Jun 11 2010
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.
