Fire Irons

Sep 28, 2009 at 6:43 PM
Miranda: Mom, do you know what happened to the other fire iron, the one for picking up pieces of wood?

Me: Are you sure we own one? I don't think I remember that one.

Miranda: Yes, I remember it, it's rounded, and clamps on to the wood, with two handles.

Me: No, I don't know where it went. I don't remember it.

Miranda: Well, I can't find it. I know we own one because I was playing with it before.

Me: Well, that'd be what happened to it then, goose.

Miranda: Oh. (giggles)

Apparently, I've got a wayward fire iron somewhere. And a kid who probably is using it as a Barbie escalator or something.

An Unanswerable Question

Sep 10, 2009 at 5:09 PM
This last weekend I got to spend some time with my neighbor's kid's wife and her best friend. Long story short, the person I wrote about is a friend of the family of my neighbor, and her name is Joleen, like the song.

So Joleen is a sweet young blond, a few years younger than me, probably, with an eight year old boy and three girls all younger than that. Those three girls all look exactly like their momma.

My girls and her kids played together all weekend.

When I was down there, I got sick of listening to Joleen's husband Will cracking horribly crass jokes with one of the relatives who kept saying things like "who smelt it dealt it" and "boy, I oughta crack you upside the head" and the like. Neither Will nor the other guy are awful, but I wanted my solitude more than I wanted company that irritated me.

Joleen has been married twice, straight from high school on the first one. This one seems happy enough. They obviously love each other, even if Will is less than poetic with his words.

So, I started walking back home, and Joleen offered to come up with me.

Wel, OK. So up the hill we went. She cracked a joke about my hill being the perfect way for her to lose the baby weight, all she's gotta do is get one just like it and climb up it a few times a day.

When we arrived, I made coffee and we sat a bit.

She was watching me oddly, and so I got a bit uncomfortable.

She asked me plainly why I lived out here all alone. Wasn't I lonely?

I said yes, explained about the husband-thing not working out, but then I pointed out to her how much I loved it here, and that I was happy in my own skin, happy alone or with others.

I looked out the window and said "Look at all this. I have such a wonderful place to be."

I looked over to her looking for her response, and she was wiping tears away.

I left her alone with her tears and went to clean up a few things.

Why was she sad over my solitude?

I think it was either of two things, and I cannot for the life of me figure which of them is more likely...

Firstly, she might have felt sad for me being alone. Pity for me seems a bit harsh, but I could see why someone who has never been alone a day in their lives might feel it.

Secondly, she wishes she could say that she is happy in her own skin. Perhaps something in my life reminded her of something wrong with hers.

I have no idea which is correct.

On the one hand, I hope there is nothing wrong in Joleen's life that a simple conversation would bring up tears. But on the other hand, I find I'm not bothered at the idea that someone might not find my life to be enjoyable.

Joleen doesn't have to live it, I do.

Woah Nellie

Sep 8, 2009 at 6:46 PM
Life has been going a thousand miles an hour lately.

First, Shels came to visit, lots of stories there which shall remain between Shels and I.

Then it was ranch week, replete with all manner of relatives, most highly welcome.

Then we went to Yellowstone and bankrupted myself on beautiful vistas, gasoline, diner food and fridge magnets. Shels and the girls went on that one too. All the pictures are up on Facebook now.

So far that's Shelley, ranch week, Yellowstone.

Then Kat came for 5 days in the woods, and she posted LOTS of photos about that, I'm sure. I saw a few on her Facebook, maybe a few on her blog too? Dunno.

Then I had a few days to myself. During which I caught up on phone calls, work and started to catch up with what's been happening with everyone else.

So, now that's Shelley's visit, ranch week, Yellowstone, Kat's visit. Then rest fo a few days.

And this last weekend was the family reunion of my next door neighbor, kinda.

I say kinda because firstly they technically live in my front yard (in a trailer halfway down my driveway) and secondly because it was kinda a family reunion and kinda everyone they knew.

Including a logger I'd never met.

(For the rest of this story to make sense, you need to know that "Desi" is short for "Desiree". 90% of you already know that.)

So here's my Facebook exchange about this:

My Status update:
Some logger who looks kinda like Tom Selleck but NOT has been hitting on me because we're both single and Janey hinted to him that I like him - assuming of course that I do. Which I really really don't . This is when I need my best friends here to defend me from strange weirdos that my neighbors set on me out of the kindness of their hearts. Because apparently dating anyone is better than being single. What. EVER.

My comment on my status update:
Janey being my 65 year old neighbor - who's been married to the same man since she was 14. They're so sweet together and I made the mistake of commenting on it so now she thinks I want to be married right now. Again with the complicated country politics. Aak.

Kat says: I would beat that Tom Selleck logger man off with a stick for you.

((More random chat with my sister, phone calls, jokes, etc, but that's good enough. You get the idea.))


So today, my neighbor calls and says:

Janey: Have you seen the sign yet?

I'm wondering whether this is another of her attempts to converting me to a more christian religious persuasion again. As in "Have you seen the light yet?"

Me: uhm, no, Janey. What sign? You talking about the new sign for the ranch?

J: No, the sign, the sign. The one on the bear.

D: You mean the bear at the end of the driveway? The one the logger made?

J: That's the one. Did you see the sign? You need to go do something with it.

D: With what? What's the sign got to do with me?

J: I'll let you go check it out, and decide what to do with it.

Oh no.

So I walked down there with my girls, and they said, oh, now that's weird.




oh... kay.




It's a sweet gesture, but I'm not dating someone because of this kind of thing. I'm sure he's a great guy, but I'm not doing it. Just not.

I don't know - have never known what to do - with random, extreme gestures of love from people who don't know me from Adam.

It scares me more than it impresses me.

Although the bear is very nicely carved and very fun to have at the bottom of the driveway.

I took the sign off of it.

Janey tells me he named the bear 'Desiree' after me.

Anyone want an "I love you Desiree" sign?