All is flux
A long-awaited Llama Blog update, but first a note from our sponsor:
Public radio is truly awesome-a passive listening experience while I'm driving in my car to get someplace else, whereupon I emerge from my plastic-and-alumninum cocoon better informed, entertained and armed with useful and engaging dinner party facts. Yay NPR! I should make a donation, I've been freeloading for far too long.
Greetings, Llama fans. I can't really account for my disappearance over the past month. I haven't really been studying (alas KS Bar exam is in a couple of weeks- what a silly venture. Since I've already paid for it and taken the time off, might as well fake it.) Spoke with sister-llama, "Well you gave it all you had to give it."
"not really," I demurred, "I gave it maybe 5%?"
"Well," she replied philosphically, "that's all you had to give." She is a wise sister-llama.
Have been getting squishier. If I was studying, I might have an excuse. But (see above) alas I don't.
Had some lovely Borg time on Friday night when Josh-Llama came home from St. Louis for Shabbat dinner. M. rode his bike from work to Chez Borg, I brough the bike rack from home in my trunk. After a delicious dinner involving much requested kasha varnishkes, we took chairs sitting in my mom's new fancy outdoor porch chair/recliner. Since they only have the one chair (with another on order), dadddy-llama suggested, "We're now taking applications for chair-timeshares."
I've been engaging in my new delight-early saturday morning trips to the Olathe farmer's market for strawberries that taste like strawberries, cucumbers that taste like cucumbers and tomatoes that taste like...ambrosia. (No, actually they taste like really yummy-tomato-y tomatoes.) Sadly, M. doesn't like any of these, so I get to eat them by myself :) I also really like the farmers. I try to buy something from each one of the stands (there are only about 10 or so).
Yesterday, brought M. to a "painting party" in which our friends R and D lured over their friends with beer and donuts and pizza to come help them paint their new house. M. was skeptical of the ploy for free painting services, but since of the two of us he's the only once who knows how to paint, I needed his assistance. Turned out, M. was a big help and lent his skills most amicably and productively to the effort. Of course, I "supervised." I begged M. to let me use the paintbrush to "cut in", but he didn't trust me. Still, I learned a surprising amount from observation, as well renewed my friendship with a gaggle of law school folks I hadn't seen in months. (I mostly communicate via emailed articles of interest from the NYTimes & NPR, thereby absolving me of the need to actually draft something as banal as a personal note.)
Last evening, we celebrated our friend Seth's 30th birthday with his family Kansas City-style: With BBQ. Probably ate too much food. Since I still haven't returned Seth's copy of "World War Z," I traded him more zombie lit in the form of "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies," which is the text of Jane Austen's classic romance, with random references inserted about Zombies, making the Bennet Sisters in world-class ninja-style zombie fighters. I know P&P by heart, so it was particularly entertaining to recognize which passages were subtly (and not-so-subtly) zombified. 'BRAINS!'
Other things: working (diligently), laundry(not so much), dishes (when we run out of clean ones) and chasing the cat around (but she has very important kitty things to do so is not entirely amenable to the procedure.)
Public radio is truly awesome-a passive listening experience while I'm driving in my car to get someplace else, whereupon I emerge from my plastic-and-alumninum cocoon better informed, entertained and armed with useful and engaging dinner party facts. Yay NPR! I should make a donation, I've been freeloading for far too long.
Greetings, Llama fans. I can't really account for my disappearance over the past month. I haven't really been studying (alas KS Bar exam is in a couple of weeks- what a silly venture. Since I've already paid for it and taken the time off, might as well fake it.) Spoke with sister-llama, "Well you gave it all you had to give it."
"not really," I demurred, "I gave it maybe 5%?"
"Well," she replied philosphically, "that's all you had to give." She is a wise sister-llama.
Have been getting squishier. If I was studying, I might have an excuse. But (see above) alas I don't.
Had some lovely Borg time on Friday night when Josh-Llama came home from St. Louis for Shabbat dinner. M. rode his bike from work to Chez Borg, I brough the bike rack from home in my trunk. After a delicious dinner involving much requested kasha varnishkes, we took chairs sitting in my mom's new fancy outdoor porch chair/recliner. Since they only have the one chair (with another on order), dadddy-llama suggested, "We're now taking applications for chair-timeshares."
I've been engaging in my new delight-early saturday morning trips to the Olathe farmer's market for strawberries that taste like strawberries, cucumbers that taste like cucumbers and tomatoes that taste like...ambrosia. (No, actually they taste like really yummy-tomato-y tomatoes.) Sadly, M. doesn't like any of these, so I get to eat them by myself :) I also really like the farmers. I try to buy something from each one of the stands (there are only about 10 or so).
Yesterday, brought M. to a "painting party" in which our friends R and D lured over their friends with beer and donuts and pizza to come help them paint their new house. M. was skeptical of the ploy for free painting services, but since of the two of us he's the only once who knows how to paint, I needed his assistance. Turned out, M. was a big help and lent his skills most amicably and productively to the effort. Of course, I "supervised." I begged M. to let me use the paintbrush to "cut in", but he didn't trust me. Still, I learned a surprising amount from observation, as well renewed my friendship with a gaggle of law school folks I hadn't seen in months. (I mostly communicate via emailed articles of interest from the NYTimes & NPR, thereby absolving me of the need to actually draft something as banal as a personal note.)
Last evening, we celebrated our friend Seth's 30th birthday with his family Kansas City-style: With BBQ. Probably ate too much food. Since I still haven't returned Seth's copy of "World War Z," I traded him more zombie lit in the form of "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies," which is the text of Jane Austen's classic romance, with random references inserted about Zombies, making the Bennet Sisters in world-class ninja-style zombie fighters. I know P&P by heart, so it was particularly entertaining to recognize which passages were subtly (and not-so-subtly) zombified. 'BRAINS!'
Other things: working (diligently), laundry(not so much), dishes (when we run out of clean ones) and chasing the cat around (but she has very important kitty things to do so is not entirely amenable to the procedure.)