Of normal life

Having discovered that it has been entirely too long since a lot of people (you know who you are) updated, I decided that I must take initiative and update my blog as an example. Thus said, I take my keyboard in lap (just doesn't sound the same as "pen in hand") to inform you all of the latest happenings in our lives. Um, now what? I sometimes get writers block. As is often the case when I post on my blog, this finds me seated in my living room, at my computer (how interesting). The stove is billowing forth heat waves (with a little smoke occasionally for variety), the lights are turned down throughout the house and the only sounds are that of a fan running, my wife quilting (you can actually hear the thread zipping through the little quilt thingy), and of course the plunking of the backspace key between intermittent tapping sounds from the keyboard.

There, I managed to fill an entire paragraph. Did I say anything? See, even though I wanted to put something up tonight, I didn't necessarily feel inspired. So I just started typing out random nonsensical drivel. Which (I'm beginning to suspect) is a good way to lose readership. Someone please tell the New York Times.

Today started a little earlier for me than a typical Saturday morning. I had to go and play hockey at eight. Well, I didn't have to but it was the first chance for me to do so all year. So I did. And while married life certainly has many positive things about it, I would just mention to any seriously contemplating that important step that it very likely may result in a decrease in effectiveness at the sport of hockey. But I wouldn't let that stop you, it's worth it anyway. Actually, they're both worth it. But on different levels. As I was saying, we played hockey. And it was fun. And now I'm sore.

Jenny and I went to an auction the rest of the day. It was up at the Seward Ag Pavilion, and we had fun. We managed to buy a reasonably serviceable pressure cooker (sorry for your loss, Arla), as well as other odds and ends. Such as a pile of random length and width oak boards, a tent that may or may not hold up to light use, several antique irons (one cute little 2 1/2 pounder and two with the wooden removable handle), not to mention a hand mixer for a dollar. That last one may have been overpriced. But when plugged into 110 it makes satisfactory whirring noises and brandishes wicked looking little beaters which I suspect would cause significant pain if applied to the fingers. It looks like it may be older than I, so I was only a little surprised that it worked. Hmmm, I guess I work sometimes too, so I'm not sure why that's a surprise. Of course, if you plugged me into 110 I imagine I'd make funny sounds and brandish things too.

I do apologize for taking up your time with this rather boring post, but at least you know I haven't forgotten about you all! Until next time....

~GB