There was a beautiful lunar eclipse on Monday night and to celebrate Jen and I invented a delicious treat: The MoonShake.
It’s a milk shake topped with a round brownie. This one was a peanut butter milkshake, but it doesn’t have to be. Any vanilla based ice cream shake would do the trick.
I’ll let the pictures do the talking.
We now have a new tradition. Lunar eclipses will never be dull again.
Annnnnd we’re back!
This extended leave was brought to you by the WordPress 4.3.1 automatic update.
It’s almost comical. Every update that I do on WordPress seems to corrupt a file. The tragedy is that each of my attempts to fix the problem leaves small relics of disorganization inside my website’s organizational structure. My database is starting to look like those houses on the Horders TV show.
That said, I’m glad to be back. I have a few key posts in the works including THE SHED POST. Stay tuned.
I saw a house this morning that had its Christmas tree up. So many people get angry at early decorations, but when it’s still summer and someone puts up their Christmas tree you have to applaud their dedication to the holiday.
You know what’s a weird question to answer:
What is the most beautiful place you’ve ever thrown up?
Much easier is it to answer the question:
What’s the most disgusting place you’ve ever thrown up?
Every once in awhile I am stunned at the origin of an extremely obvious word. This week’s word?
I didn’t interact with hummingbirds until Jen and I put up a feeder last summer. It was a huge success and we regularly have a couple hummingbirds either sitting at or hovering around the feeder. Recently, we were sitting on the deck and a hummingbird flew up and hovered in front of us.
Only then did I realize that hummingbirds hum.
For me there is one very particular difference between a long and a short flight. It’s more potent then the time in the air, the TV in the back of the seat in front of you, the jet lag or the mediocre dinner options (“and for you sir? Pasta mush or chickenish bits?”)
It’s acknowledgment of the length.
On a 2-4 hour flight, I’m constantly looking at the time. How close are we? How much longer before descent? Why is this coffee so bad? For a 10-15 hour flight, I’ve skipped over the first four stages of grief and started right in at Acceptance. I’m cool with this flight. I know I’m going to be here for what seems like forever so let’s just try and enjoy the ride. Yeah, my seat is absurdly uncomfortable and I’m suffering from dehydration but this was expected. Oh, what? Well would you look at that! Only 6 hours left!
The same can be said about my current home project: Shed Construction.
The patio? the vegetable garden? Both small projects compared to this shed. Each of those small endeavors was a trial of sanity as I struggled with not meeting my personal deadlines and going over budget. But the shed? This is a PROJECT. It’s HUUUUUGE. It feels a lot like a 15 hour flight. This is going to take forever and it’s going to cost way more than I expect. So let’s just go with it!
I started planning the shed maybe 6 weeks ago. It’s been a slow trudge through the planning process: picking designs, buying supplies, and eventually starting construction. I’ve had help the entire way which has made everything much more pleasant. Dad D assisted with the foundation, Jen with the wood prep, and my father in law (Dad G) with the framing. It has been genuinely fun. Admittedly my scheduling has been overambitious but the project keeps heading towards its destination and right now I’ll likely get there before the first snow fall. And even if it goes past that? Totally cool. I recognize that this is the biggest construction project I’ve yet embarked on.
If you’re considering building a shed, I strongly encourage you to proceed. It’s far different from typical home projects and mostly in a good way.
I have a question.
Regularly when I interact with strangers they comment on my obviously Italian last name. It almost always comes from a fellow Italian and usually takes its form as some sort of positive association occasionally with Italian language thrown in.
“An Italian! Molto Bene!”
“Ahhh, your name ends in a vowel. That’s always a good thing.”
“DiDonato! Excellent name!”
Really, these are pretty odd statements. I always presumed that they were just a form of small talk focusing on a shared characteristic. But recently I wondered: do other cultural names illicit the same kind of responses? If you’re last name is Muller do Germans on the street applaud your shared heritage? How about French with Archambault or Irish with O’Sullivan?
Any experience on this matter from the readership?
My sister is expecting another child! Woo! Congrats Sis!
In light of the thoughts of another tiny person in our extended family, Jen and I were playing a name game on a recent long car drive connecting names with parts of speech.
It started simply enough: go back and forth naming different names that were nouns or homophones for nouns: Rose, Sander, Ray, Grace, Skye, Mason, Penny
Then? Verbs or homophones for verbs:
Chase, Peter, Bill, Mark, Josh, Chuck
BUT! The real excitement came when we started looking for names that are also ADVERBS or homophones for verbs.
Reminder: an adverb describes a verb, like the words quickly or sneakily.
After two hours or so I came up with one such name. Can you think of it (or others?)