Thursday, April 11, 2013

Welcome Home

I know we kind of disappeared for a while, but as is usually true when Susan and I seem to drop off the face of the earth, we went on break and then were swamped by papers and exams and all manner of insanity. We're back now. Sort of.

The break was lovely, but now there's just so much STUFF I have to DO that sometimes I have to remind myself to keep breathing so I don't pass out in public.

My desk, my lovely, lovely desk, which some of you may remember my parents gave me in February, was as I hoped it would be and miracle of miracles . . . It fits!!!!! I've never owned a desk that fit me before. And it has drawers and cubbies and sqeeeeeeee!

I'm so glad we have our house back, even if it does come with its . . . quirks.

For example, on the first morning I was back I woke up really, really early* and, after ogling my desk for a while, went out into our glorious kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and read the Victorian Trading Co. catalogue while I waited for my family to wake up and decide they needed to take me out to breakfast.

I was sipping my tea and deciding whether I really needed a lace ruffled bathrobe with roses on it, when I looked up out of the big window in our dining room and across to the hut--where we were for Thanksgiving and Christmas--and saw. . .a cow snuffling our neighbor's cars.

I blinked.

Then I realized that the reason the creature looked strangely familiar was because it was our** cow.


The cow put out its tongue and slurped a headlight.

tongue cow horns teeth
This is not our cow, but you get the idea.

I woke my parents, then went back into the kitchen just to make sure that I wasn't imagining things. Nope. There was our cow happily munching the neighbor's potted plants. My groggy family stumbled out into the living room just in time to witness the second cow come around the corner of the hut and take a big bite out of the ugly bush on the other side of the woman's stairs.

It took all of us and two neighbors*** to get the cows back into a pasture with fences around it.

Welcome home.

I could turn this into a writing analogy, but I'm not sure you or I want to see what that would look like, so I'll spare you.

* Jet lag. It's a blast.
** At least, one half of it's total body weight is ours.
*** running around in our pajamas and slippers in the knee high grass


  1. This story reminded me of Anne of Green Gables: The Sequel (as in the movie), when the cow kept getting through the fence and ending up in Rachel Lynde's pasture and then Anne accidentally sells the wrong cow. Not sure if you've seen it, but judging by the fact your were perusing a Victorian cataglogue, I wouldn't be surprised. In any case, your cow incident made me laugh. :)

  2. What great stories here. It is true what they say, when the cat's away.... And it's always great when you can wait and see when your family will "choose" to do as you want, as if they really had a choice.

    Welcome back. :)

  3. I'm totally laughing because my sister (Erin) totally beat me to the punch with the Anne of Green Gables comment. That was the first thing that popped into my head! What a funny thing to have happen to you. :P

  4. I see I'm in good commenting company, with everyone automatically recalling Anne's bovine misadventure. X)

    And guess what, Feather and Rose folks? You've been nominated for a blog award!