Sneaky Friday

Oh, hello again, Friday unproductiveness…

OK, look, it’s not actually true that I haven’t been productive this week, but I feel like the blog has very little to show for it. So let’s do a little run-down of where we’re at, shall we?

On Tuesday, Carlos and I borrowed my dad’s truck and drove to Summit/Waller, in what I sincerely hope will be my last-ever visit to the greater Puyallup area. The reason we drove there, on a grand roadtrip mini-adventure with our adorable baby? We went to look at (and ultimately, buy) a van. A Chinook! It’s diesel, from the 80’s, but good-diesel-from-the-80s, not terrible-experiments-in-diesel-from-the-80s. At first, I thought it had some serious cigarette smell, but it turns out that was just the guy we bought it from (ick). Once we took the weird

I’m not going to lie – it’s smaller than our first apartment, and older than half my siblings, and I’m totally in love. Carlos is in the process of pulling out the nasty shag carpeting covering much of the walls (why, people? Can anyone tell me?), so we can re-insulate and re-upholster. I’ve started the epic game of downsizing-tetris whose ultimate goal is to fit our most needed necessities into the van (as yet without a name), and minimize the amount of stuff we end up putting in storage.

On Tuesday, we also bought a Dahon, a rather-snazzy folding bike, which turned out to be not quite what I thought we were getting. Live and learn, I suppose. It’s still super cool, in any case.

Wednesday: house cleaning. This house takes a lot of cleaning. Five adults, one super baby, 150 lbs of pets, oy. I think I did other stuff, but all I remember is chasing Rock and fighting an epic fight against pet hair and dirty dishes.

Yesterday I wrote a thing that I’ll be sharing with you, but it’s still in a too-much-ranting state. It’s also a little high on the “esoteric polyamory problems” scale, though I think it’s a really important thing for us to talk about. It’s a response to some language that has been popping up with increasing frequency in the conversations that Carlos and I are having with other people about poly and I think it’s an opportunity for some disambiguation, and dismantling of no-longer-useful conceptions. For now, let’s let it suffice to say that I have lots of thoughts about how we talk about things, and some grumpiness about self-appointed spokespeople doing things poorly. (yeah, that’s vague. Sorry.)

And then, I took an awesome walk in the post-rain dusk with my sweet husband and our first/practice baby, Dita Lily, then we hung out in our van, talking about our feelings. Because that’s how we do. And I have this to say: I LOVE OUR VAN!

And now, as if by magic, it’s Friday, again! It keeps sneaking up on me. I totally meant to tell you about how much fun we had throwing a 60th birthday party for one of the best people ever, and show you some pictures of the wisteria arbor, and I’m overdue to share some baby pictures. Like last year, I’m just about to finish a sweater project, right in time for summer weather. And, you guys, THE WISTERIA ARBOR! I want to live under it forever. I want to get married under there, perhaps retroactively.

But for now, I’ll just say that I hope the sun is shining where you are! It’s beautiful here, and we’re going to make the most of it. Love you!