two conversations
One real, the other imagined. Two days before Thanksgiving:
He (leaning out the passenger seat of a white van): “You’re bumper’s pretty dinged up. That’s my job. I fix up bumpers. Do you want me to fix up your car?”
Me: (locking driver’s side door): “No thank you, I’m fine.”
He: “Well, it doesn’t look fine!”
Last night’s dream, from which I awoke laughing:
Me (sitting in the back seat of a town car): “We’re going to Mir de pas”
She (unknown companion): “Mir de pASS?”
Me: “No, Mir de pAH. It does not rhyme with ass!”
before & after
I wanted to feel like I had accomplished something over the four day break. It’s all to easy to plant one’s ass on the sofa and stay there until it’s time to head back to work. Not this year, baby.
In the spirit of sharing that is NaBloPoMo I give you before and after, wherein I reveal that I’m not so organized in my personal space.
9:15 AM
4:10 PM
The fallout? 1.5 large bags of garbage, 1 dozen cardboard boxes of various dimensions, 1 brown grocery bag of paper for recycling and 30 minutes of shredding.
There was a bonus. Amongst the crap, I found the National Geographic Genographic test kit that someone gave me a couple of years ago. I’ve scraped the inside of my cheek twice, 8 hours apart and I’ll share the results in 6 – 8 weeks (perhaps that post can stand in for that of yesterday).
Onward!
gobble gobble
Derek hasn’t eaten meat since high school. I like to joke that I’m a baconetarian. You may scoff, but if we can live in a world with ovo-lacto pescetarians, then I will take pride in my baconetarianism. The truth is that I infrequently eat pork and beef. But once a year? I jump on the turkey train.
We don’t eat meat in the house, so days like today must be a magical adventure for our four-footed canine companions.
I’m not the only resident of Casa Chawazek who’s nodding off thanks to the tryptophan.
places
You’ll notice that I broke the NaBloPoMo spell last night. It was 7pm and it came down to posting or going out with Flickr peeps to celebrate the launch of Places (among other things). I promise that it was a tough decision and had nothing to do with the thought of a frosty beverage with my name on it.
If you haven’t checked out Places, you’re missing out. Here are a few of my favourites: Arches, Utah, Cherry Blossoms, Japan, Pere Lachaise, Paris, White Sands, New Mexico and Burning Man, Gerlach.
Oh, and if you’ve been geotagging your photos, you too can engage in a vanity surfing.
Otherwise, I own “chihuahua.”
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