Siena house

I'm here!

I'm all moved in!

I have a desk and a bed and a dresser! I'm set!

I live here!

Now that's what I call a BIG lapse of concentration

Has it really been so long since I last blogged? Huh.

The blog has fallen by the wayside, but oddly not because I'm any more busy than I ever was. Part of me claims a need for privacy-- many of the things in my life of late that I really want to write about have been of a pretty personal nature. And those things are, well, personal. They go in the real diary, not the online one. The people who need to know do know; the people who don't need to know may find out one day, but at least they won't have found out because I spilled my guts in cyberspace. Nothing huge, just things that I feel need to remain close to my heart.

Since the last post (June 18?!?) I have moved home for the summer, with intermittent trips back home to Bellingham. Most were to sing at Sacred Heart, a few were for rehearsals for wedding music, twice was for moving my things out of my wretched apartment (AND, let it be known, the lease EXPIRED today at 5pm! I'm free! And now I officially live at the Siena house), and once was just because I wanted to see everybody.

People have come and go quite a bit this summer: Cory and Athena, quite notably, took off for Arizona shortly after their wedding. And oh buddy, do I miss them. But remember, we all receive the Blessed Sacrament. And if Christ is present to me in the Sacrament, He sure as shooting is present to them in it, too. So really, how far apart are we? Lauren, Athena, Sara, Andrew, John, and Cory have all left 35th St, which means next year... well, they won't be there. But again, we'll never be very far apart. I've also seen some people that I've missed: Lauren came home for a baby shower, and I got to hang out with her and feel the baby kick; Jacob has returned from Alaska, and it's seriously like he never left, and I got to hang with Lindsey a bunch before her wedding.

This summer has entailed: two weddings (congratulations to the Gaunts and the St. Hilaires! I found myself wishing at Andrew and Lindsey's wedding that I had been born into the St. Hilaire family-- that would have been a great childhood! And Andrew would have been my brother!), four dead deer (I'm back at the county road crew, by the way), a lot of reading, a lot of flagging, knitting for imminent babies, driving around a lot and singing a lot.

This month ought to prove quite fun: we've already had the St. Hilaire wedding, next Thursday I head to Oregon with the family for a few days, then I'm hitting a ball game with Patrick the next weekend. Sprinkle the word "work" into that list a few times and you basically have the rest of my summer.

My last day of work shall be the 5th of September. Soon after I'm going back to Bellingham to go on a peer minister retreat to prepare for the coming year. So I think I'm going to hit the ground running, and may not stop until at least December. No matter. My extra-curricular life is composed of taking care of 1) the faith, 2) the friends, and 3) liturgical music. Life is pretty damn fine.

110° In The Shade

Blimey, it's hot.

Although it isn't really 110° in the shade. That's the name of a musical that I learned a fun, "dramatic" song from.

I knew my blog was going to get boring once I started work- there's so little to write about! But I'll try. Thoughts in bullet points:

• Ichiro Susuki earned the MVP award at the All Star game yesterday. He was was the first player ever to hit an inside-the-park home run at an All Star game. Actually, it was his personal first, too. My mom made this very astute observation: Does anyone else think it's ironic that the Japanese sensation's MVP prize was a really crappy American-made truck?
• The last Harry Potter book is coming out soon! I'm rereading the sixth one, in order to refresh.
• My dad and his godson, John, are up at Mt. Baker this week, fishing. Tomorrow night my brother and sister and I are going to go up and join them. We used to go every summer, when I was little. Although back then I didn't actually fish when we were in the boat. Holding a living thing as it dangles by its mouth from a sharp object never appealed to me very much. I used to sit in the boat and read while 10 or so of my cousins and three of my uncles would fish around me. Methinks that tradition is going to continue. I always loved being out there with everybody, but I hate actually catching fish.
• Ditto for eating the fish we caught/will catch. Seafood doesn't sit well with me. I, sired by a Bostonian and fruit of a Seattlite's womb, cannot eat fish. Joe's always joked that I'm not really related to anyone in this family (his proof being my hair color); considering my reaction to seafood, I'm being to wonder about that...
• One of my daily joys this summer is following Tuan's blog- his time in India sounds amazing! Although it makes me question the content of my own blog (what did Tuan do today? He brought food to the needy in India and nurtured his spiritual life. What did I d0? I held a sign... I'm not changing the world much...)
• Speaking of folks from B'ham, I spent about half of last week up on Catholic Row with my lovely NCCM cohorts. Highlights included a barbecue, learning how to use a Nintendo system (picture Patrick asking in a slightly incredulous voice, "Molly, have you ever played a video game before?" "No." For a nanosecond, the room was perfectly silent...), Mass with Fr. Qui-Tac at the Newman center, and dinner afterwards at Boomer's. I was so happy to see everyone- it made my week, truly.

This incredibly random, nonlinear, and ill-structured blog is brought to you by hypoglycemia and stifling heat. Thank you very much. Goodnight.