Where Does The Time Go???

I can’t really even remember when I last posted something – I remember that it hasn’t been for a week or two, though. Sheesh. (Sadly, the reason I know that is because I don’t think I’ve been back to the gym since then.)

Well, last week was fairly generic, until Friday. Friday was interesting in several ways. First off, I started the day at a military installation, delineating wetlands. In the middle of a firing range. Normally, when we do this kind of field work, it’s very peaceful, and you’re trekking through the woods, with the sound of the wind rustling the leaves, and little else. But when you’re constantly hearing the sound of rifle fire at adjoining ranges (we, OBVIOUSLY, checked in with Range Control, so no one was using the range we were walking around in that day), it does kind of take away from that Zen feeling that you might otherwise have. It was also raining – the rain isn’t actually a bad thing, and can be soothing and generally not bother me. I brought a raincoat, albeit one not particularly suited for said trekking, but it kept me dry, so that was fine. But it was also c-o-l-d, which make otherwise-tolerable-if-not-enjoyable rain kind of miserable. But at least my hiking boots and wool socks were keeping my feet nice and dry and toasty. For about an hour, which is how long it took me to submerge my feet completely in a wetland of some sort that was deeper than it looked. I didn’t do it to both feet at the same time, so for a while I had the curious sensation of one dry, warm, and toasty foot, with the other feeling cold and wet and squelching every time I took a step. But then I stepped in *more* water that went up to mid-shin, and they were even.

I should have worn my waders. (Yes, I have waders. I bought them for work.)

It took me three hours to get home after we left on Friday, which forced me to move back dinner plans with friends. Thankfully, they were flexible. Special K had another engagement that night, and so he met up with us afterwards, and we decided to head back to my place. While sitting around chatting, Brunette arrived home, and we were all talking, having a lovely time…when someone shattered our living room window.

We don’t know how or why or with what, but glass came flying in, and if the curtains hadn’t been drawn, there’s a good possibility that Special K and I would have had to go to the emergency room to get sewn up. There are so many things that are messed up about this, but so much to be grateful for – no one was hurt (not even sleeping kitties, who like to curl up under the window), we were home so no one broke in, and the damage wasn’t worse than it was. But it still scared the living crap out of us, and we live in a generally safe area, so this was a surprise, to say the least.

We called the police who arrived promptly, but couldn’t do much of anything. There was a roving band of 12-year-old boys out by themselves at 11 pm on a Friday who were hanging in the vicinity of our house, and when I asked them if they’d seen anything, their answers were too quick, and too inconsistent to make me really believe that they didn’t see anything, or didn’t have anything to do with it. However, I certainly can’t prove anything, and perhaps I’m being unfair. Regardless, I do wish I’d had the presence of mind to say “well, that’s okay – we’ll just check the tapes” when they were telling me conflicting stories of what they did or didn’t see.

The best part was that our window didn’t get fixed until Tuesday afternoon, meaning that Brunette and I had to take turns babysitting the living room. This was made all the more fun by the fact that I’m house-sitting at the moment, so there was a lot of back-and-forth and some general logistical headaches.

Needless to say, I asked Special K if anyone had ever broken crap at *his* house, to which he replied no, no vandalism that he could think of. So while our living arrangements, post-nuptials, are still up in the air, I have a feeling that investigating the possibility of remaining at my current address has been stricken from the list.