I seem to have not much to say this week, but that’s mostly because everything’s going just fine and it’s sunny out and in typical Seattle sucker fashion, this means I’m pleased with everything and have not a substantial thought in my head.

Some insubstantial thoughts:
• We tried to go buy some goldfish for our little backyard pond and the lady at the store told sent us home and told us to clean the pond first. She was all world-weary and exhausted-acting, and I wondered how in the world a woman could get so tired when she sells gazing balls and lily pads for a living. Regardless, I’m excited to get some goldfish in the now-cleaned out pond. Side note: when I cleaned the pond, I found some huge earthworms living in the bottom. Earthworms can live in water? Who knew!

• My friend Echo came over for dinner last night, and apologized for not coming to my birthday party/housewarming thing. “I knew the party would be full of hearing people,” she explained, and then laughingly apologized for being so biased. She’s deaf, and apparently us hearing folks are a complete bore! It’s true, of course. We are.

• Andreas happens to sit next to the promotions person at his new job, and so he gets to mooch all the promotional freebies that are about to expire. Hence, this weekend we get to go to Teatro ZinZanni, which should be fun. We are also going camping on Bainbridge (I think) and helping a friend move. Hopefully the weather will hold out.

• One of these days I’m going to write a huge ode to The Keeper and how it’s the best thing to happen to menstruation since I figured out that taking 3 ibuprofen every 4 hours staves off mindbendingly awful menstrual cramps. This ode will be graphic and not for the squeamish.

• On the way out to Eastern Washington last weekend, I had a navel gazing moment where-in I realized that I spend so much time defining myself to both myself and other people that it probably qualifies as a hobby. Or perhaps a neurosis.