Let’s hear it for the last Friday in September! I am really, really ready for October. With the CNMC and the filming taking up two weeks of the beginning of the Fall semester, everything got off to a shaky start (read: my husband got more than a few “I CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!” phone calls, sometimes before 9:00 in the morning). I’m pretty much ready to just call September a loss and embrace the goodness that October undoubtedly holds for us.
Also, October is the month when I can get excited about having some reasonable weather. Here’s how it goes:
October 1. All excited that cool fall weather is just around the corner! –> Second week of October. Highs still in 90s every day. –> Third week of October. Still fighting heat stroke every time I step outside door. Falling deeper and deeper into pit of weather-related despair. Air conditioner blasting all day. Threatening to stop leaving the house altogether in protest of the sun and its hotness. –> Last week of October! Crazy cold front! All of us freezing in our Halloween costumes that we bought when it was 98 degrees but we don’t care! We can even pretend that the weather is going to stay cool for a while and that we won’t have our dreaded annual November will-to-live-sapping heat wave come through!
See? There’s hope.
Let’s start the weekend with a Mensa-style mindbender. If you like the one about how to get the fox and the chicken across the river, you’ll love this:
A very tired woman is walking out of ballet class with a 15-month-old and a five-year-old. The five year old trips and falls down. It takes the child a moment to collect herself and get up, and when she does she realizes that she’s fallen into an ant bed and is covered in fire ants who have all begun to sting her at once. The mother can’t set the baby down because there is a busy parking lot next to them, and the baby had previously established that she wanted nothing more than to run into the middle of it. The five-year-old’s clothes can’t be stripped off without great effort because she’s wearing a ballet leotard and tights, yet the ants are able to bite through them. The baby sees the parking lot in all its glory, and begins screaming and fighting to get down. Question: How does the mother get the ants off the child without setting down the insane baby?
P.S. I attempted to answer this question today, and got an F.
P.P.S. Throw in any suggestions for cream that soothes the pain of fire ant bites.
Joe put this bumper sticker on my car:
My first reaction was: That’s awesome. Then I started analyzing it, and I wondered if I should take it off. Did it seem to suggest that I am the Pope, rather than that I merely drive the Pope around? I imagined some car pulling up next to me at a light, a rosary hanging from the rear-view mirror, the driver rolling down the window and shaking her fist at me while yelling “HERETIC!” and then it gets really awkward because it turns out it’s someone I know from church and I try to explain that I’m not trying to say that I’m the Pope but rather that I drive the Pope around (which I don’t) (but I’d be happy to if he needed me to!) and then the light turns green and…Anyway. I think I fell asleep before I could finish my bizarre worrymare.
I never did decide what to do about it. It’s been on there for three months.
As usual, what I should have done before I got myself all overwhelmed earlier this month was to read Steven Pressfield’s blog. He is one of a handful of writers whom I suspect has had a microchip planted in my brain so that he knows what I’m thinking about at all times, and tailors each one of his posts to address whatever I’m struggling with at that moment. In this case, his post about how time is not our enemy is exactly what I needed to read. It was a refreshing smack upside the head to be reminded that we can inadvertently succumb to Resistance when we refuse to be patient and insist on getting it all done NOW NOW NOW.
I may have found the world’s oldest Pinterest user! A few days ago I forwarded this pin to my dad and told him to show it to my 98-year-old grandfather, who loves to cook:
Just this evening I got this, a picture of my grandfather’s remake:
Born in 1914, and he’s drawing inspiration from Pinterest. How awesome is that?
(He reports that his version is almost perfect, but he’s going to try another batch with lard. Mmmmmm.)
Speaking of Pinterest, someone forwarded Joe this pin and he promptly declared that it encapsulates my personality with such perfection that it’s eerie. If someone were to walk up to him and say, “Show me ONE item on Pinterest that sums up every single thing there is to know about your wife!” (which would be weird, now that I think about it, but anyway…) he would show them this:
If you could summarize yourself in just one pin, what would it be?