Wednesday, September 28, 2011

OOOOoooh.   Oh.

1)  That mattress on our living room floor, covered in ticking?   Why is it called ticking?   Yesterday seed ticks started BOILING out of it.  Do you know what seed ticks are?   They are this big   .   Smaller, actually.

2) Dear husband and I pulled a questionable stunt, financially, to pay off a credit card debt that has been truly embarrassing to me for years.   For the same amount of years our economy has been in free fall.  Which "lends" some validity to the idea that its not all our fault.  But of course, it is still all our fault.  And we fixed it.   Except that...

3) I FINALLY understand something in a new way.  We are out of debt.  We have none.  But I still feel that gut churning quietly shrieking internal concern.  Why?  Because we are in debt to the unhappened.  We are in debt to future brokenness, entropy, and previously unexpected needs of loves.   Until you cover future need (and I do mean NEED), you are still in debt.   That shit is scary.

4) Dear Girl started reading the Oxford English Dictionary for fun.  I love the dictionary reading phase of unschooling. Yesterday she discovered fascinating things about the word jackass.   Things one can not learn online.  The plenitude of information online obscures its profound limitation.

3 comments:

  1. Oh good god, what to do about the tick?

    AAAGGGGHHHH! love you, and brandishing Raid spray. love, Val

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  2. What to do? Get rid of the mattress, vacuum, Frontline the dogs, send the children to change clothes and shower, vacuum again. (Note rather dismally that, ticks aside, the floor ALREADY needed revacuuming?!) Dismantle the couch and wash all the covers. Consider vacuuming again. Spend the next several days with what my mother calls, "Tick Psychosis", a disease where you attack and kill tiny pieces of lint and dirt obsessively and feel itchy for no actual reason. Consider a drinking life. A "Rodger Sterling", raw milk and vodka, is an excellent remedy!

    :o) hugs and kisses

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  3. I'd want to Frontline the people too, lol.

    We have ticks at the cabin, but somehow it's different when they're in the tall grass and woods rather than a mattress in the livingroom.

    Now I feel itchy too, scratching the back of my neck. love, Val

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