Category Archives: Quickthoughts

Sub-par

Jen noticed yesterday that ‘sub-par’ is typically a bad thing. Unless it’s golf. If you’re sub-par you’re actually doing pretty great.

A new painting idea.

I was chatting with Kurt about how I needed a piece of artwork in our music room above the piano. Kurt had an amazing suggestion: Prince.

prince

But, I think I might prefer to try and paint a version of this to hang. I love this idea truly and completely.

A visiting family to the neighborhood

We had a pair of pileated woodpeckers visit us this past month! Pileated woodpeckers are pretty rare. They are the woody woodpecker type of woodpecker with its big red mohawk. The things are HUGE. Adults can be between 16 and 19″ tall. DANG. Think about that for a minute.

I’m grateful that we happened to be glancing out the window when they came through. Yet another bird to check off in our peterson’s guide! (thanks Mykal!!)

The Night and Day of Illness

It’s amazing to me how easy it is forget the miseries of physical sickness. I’m coming off a nasty seven day cold that brought a few flu and pneumonia symptoms to the party. It was MEGA gross. But now that I’m on the up and up I’ve pretty much forgotten all misfortune. Any sort of physical discomfort is forgotten SOOOO quickly. Yet, I am still haunted by that time in 9th grade when I mispronounced the word “Adidas” in front of the whole class. What’s the deal?

To Splurge

At the grocery store this morning we decided to buy some macaroni and cheese – and we opted to splurge for the store brand over the orange ‘great value’ brand.

Is it strange that we splurge for the store brand?

Beaches.

I find it somewhat strange that in the summer we go to the beach and promptly erect structures (tents, umbrellas, beach blankets, chairs with drink holders) to protect ourselves from the beach.

Well. That’s weird.

For months, maybe even years, I have been perplexed by a callus that unassumingly sits on the right side of my left forefinger. There’s a slightly less pronounced callus in the same spot on my middle finger. But I could not begin to grasp where this callus came from.

Suddenly yesterday I caught myself biting my finger. What?! THAT’S REALLY WEIRD. Apparently when I’m thinking while in a sitting position I will casually bring my left hand to my face and rest my teeth against the right side of my forefinger, and more rarely my middle finger.

I acknowledge that this is completely bizarre. Perhaps now that I have spotted the habit, I can defeat it.