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Yankee Conspiracy [Aug. 5th, 2008|09:19 am]
So Mother Nature conspired with her minions to make me hate the DC even more. A visit up north where, as usual, I was hit with a visceral need to see rocks more often...craggy, jagged surfaces interspersed with rolling hills and winding roads and trees and sweeping grassy swales. Instead of flat, concrete, manicured green, flat, flat...you know.

Despite Her best attempts to deliver a breezy, warm but relatively not humid summer weekend, cleverly raining on us only when we had already decided that we were done with the Mystic Seaport and it was really time to head to Lenny & Joe's for the Purist Lobster Roll...I do remember that while it's NEVER as bad as down here, that this was not typical.

But golly, I do miss the breezes, the less than omigod-I-can't-breathe heat and humidity. Being just a 20 minute drive from sand and salt air. Having a backyard full of deer and turkey and redtails. (And ticks and biting flies and needing to bang the front door when you go out with the dogs at 3am so that the skunks do not get surprised.) I know.

But after a weekend of having your parents cater to you, having a cookout with old friends, getting half-bombed on Mojitos, birthday cake, family croquet, watching your nieces perform in a circus show, the charm of a 4-H fair, hanging out in a town where everyone knows you -- which for a weekend is fun and friendly....it's hard to come home to a house that's littered outside with construction detritus, cat puke and hairballs inside. With a lawn that need to be mowed, a clothes dryer that broke right before you left, and frankly, all of the stuff that you should have been home dealing with, instead of blithely tripping up north.

Don't mind me while I indulge in a half-day of "I hate my life" before I pull my big girl panties on and deal with it.

[User Picture]From: fountaingirl
2008-08-05 02:07 pm (UTC)
Oh no. I thought I'd gotten the cat barf up, I am sorry. Didn't want you to come home to that. Or else they decided to have yet another pukefest....

and I have deer in my backyard, you can come see any time you want

Glad weekend was good.
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[User Picture]From: terribleturnip
2008-08-05 03:42 pm (UTC)
With five cats, one geriatric and two long-hairs...every day is a pukefest at my house! Thank you so much for coming back to take care of them - I know you had LOTS of other stuff to do.

Don't forget if you have a library card, you can get online on their computers for an hour a day...
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[User Picture]From: lowlandscot
2008-08-05 02:34 pm (UTC)
I get that way every time we go visit John's dad, and then I remind myself the only jobs in southeast Alaska involve oil pipelines, deap see fishing rigs, gigantic chain saws, or tourists.

See you tonight at shanty sing? I'll bring a bottle of water in my purse just in case.
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[User Picture]From: giantsloth
2008-08-05 03:02 pm (UTC)
Speaking as someone who has cleaned up a lot of cat puke out of the carpet lately, there's a million dollar idea: an inexpensive specialized device that sucks up the barf (I envision something like a big inverted funnel) and then steam cleans and brushes the carpet back to its pre-barf state.

Welcome back.
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[User Picture]From: chellebelle74
2008-08-05 03:05 pm (UTC)
I'd pay for that even if it wasn't inexpensive. Effing brilliant that would be...
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[User Picture]From: terribleturnip
2008-08-06 01:25 pm (UTC)
Right now I'm considering big inverted funnel that sucks up the cats and returns my house to it's pre....sigh. Then they do something cute and adorable....
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[User Picture]From: stonethrow
2008-08-05 11:36 pm (UTC)
Now you know why I live in BFinE.

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