A Walk in the Historic District
The historic district is special to me. It feels like home; it feels like nostalgia and future hopes all wrapped into one. I remember our first weekend living in Ellicott City, a very tired Bobby and Dawn discovered the historic district by accident, looking for a place to get some supper. We stumbled into Cacao Lane, which is a nicer place, and we were grungy and in moving clothes, but we were the only customers there, so they didn't mind. And on our wedding night, after we kicked our friends out of our apartment, we went for a walk in the historic district. I remember stopping into antique shops to warm up because it was cold that November night. And of course, on Halloween night, we take a stroll and we're always sure to pass by Tiber River Tavern to search for a "face not human" in the upstairs window.
The Ellicott City historic district is the only place I've ever been where I can wear my bright red cloak and not get odd looks.
The Ellicott City historic district is one of the few places where I think the majority of people are as radical--or more radical--than I am, where I don't seethe over "pro-life" and look-at-me-I'm-brainwashed religious BS on the backs of cars but nod at Darwin fish and anti-Bush stickers.
On this count, I keep telling myself: By moving to Carroll County, Bobby and I are adding our blue votes to a very red county. w00t.
On a different note, this Memorial Weekend we spent over my parents' house. Saturday was a graduation party for my cousin Trish. Sunday, my dad held a Memorial Day cookout. Monday, we went hiking with my cousin Jamie and so-to-be cousin-in-law Pat at the Susquehanna State Park. We walked 5.4 miles/8.7 km to the Conowingo Dam and back. We saw a large scary insect that I think might have been a dobsonfly larva; I need to look it up. Bobby took a picture of it, so as soon as we get the pictures uploaded, I'll post it here to solicit the input of any fellow entomology buffs. Afterward, my dad made dinner for all of us, which was very nice.
So the weekend was good. Unfortunately, Alex is in the midst of an adolescent rebellious streak, and anything that we tell him to do, he rolls his eyes up at us and gives A Look™. This does not go over well with his mommy, who has invested waaaay too many hours into his training. On top of that, he was tired from having a busy weekend, so he ended up in that mode where action precedes thought, and he was tearing around the house acting like, yes, an asshat. I asked my parents if they wanted to keep him until the house inspection on Thursday. Or maybe forever ... at least until he grows past this rebellious streak. They made the excuse that they "had to work." Riiiight.
Meanwhile, Alex has this fascination lately with pooping over my parents' house. In just over two days, he managed to poop nine times. Last weekend, in just over a day, he pooped seven times and then barely pooped at all for the next three days. No wonder! Well, if Alex likes to poop in the country, we've got quite a treat in store for him. Soon, he'll be regularly pooped out. Har har.
The next week brings two personal holidays. On Thursday, Bobby and I will mark our eleven-year anniversary. Of dating, not marriage, obviously. Next Monday, 4 June, is my thirteen-year veggiversary, meaning that I have been meat-free for a lucky thirteen years. Huzzah!
For some time now, I've had a story in my mind that is based on a song (that, no, I am not going to reveal, though I will offer a sweet prize to anyone who guesses the song after reading the story, mostly because I know that no one will guess the song if anyone even reads the story). Only the original idea was a very boring, done-a-thousand-times-before cliched fantasy story. Well, I decided that I wanted to write the story for our anniversary this year. Only no way could I write such a boring story, so I added to the fantasy/romance elements a bit of sci-fi and a bit of horror, and I really like how the story came out. I finished it tonight after working on it in a rush this afternoon and evening. It's been a while since I've had the insatiable urge to write something; it felt good to just need to pour the words out, versus working on a carefully constructed page at a time, as I do for the Green Knight story. I also finished last week the story that I have been working on for about a year now for Kasiopea (therefore, it is Silmfic). It's currently up on the SWG beta-test archive; I'll publish it here soon as well. It's weird, though, so I don't know if anyone will like it but me. Of course, I thought the same about "Salt" and people went nutz for that crazy little story.
It's about Caranthir, if anyone is wondering, and how he got betrothed to his wife (in the Felakverse) Taryindë.
And that's about been my life so far for the past week. The home inspection is scheduled for Thursday, and the parents will get to meet our house on that day too. Afterward, we're going out to dinner at Timbuktu for our anniversary, since Timbuktu is where we had our wedding party. This weekend, we're taking the moms (and my dad) out to lunch on Saturday, then walking around the historic district while Bobby and Dad "bond" by going to Home Depot or back to the apartment to take a nap. Sunday is a Dog's Day in Ellicott City, so it's back to the historic district with Alex for dog-related fun and a pet parade.