March 07, 2005
Yesterday was Mr. Site Meter's first birthday! I'm baking a cake right now. There will be a party later this afternoon for all of Site Meter's little friends - Clarence Comments, Nicky Nerds On Site, Betty Bravenet, Jerry JPEG, Mad Puppy, etc. It should be quite a festive afternoon. We're going to play Pin the HTML Code on the Template if everybody can behave.I'm leaving for a weekend in the mountains with a group of friends on Friday of this week. YAY! There will be seven of us on the team - going to scenic Idyllwild, CA for three days and two nights of quiet time and clean mountain air. It's about 5,500 feet, so the air is crisp and a bit thin.
I am excited about popping some real corn with real oil in a real pan. Microwave popcorn is so easy and fast - and SO blahhhhh compared to the real thing. How come we always go the extra mile like this when we are in a cabin in the woods? We all seem to do it - taking the food challenge to an art form or something. It's weird.
Everything tastes better in a cabin too. Even coffee - especially while sitting on the porch all wrapped up in a blanket watching the sunrise. Oh, wait a minute! Isn't that an old Folger's commercial? Or was it Taster's Choice?
And there is something wonderful about using all the mismatched items in a cabin's kitchen that also makes the experience more fun. Nothing matches, almost everything is really old, and we consider it all charming.
"Oh, we only have five forks and four knives and we don't have enough chairs."
"That's okay. I'll just use the meat cleaver and I'll sit on a log."
We all become adaptable and willing.
How come most people can't live their lives like this every day? People get all tizzed up over the silliest things - like matching towels, brass doorknobs shined to perfection, etc.
I think I must be missing the matching towels, shiny brass, enough flatware gene. My mind just doesn't go there. And that's why I like going to the cabin.
A few months ago, one of my students remarked that my clothing doesn't "match" all the time. Goodness! Maroon tennis shoes with brown pants! Heaven forbid!
I said to the little rascal, "I'm too busy thinking about what I am going to discover than worrying about what I am going to wear."
Most of the time, I really look okay - but every now and then I look like a cross between Annie Hall and Farmer Jones with a little glitz thrown in for good measure.
There is a lot to be said for wearing floral prints in January. A whole lot.
Why not? Who made the rules?
Gosh, I love going to the cabin! Are we there yet?
