Ok, so it’s been an entire (well almost) month since I last said “I’m back”… I wonder if I mean it this time.

Probably.

I’ve been discouraged by my modem’s lack of reliability. It’s been almost completely stable today, though. I’ve only had to sign on twice to finally check my email. I’ve got loads of web-work to do, and hopefully I’ll be able to get the stuff done.

I’ve been discouraged in general lately. I think it might be the heat, becuase I’m usually in good spirits early in the morning and in the evening or on unusually cool days. I love summer because I can go out without my arms covered, but I think this whole heat thing gets just a wee bit carried away. Poor Chewie, he’s had heatstroke ( I think ) a couple times this summer. But we’ve been keeping him cool with fans and bricks of ice and such (you know those blue plastic freezie blocks, yeah those ones you put in the cooler to keep your beers freshy fresh).

We found some neat already-put-together platforms and railings of wood in the junk pile in the woods. (For several years, all the people, well most of them anyway, who have lived in this house have put their strange junk in the woods… there are blue tarpaulins, old tires, weird metal barrels, snowmobiles, old tile bits, garden tools, etc, etc) We’re thinking of using them to build a platform in the tree that stands next to the deck and shades the southeastern side of the house. I think it would be way fun to have a little flet in the tree.

I’ve been reading and watching a little too much Lord of the Rings lately (just like every summer) and I’ve become obsessed with being an elf. No, not REALLY being an elf with pointy ears and stuff, but I’d like to know how to do the things they did, like build and float around in canoes, or make rope, or do archery, or know about the woods and plants and stuff. yeah. So, of course I’m plotting out how we’re eventually going to live in a tree. Jesse’s game. Of course two summers ago, when I was obsessed with being a Hobbit, he went along with my plans to live in a hobbit hole. So, when my next whim strikes me, I’m sure he’ll go along with that, too. Of course, I don’t think he’d like it very much if I decided that it would be a great idea to live in an obsidian tower in the middle of a mile diameter walled in valley.

Posted by Babs @ 08/29/2003 11:00 PM EST