Road Work: Be Prepared to Stop

Road Work: Be Prepared to Stop

Last week, I spent an hour going through construction on Mount Rainier. The return trip (with no construction) took a minute. I had no phone reception, and all I had to read was the park newsletter saying, “This work continues the third year of a multi-year road construction project.” My reward for this slog was a gorgeous hike to a clear blue-green lake, but still…

  • Road work never ends. A “multi-year construction project” won’t finish until 2050, if you’re lucky.
  • They block three lanes when they only need one. It’s so tempting to slide into an empty stretch, rev the engine, and go for it.
  • Construction’s a road hazard. One time a chunk of rock from a site came whizzing through our smallest rear window and broke it. Good thing it wasn’t the windshield.
  • They only let a few cars through at once. And the car they stop at is only a couple ahead of you. Grr…
  • The second you get out of the car is the second the line starts to move. I had to pee while I was waiting in the Mt. Rainier construction, so I went to, ahem, visit the bushes. I had to streak out again like a jack rabbit. We weren’t moving forward though, only to another lane. Go figure.

The moral of the story is: If you suffer through road work, reward yourself with a wildflower filled hike at the end. And if you need to jump in a lake (or dunk a construction worker), that’s fine too.

Adulthood: Picking up Your Own Mice

Adulthood: Picking up Your Own Mice

Being an adult can be a bummer, you have to go to work, pay bills, and clean the house. When the cat brings in a dead mouse, you can’t call your parents to come remove it. You have to wrap your hand in a paper towel, hold it by its skinny tail, and carry it to the garbage. FYI this should be the outside garbage.

Since I’ve graduated college, I’ve had deal with things my parents used to take care of. Here is a list of basics that new adults like me should do.

  • Go to the doctor’s office. I went last June. Before that, I hadn’t been for a couple of years. I promised my Dad I’d do it in November, and then put it off for another six months.
  • Likewise, visit the dentist. On my last trip, I found out I needed a night guard. Insurance won’t pay for it so I’m out $450 bucks, but it’s better than being out a set of teeth.
  • Look at your bank statement. You don’t have to scrutinize it down to the cent, but you should check that all the expenses are for places you’ve actually been.
  • Bring your car in for regular maintenance. And don’t, I repeat, don’t drive with the check engine light on.
  • Make time for your passion. It’s why I’m writing this instead of lounging on the back deck.

Finally, act like a kid sometimes. Put a fake rat on your Mom’s pillow. Run around outside. Pretend to push your sister off a cable car (maybe not that last one). Because being a kid is fun!

 

Cats: Our Small Furry Overlords

Cats: Our Small Furry Overlords

Last weekend, I went to California to see my sister and her kitten Ryan, who now runs the household. Seriously, she treats our hands like they’re chew toys, my sister has scratches up past her elbows, and we still come back for more. It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that no one in our family can say no to seven pounds of adorableness.

I’m the worst one. My family already thinks the humane society will have to come take away all the cats I will eventually acquire. What? You can’t get a new cat every time you see a cute one? Here are six annoying things cats do that actually melt my heart.

  • Try crawling down my throat in the winter. It’s like they think it’s warmer there.
  • Take up half my bed and complain when I move. Okay, I can hold this position eight hours. Really, it’s no problem.
  • Bat my face. Yes, the best place for your dirty paw is right over my lips.
  • Meow constantly. As cats get older, they get more vocal. They have complaints about the service.
  • Scratch at the door/window, demanding to be let in. If they’re let in once, it’s over. When I was in fourth grade, my cat would meow at my window at four in the morning. To get her to stop, I opened the kitchen door for her. Then she came back the next night.
  • Move around and rub against you when you’re trying to take a picture of them for your blog. A photo of your tail wasn’t quite what I had in mind. Ahem.

If you see me with a million cats, the number for the humane society is 360-866-8986.