The past couple of weeks have been really eventful. I've had about six blogs I've started to write and then I've gotten distracted by things like tornadoes and they've been abandoned. Whomp, whomp, sad trombone. And I'm sure you've been asking yourself, "How is Kathy handling all of this? What is going on in her world? Is she hanging in there?" Answers: Awesomely. A boatload of stuff. Yes.
So, out of respect for your time, I'm just going to run down a quick little list of highlights of my life the last two weeks. Remember when I said I was going to categorize this blog? Well, this doesn't fit into that plan. That's kind of how I do things. Get used to it. I'm a maverick.
- Tornado Alley is now closed. Detour. If you have been alive the last two weeks and not Rip Van Winkling, you are aware of the tornadoes that have ravaged my home state. Typical May tornado season, except on steroids. They have been devastating and scary and a real buzzkill. And to add to the fun of all the this, I had family members leave their safe place and drive towards the tornado on Friday. As Kid President would say, "not cool, Robert Frost." And then another family member who doesn't live in Oklahoma sent a super supportive text that read, "I wouldn't want to live there." See above picture: does not apply.
- We have a mystery animal as a pet. Well, he's less of a pet, and more of a new occupant of our backpatio. Last week, we had let Mr. Bojangles out for his nighttime romp. I was standing on the edge of the patio throwing his ball. Husband suddenly says, "what the hell is that?" I look up, only to see a unknown furry animal right above my head. I used three cuss words, Usain Bolted it to the door and then asked, "Why in the world would you point out a woodland creature over my head?" After my heart resumed beating, I examined mystery creature. It is a bird. A small fury bird with a medium tail. Do birds even have tails? Probably no. Long feathers in the back, that's what I'm getting at. It sleeps in the corner of our patio where the pillar meets the overhang. I have yet to see it's face, because it sleeps with its face pointed inward, like he's in timeout. He's a bad bird. A dirty bird, if you will. Perhaps he's from Atlanta. He leaves during the day and comes back each night. I can't figure out what kind of bird he is, nor can I figure out why he doesn't live in a nest. So from what I can tell, he is a homeless bird who is ashamed of his current situation. Knowing my history with birds, it's only a matter of time before he dives at me and pecks my eyes out.
- Game of Thrones episode. I don't watch this show. I haven't read the books. Husband has. Once I peeked over while he was reading one and read the line "he went through the moon door," and I was pretty sure, that wasn't really my thing. I believe in real doors, not moon doors. There are approximately 43 shows in the queue that I'd like to watch on DVD/Netflix, so I just can't add another. Until last night when twitter/facebook exploded about what an amazing episode of Game of Thrones I had just missed out on. I hate being on the outside. I want to be in the know. I want a TV show to have such a profound effect on me, I must turn to social media to express my feelings. Currently, I'm pretty embarrassed of the shows I watch, so I can't talk to anyone about them. I feel ashamed...like my new bird pet/roommate.
- Along those lines, I've been reading a lot more lately. I'm extremely proud of this, for I love to read but have abandoned literacy for mindless TV for the past 6 months. I blame the liberal media! I have a subscription to The New Yorker, which I love. LOVE. But they come once a week and each article is at least 10 pages. This combines to make a stack of 34 New Yorkers on our kitchen table. I'm seriously acquiring so many, I could built a fort out of them. I should just build a fort and sit inside and read New Yorkers...that's an idea I might revisit. Anywho, once I started reading them on my iPad, I was able to get through the articles much quicker. In just the last two weeks, I've read articles about black market organ trading in Kosovo, new archaeological technology being use in the rain forests in Hondorus, how wicked smart R.A. Dickey is, the testosterone-driven and sexually aggressive nature of the computer programming world, and an inspiring story about the 2013 Iditarod. Someone, invite me to a dinner party, stat! I have so much to offer to the conversation!
So that is me. That is what my life is like at the moment. When I started writing this blog, I thought I had a lot of interesting stuff to say. Now that I have read my list, I realize, I'm actually kind of boring. Seriously, someone invite me to a party. The Kosovar organ trading story is a real crowd pleaser.
