The Hankering

Here's what I find challenging: a post title for your post.  I guess, sometimes it comes naturally for one who knows exactly what they would like to share.  For me, the complete opposite (unless it's like the last one I did, which I named 'Busted' because I got busted for not writing enough -- fair is fair).

It's been busy 'round these here parts the last 4 weeks.  We were gone nearly every weekend of August, and only finally have begun to settle back into our home let alone routine.  We floated down a river with cheap sunglasses and canned Blue Moon, we took a gigantic family weekend to the Uff-Da capitol of Washington State, Stanwood/Camano Island.  We went backpacking! And then we were done with those things, and we looked around the house and realized the shamble shanty it had become due to our absence.

Now that I feel like I've taken care of the house cleaning issues, I can write about the things I really want to write about.

1.)  I got a typewriter.  And it's not just your run-o-the-mill electric model from the 80s, either.  It's a Royal Tab-O-Matic, and it comes with a click in case for safe keeping during travel.  Turns out it's GREAT for writing time capsule letters from the 1800s...who knew!?

2.)  We got a new fridge! And if you read Donnianne's blog, you'll note she always hated it (it's her old one) because it wasn't counter depth and whatnot (BAH!), but seems to me one lady's loathed fridge is a step up to the eastside for this lowly, technically Snohomish County girl.

3.)  I am a canning/food preserving maniac, and couldn't be happier with my condition.  I have a new bestie in the 75-80's age range, her name is Hilda, and she's a long time shopper at ye olde fruit market.  One afternoon conversation that started utterly confusing due to traffic noise, fan noise, and the fact that she's nearly 400 years old, ended with the offer of all of her old canning jars because she was 'retired from the sport'.  I jumped at the offer and am happily canning everything in sight.

4.)  Rowan started Pre-Kindergarten! I guess it's preschool, but Pre-K sounds so fancy and advanced, and by gum she loves to say it! Today was the first day I got to drop her off, and at first sight of her teacher, she proclaimed, "It's Miss Carol!" In my head I do a crooked elbow yanked back at my hip and firmly shout, "nailed it!"  So, so proud of that kid.


That's what I have today.  I've got a hankering to write, and I'm hoping that hankering will rear it's head and force to me to do it a few more times a month.

And that, dear reader, is how you come up with a title.