More from the moose

Well, I am still waiting to get my netbook, which means my computer time is focused elsewhere (it may be the one area of my life where i “listen” more than i flap my gums.)  A lot of my deep thoughts continue to be unbloggable which means there’s not much time or energy remaining for this effort. Mr Moose and I have passed the second of our second anniversaries. He is back at the unviversity for courses a few days a week this semester, and I am going to have to adjust to having a lot less of his attention. Fortunately, this won’t last indefinitely, but I have some getting un-spoiled to do.

After almost a year in chez moose, we are finally giving up trying to have a house-warming party, not having been able to herd our friends into anything approaching a scheduling concensus, and we are having an “open house” afternoon next weekend. I have had to explain the whole concept about 50 times now, but it looks like friends from over an hour away are coming down and I am tres, tres excited because we haven’t seen them in almost a year.

I have had a few bad days at work recently. I do not seem to be focussing on the important things in my writing and it’s managable when I have had the sense myself that it was cruddy, but once in a while, I have really “knelt into it” as the Germans would say, only to have it completely restructured, and correctly so. Disconscerting. I am actually terrified that I will be fired. I was relatively successful in school and in my earlier jobs and have not yet worked out how to deal with failure. Or overdramatising, which I might well be doing right now.

But the next two days are going to be stressful! And we’re going out for dinner on Wed. pm and Thursday we are doing panicked shopping because Friday we are going to a Halloween party. And Saturday, EVERYTHING is closed. Not having a day off, myself, I totally forgot about the holiday when scheduling said open house. BIG mistake. Now, everything must be planned perfectly by Wednesday night in order that Saturday baking go according to plan. Now I am a girl who needs to be able to tell Mr Moose – “hey we just ran out of X, can you go get me some more”.  I am a cancer. We will have enough flour for 50 people, cause that is just how I roll, if I know I am not going to be able to go to the store.  As crazy as this week is set up to be, it is kind of exciting to sort-of have a social life.

been a long time

Still alive, still kicking and as I type there is a bit of Inspector Lund going on in the background. If I don’t hurry up and get episode 5 watched by tomorrow, it will be deleted from ZDF’s mediathek and I will be clueless when I sit down to watch episode 6 (of 10) which will be shown tomorrow night way, way after my bedtime.

Life as a working girl, um perhaps I best try that again. Life as an employed person continues apace. I have limited time in the evening to blog, I am usually much too busy trying desperately to keep track of other people’s blogs. We also do nothing on the weekend other than a bit of cleaning and I drive Mr. Moose bonkers vacuuming. I spent pretty much all of today getting caught up on blogs and message boards and now, here I am with a photo or two taken positively ages ago.

Going up?

Safety first!

While hiking in August we came across this system at a mountain bike club. The ski lift is used to haul the riders and their bikes up the hill and then they have a choice of many different paths down the hill. This was the only padded path we ran across. The club also had their “club house” at the top of the hill. If we hadn’t packed our own lunches, which we ate once our death march up the hill was finished, we could have stopped in. Mr. Moose has yet to meet a Zeilbahn he doesn’t think is “for old people”.