I seem to only be able to think in burst of random lately. And I'm sorely plagued by it. But then I remember it's mid-February, the 9th month of winter pregnancy, and I'm fully into hibernation mode. Because just like the 9th month of pregnancy, I firmly believe winter really will last forever and I will never be warm again. And it affects how I think and function (or not) and I get horrible tunnel vision.
I spent part of the weekend shopping for summer clothes for both Sammy and me and I can't wait to wear them. He's also the recipient of some very cool Darth Vader jammies that I wish were adult sized. But, again, that may be because they are shorts and hold promise of spring in addition to being cool.
We went to a very fancy six course Valentines dinner last week. It was a set menu and not our normal picks, but fun. Isaac tried oysters and caviar (I did not...). We had the BEST red pepper bisque I've ever tasted and had duck confit on a bed of sweet corn puree that was amazing. Knowing what we know now, we would have done a few things differently (like, uh, dress up a little?), but I'm still glad we went. I often don't think we take advantage of things as we should.
I've started combing through apartment listings to find some place to stay on our upcoming vacation. It's a mind-numbing task that isn't bearing a whole lot of fruit. Every time I find a place that's doable, it's booked. And the ones that aren't booked have a flaw. I think I may have found something, and am just waiting to hear back. A kitchen for the week would just be such a bonus and my fingers are crossed. Sammy is just excited to go see a volcano (his new obsession) and I'm hoping there will be a visitor's center open for him.
We're getting another sporting goods store here in town. Like we need another. I wish we were getting something more fun, but...We're clearly not worthy.
My sister was telling me of someone who dreamed of a $2500 sink. We both agreed that was the very definition of being irresponsible and morally really wrong - whether or not you could afford it. And that lead me to thinking about what I DO spend my money on - travel and clothes. I'm all over the place in regards to shoes and clothes. Both for me and for Sammy. And I wish I could be more open to used clothes, but...alas. My OCD kicks in and I can't seem to jump that hurdle. No matter the adorable stuff my sister finds. But I'm not only name brand stuff, either. I grew up in a town of zero shopping, so I know how to scour and put stuff together and my eclectic collection clearly reflects that. I don't know where I'm going with this. Other than a $2500 sink better come with a freaking house fairy that does all the dishes and tells me I'm the most fair in all the land.
(new life, dm)