I have the best faculty in the world. Yesterday, the day after Steve Jobs passed away, this card was in my mailbox:
Matt Haden also posted a facebook photo.
by Lloyd 4 Comments
I have the best faculty in the world. Yesterday, the day after Steve Jobs passed away, this card was in my mailbox:
Matt Haden also posted a facebook photo.
by Lauren 8 Comments
Steve Jobs, former CEO of Apple computer, has passed away.
Lloyd’s asleep as I write this. He doesn’t even know yet, and I can’t bear to wake him with such sad news, so I got his clothes ready for tomorrow.
Thanks for all the cool gadgets, Steve. I confess that I got a little teary tonight.
by Lauren 4 Comments
School was a little odd today. We’ve had some construction going on in the alley the past couple of days which has been super-interesting to watch. I now know what is under a manhole cover in the street! The workers dug down to the sewer pipe and then built a little concrete room around it. It’s been wonderfully fun.
Not all was sunshine and manholes, though. A little girl threw up on my comfy chair so much that her stomach needs to write me a check for a new chair. *jibblie*
No photo. You are welcome.
Things got really bad on the playground, though. Some boys were running around and screaming:
Lead boy: Run! There’s a T-Rex after us!
Other boys: Ahhhhh!!!!
Lead boy: Run! A girl wants to marry us!!
Other boys: AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Remember when we bought all that music at the auction? Well, a terrible thing happened to Lloyd when we unloaded it at school: as he was getting out of my truck, he dropped his iPhone.
This was indeed a tragedy, not for the loss of function since it’s the backside that cracked; but for the loss of beauty. When he first got it he bought a case for it but didn’t like how bulky it was, so he took it off and would positively rave about the phone’s coolness:
Lloyd: “Isn’t it cool? Isn’t it soooo much cooler without a case? Seriously – look at it. It’s so cool.”
Lauren (groggily): “What the?? What time is it? Is it midnight?!? I have to work in the morning, mister!”
Well, Lloyd, looks like you’ll be wrapping it in bubble wrap now.
Decidedly uncool.
by Lauren 5 Comments
Warning: This post is very, very sad if you are me.
So, those dumb robins that I fell in love with? They’re all gone, dangit. I only blame myself for three of their deaths, though.
If you remember the hailstorm, which I stupidly went out to protect them from rocks falling from the sky, well – the next day there was only one baby bird. Maybe the other three drowned in the ten seconds it took me to leave the nest and mama to come back, or maybe they got too cold, or maybe it was bird flu. (It could happen.) Whatever it was, I beat myself up for it a couple of days and then thought how much better it was for the one survivor to get more of mama’s attention. He was getting fat and happy.
Then today he was gone.
I came home to peek and there was an empty nest! I looked all around, stepping carefully to avoid crushing anyone, then gave up. On the way back into the house I saw him. He was a good five feet from the nest with little bleedy marks on him, so something got him.
Dang.
Dang. Dang. Dang.
Dang. If you want to see him, he’s here.
I buried him next to the cats. His ghost can torment their ghosts for a while.
Sorry, robins. Now stay away from my house!
Alright, let’s get this out there. This post will be long.
You may have noticed that for the past few weeks the posts have been lamer than usual. That’s because when something horrible happens it’s sometimes too horrible to talk about.
We had bat bugs.
It all began the morning that the Peperkorns came. Lloyd got up before me and when I went downstairs he said, “Something bit me – it was this”. He held out a glass bowl with the offending insect. Time stood still.
“I think that’s a bed bug,” I whispered. I ran to the computer to do a search and the horrifying truth was confirmed.
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
We had company arriving in less than twelve hours, and panic reigned supreme. There was internet searching, vacuuming, washing, drying, and general frantic running about. Oh, and in the middle of this – Lloyd had to go to Lincoln for graduation. He came back, more frantic cleaning, etc.
The Peperkorns arrived with their camper (thank you, Lord), and took the news well. I, feeling like a complete leper, was super-duper freaked out.
The next weeks were filled with more cleaning and exterminator consulting, and within days we had our first house-dousing of sweet, sweet poison. I know I’m an earth-hugger most of the time, but now I was all about the pesticides, hot water washing and hot, hot dryer-drying.
We’ve searched a vast majority of sites regarding bed bugs, and came across the mention of bat bugs. They look exactly like bed bugs except that 1) they feed on bats and 2) the microscopic hairs on their head are longer than their eyeballs, as opposed to bed bugs – who have hairs shorter than their eyeballs. Lloyd looked at one with a microscope from school, so we were able to identify them.
Having bat bugs is psychologically better than having bed bugs. We only found about a dozen bugs altogether, and now it made sense – they’re living in the attic with the bats. The few that we found must have straggled down when the bats went away to mate. “Mmmmm….. we’re hungry. Let’s go snack on that guy downstairs.” We never found the horrible, horrible infestations that are shown on the internet, but we treated the whole house as if we did. My paranoia is serving me well at this time.
So, that’s that. In the past three weeks we have moved all our upstairs belongings into plastic bags or sealed boxes; are living with 6 shirts and 5 pants/shorts each; have replaced the upstairs carpet; re-painted the upstairs; and are living like we’re camping. (That part is cool.) This summer we will work on evicting the bats and stopping the problem at the core.
I plan on writing the definitive ‘So, you’re living with bat bugs?’ page, and the gory details will be on that, but now we (Brad included) can make realistic posts that include the details of this lovely chapter in our lives. We’re ok now, by the way. We haven’t seen a bug since the first round of three douses of poison. (Standard procedure)
By the way, if I had a time machine, it’s only purpose would be to go back to young Lloyd and Lauren and say, “Um, get rid of the bats.”