Camel Toes & Moose Knuckles

Too busy to write. Moving from VT in two days. Sad.

I’ll miss:

• My barn
• My neighbors & landlords
• My MAT 41 buddies
• SIT’s chocolate chip cookies
• Lightning bugs
• The pond
• Cheddar
• Seasons

I won’t miss:

• The colony of bats in my wall
• Drivers on country roads
• Having every second crammed with impossible deadlines
• Northeastern skeeters

Here are some decontextualized quotations I’ve picked up over the past couple of weeks.

“I really wanted it to be grammarically correct.” — Airline ticket agent

“Women carry their pregnancies differently. I happen to carry mine in my chin.” — Eleni

“I thought you’d be all about the camel toe.” — Lauren when she heard I didn’t know what a camel toe was

“This is your fire captain. We’ve got an all-clear on that fire alarm. Please disregard this and all future fire alarms.” — Over my room’s loudspeaker in a NYC hotel

“Whoah, it really IS a hot dog.” — Ginna

I had a fun morning yesterday. I found a click beetle in the bathroom and we played together for a while. I’d flip him over, he’d wiggle his legs frantically in the air and then — click — over he’d go, usually but not always back onto his feet. One time he clicked into a puddle of water so I let him crawl onto my fingertip, carried him outside, mopped him up with my t-shirt hem, and set him free. So long, Clickie.

Last night: mini-MAT 41 potluck at Jess’s and Sam’s. Good: laughing; amazing food; learning what a moose knuckle is. Bad: more goodbyes.