This is the reason I didn’t finish NaNoWriMo. Life is too distracting. I’ve been trying to finish my Christmas Story, the one where Buckminster Fuller comes to dinner. It will either be a smashing success or end my career as a blogger. In any case, it will be long so consider yourself forewarned; starting tomorrow you may want to just wait until the New Year before checking in here again. Jen was nice and wacky enough to nominate my blog for BoB’s annual whatever and I’m both seriously, overwhelmingly flattered and laughing myself silly. Especially when I think of the likes of you. Anyway, in honor of that, I’m determined to do the buckyballs bit and I’ll take the response as a sign, an omen if you will. Blog or weave.
Hey! Did you know that R. Buckminster Fuller was the original and ultimate blogger? Fuller documented his life every 15 minutes from 1915 to 1983, leaving behind 270 feet worth of journals. He called this the Dymaxion Chronofile. His is said to be the most documented human life in history.
I was planning on getting this story up today but between my house-turned-practice-room for musicians and the kitchen horror- well, you know. Abby and Melissa are working for Rich over the break, doing demographic studies. His office is here and so are they and demographic studies require frequent fuel stops. Same for practicing. The underexposed Kodak.com Christmas cards are still sitting on the desk smirking at me. Literally. They have this complacent pinneped I snapped at Children’s Beach in San Diego on them, but Kodak sent them back to me so dark I’m too steamed to write them. (In lieu of that, this happy seal is going over to Friday’s Ark, where she will probably be the only one of her ilk in evidence.)
As if all of the above isn’t enough, I think Rich just went out to buy a new car.
Really. He walked by my office door and said, "I’m going to go buy a car." I mumbled ‘kay and typed for another few minutes until that seeped in. Granted our car situation is dire. Both Dan and Abby are driving (on a good day) beaters with over 200,000 miles on them. Also, a deer came through the driver’s side window of Dan’s and smashed the door in and the window out so he can’t replace the window and at 12 degrees, it’s gotten a tad drafty in that old Honda. Last time I looked the car was full of snow. Melissa’s car needs a whole new coolant system.Rich’s car is 11 years old and has just plain lost all it’s charm since Abby backed into it a couple times and none of the little power switches work on anything.
As a result, on any given day, there’s a scramble to find a functional vehicle, especially when the kids are all here. I have a nice newer Honda Accord; in almost two years I’ve put less than 5,000 miles on it. I don’t mind sharing it with Rich but I guarantee you I’m not letting it into the current game of musical cars. And so, I think Rich went out to buy a new car. Since I deplore debt and undermine any attempts to buy anything on credit, it will be interesting to see what he can get for what’s in his pocket.
Finally- what kind of person would steal a baby penguin anyway? For heaven’s sake! Return Toga to his mother and father!