Like the corners of my house, this corner of the Internet has collected dust in recent weeks. The only thing missing here — other than my presence — is a wad of pet hair, but frankly, my expectations and standards right now are pretty low, I wouldn’t even care if there WAS a dust bunny on this page.
And I usually hate dust bunnies very much.
But I’ve since decided dust bunnies add character. Let’s just say my house is exploding with character, thankyouverymuch.
I’ve also decided that folding and putting away clothes is absolutely pointless, and all of us — including me — are much happier pulling what we need from the clean laundry mountain in the family room. I barely recognize this part of myself, the part that no longer cringes at the clothing clutter, but I’ve literally thrown in the towel on this household chore. It was a good call. I’m much more sane.
And so it goes.
Martin is still in Delaware, completing his military service requirement. We spent the holiday weekend with him, visiting the Delaware beaches, enjoying the heat and sun, and recognizing that as far as military separations go, this one is a piece of cake. Yes, I’m exhausted at the end of the day. Yes, my writing and creativity muses are currently hiding from the dust bunnies, so I’m not writing as often. But Martin is just a few hours away, safely tucked away in a pretty nice hotel suite. He’s working on his college courses when not working on the flight line. We’ve seen him every other weekend. I know order, routine, and my muses will return when Martin comes home.
Life is good.
Dust bunnies, laundry mountain, and all.
This is probably the most time-warped, nerdiest Throwback Thursday picture I’ve posted yet! (Although that fourth-grade glasses pic is a close contender…) This is a screenshot from my iPhone, capturing the way the sky looked over Dayton, Ohio in March 1997, using the Sky Guide app which allows users to adjust the date, time, and location to see what the sky looked like at that particular moment in history.
Recognize that bright smear to the right? That was Comet Hale-Bopp, and it was a huge news story that year (for those of you on here who weren’t even born yet). In March 1997, I was about to turn 16 years old, so during the weekends I spent with my Dad at his apartment in Dayton, he took me on Wright-Patterson Air Force Base to practice driving the family minivan with my sisters fearing for their lives in the back. Those driving sessions always ended at Huffman Prairie — a big, flat field on the base where the Wright brothers practiced their early flights — so we could track the comet as it grew larger and brighter over time. Back then, the prairie was closed to the public: you had to know someone on base to get to it. Out in the middle of nowhere, away from the flight line and city lights, it was the perfect place to stargaze. How neat to be able to see all that again via an app on my mobile phone in 2014.