I am going to write down some random things here, so bear with me.
- Today my sister and I saw a cute young Amish man. I write this down because this has never happened before. I am sure they exist–and I am now positive that they exist–but I had just never before actually witnessed it. We were leaving Giant and he was just walking in and Jenna and I were both like, Oh. And then we saw his horse and buggy tied at the sign that indicates if you have a horse and buggy, tie it up here! but it says it with a picture because, in this case at least, I guess a picture is worth a thousand words about horse and buggies. And I joked with Jenna about leaving my phone number on the seat of his buggy. This is funny because he has no phone, you know. Well unless it is in his barn for business purposes but a). calling me, one of the English (as the Amish call any of us who are not Amish), could hardly be considered a business venture. Now I don’t know why I put in an “a).” there because I just realized that I have no “b).” Oh well.
- I have started writing. Started writing? you might all be thinking. But yes, I am writing something of a project and right now it is going all over the place and I am not quite sure what it will be eventually, but it’s this nice little secret that keeps me smiling when otherwise, I’d just be standing in line, about to order a bagel or something. Though the anticipation of a bagel would probably make me smile too. But now I have all these words saved and it’s a work in progress and I can order a bagel, so double whammy reason to smile. This, despite my invisalign, because sometimes that makes me not want to smile.
- My date with Ollie, which I talked about last night, was quite a delight. We had a great conversation throughout the night, some of which was on a more personal level. Which is why when Jase asked Ollie what we talked about last night, he simply answered, “Actually, Daddy–it was a private conversation.”Oh hahaha. Love that kid. Loyal to the max.
- This morning I had a few bites of some of my favorite cereal, only to look down and see a dead moth floating around in the milk. That was quite a bummer; no way around it. I dumped the whole bowl and had to start from scratch again. But you better believe that I thoroughly checked every spoonful before it went down the hatch.
- I need to get some sort of job before too long now. There are a lot of things I do, and some that even bring in some revenue, but I think I need to werrrrq, as some of my dear tour friends would say. So I am wondering what that shall be. I am actually not worried about it right now. Just sort of anticipating an open door and thinking huh. I hope I like it.
- And last but not least, never least!, have you noticed the moon lately? It’s hanging quite low. I think it must be lonely, cause it seems to want to be a part of things down here on earth. And I don’t mind at all. The moon has always been a friend and a comfort in my life. I’d love to have a party that the moon attends; but perhaps that sort of happens every night anyway.
Oh, yes—i’m the first one to comment; I don’t know if that has happened before! Well, the early bird does once in awhile get the worm…..
About moths in cereal: they are edible! Look at this article from Australia:
After a swarm of moths invaded Australia’s capital this week, a local restaurateur is giving some interesting advice: If you can’t beat them, eat them.
“They can be made into a soup or flamed in some brandy,” he said.
“You flame them so the wings and the fur burn off and they go crunchy.”
Scientist Martyn Robinson is also a moth enthusiast. He often eats them raw, but says they’re also yummy when cooked in meals.
“I’d probably recommend only 10 a day, but 10 is plenty,” Robinson said, warning that the insects could be covered in pesticides…..
So, eat away, Jess, and don’t worry! Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!
well thank you for all this extremely helpful information–but I am just not at the point in my life where I will happily and purposefully eat a moth. Perhaps it is cultural. But at least I know that, should I accidentally eat one, then it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
ACtually a lot things that I would have labeled The End Of the World have turned out not to be, so perhaps I SHOULD give the moth a shot!
and good to know that no more than 10 a day is recommended by the experts!
If you are looking for a job, I always recommend IT support. It’s good, steady work and pays pretty well.
oh good. I am sure that is quite an easy transition from the things I already do–I mean tons of performers/artists become IT people, right?
Oh, yeah, that’s true; if you are a creative person it might just crush your soul, but other than that, it’s good work.
Just kidding: actually, I once worked on a Helpdesk, and there was a guitar player who worked there that would bring in his electric guitar and play it (unamplified) when things got slow. He was pretty good to have on a Helpdesk, really mellow guy.
actually, I bet there are tons of artists who are great at IT work–but then there’s me. And nope. Not gonna happen. I don’t even know how to italicize things using html. and for a very long time I thought html just stood for hotmail–you know, soandso@hotmail.com–in fact, I still refer to that as hotmail, just for fun.
The other day Jackson told us the moon must be his best friend because it follows him everywhere he goes. Jon and I looked at each other trying to figure out how to explain motion parallax to a 3 year old. Then Jon shrugged and said, “You are right buddy, the moon is a very good friend of yours”.
And as for the moth – just think extra protein! That is what we tell the boys when they accidentally have a bug fly in their mouth!!
and when you figure out how to explain motion parallax to a 3 year old, why don’t you invite me to sit in on the lesson, since I have an idea what it’s about but am not sure I’ve ever heard it either…
Also, I knew there was a reason I liked that kid so much. The moon IS a great friend!
you are adorable! i love reading your blog. it makes me smile, and the amish guy, leaving your number deal, cracked me up
secretly, he probably would have LOVED it if you did and then he would have wished he had a dadgum phone to call you! 
Hi Kate! that’s so sweet of you to say! and haha I was also thinking that it’s kind of funny cause most guys’ sweet rides are not so easily identifiable when they aren’t sitting in it or nearby–but the horse and buggy totally gave him away! And if I did leave my number–man, that’d be quite a story he’d get to tell his kids and grandkids someday!
I saw a really beautiful amish girl once when I was like 14. That is all I have to add to this conversation.
Jase–is that when you made us travel all over Amish country to buy you some Amish pants?
and then we didn’t find ANY at all…only to finally be told by the Amish person at the dry goods store that OF COURSE we can’t find any Amish clothes to buy: they all MAKE THEIR OWN!!!
duh.
Yes, all in hopes of wooing the beautiful amish girl.
too bad she didn’t accompany you on your sailing trip with that guy Doug.
which was so weird, by the way.
So the truth comes out! A beautiful girl! I just thought you loved local history! Beware everyone: the truth of what you do WILL come out at some point!
His name was Cliff.
And that probably just makes it weirder, I know.
lol, right-it was Cliff, not Doug!
And yep, doesn’t help your case.
First butter and now milk…is this the inception of a strange, unsettling pattern of you finding gross things in your dairy products (or breakfast foods, as the case may be) after you have already begun to consume them?