July/August Things.

All the things that I can remember off the top of my head at 6:12 am (so probably not even half the things. But a selection of things nevertheless). Enjoy my mundane update!

- The night before last I was woken to a "uhhh ... Kaitlyn the trampoline is gone." And that woke me up in a jiffy. It was a ragingly stormy night and despite being extensively tied down with sailing grade rope, our trampoline did a runner. And we couldn't see it anywhere. So we spent the rest of the night panicking that either a) it would hit our house, b) it would hit someone else's house, c) it would go onto the road, or d) it would hit a lone cow. To be honest, we were hoping someone just decided to steal it, rurally, in the middle of a storm. Alas, the next day we woke up to find it in a ditch down the road. Key: not on the road, praise be. It's completely destroyed, but we're just relieved that nothing bad happened! Our toddler, on the other hand, was less tolerant of the situation. Poor dot!

- Our house, like our actual house that's just a dream in our heads and a sketch on the wall, is progressing terribly. Like not at all. And it's actually going backward at some points. But more on that later. I'm trying to be all ~ good vibes only ~ right now. We're hoping that we'll be living there by the next Olympics.

- I've been having a hard time writing lately because I'm just so angry about the state of the world and inequality and climate injustice. And so whenever I try to write anything, it basically just turns into an angry, incoherent rant. And I'm getting bored of those. So I'm just going to end this bullet with this incredible piece from the NYT, which gave me all the feels and did absolutely nothing to abate my anger: https://www.nytimes.com/2021/06/18/style/modern-love-fathers-day-where-are-all-the-wild-things.html

- I want to be a science communicator, but I'm too angry about everything. Gotta try to channel our First Lady, Siouxsie Wiles, and remain, calm, classy, and passionate. Somehow. I'll report back on how that goes.

- Lately, we've been spending a lot of time at the beach and the river, and both are lovely. Puddle hunting is a regular, winter activity in our household. We also have so much snow on the hills that you can see from our house which is very cool.

- I can't wait to have our own garden, someday. And to grow watermelons. Mainly that.

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