thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Walking home he hugged and kissed me repeatedly, truly happy. He loves his mother. I love him. But, for the sake of all that is good and holy, do NOT go see that awful movie if you are over the age of nine!