Life has picked up. Zachary and I are back in OK after our sweet, sweet, excursion to MI. Camp was a lot of fun and reminded me of life at its best. OK is hot. So that’s that.
Life! Sam has tended the garden well – she is the superior gardener of the family – and we shall soon reap benefits. I missed the beans and peas by being at camp, which is sad, but I shall be about to have zuchini and squash, corn, tomatoes, peppers, and peanuts! Ah, my peanut plant is growing well. I planted three, but one is doing well as can be. I don’t know when to dig the peanuts up, though. So the Internet calls later.
Sam is looking for jobs. She has applied in the UP (awesome!) and Maine (could be awesome) and our dreams of a quick move home to MI are fading. Which could be a good thing. I rather fancy the idea of life in Maine, dependent on where we end up. It seems a smaller state width wise, so I wonder what a journey to the ocean is like when you live on the southwest area. I don’t know Maine. All I think of are dudes in waterproof overalls thrusting lobster into sacks and “The Shipping News.”
All this talk of gardening and living on a farm (our goal) has be excited to do a few extreme DIY projects. I have a little dream of making my Quest pizza (Rose Levy Berenbaum Rules!) with as much homemade material as possible. The pizza in question involves beer in the crust, so you can see how far such a thing could be extrapolated. A dream indeed, of sauce made from homegrown tomatoes, crust from homemade beer, mozzarella constructed from a cow I milk myself, perhaps even flour and barley grown at home. It shan’t be easy, but it certainly sounds amazing to me.
I am almost done with my school term. All that remains is a paper and a test I must complete. And that will be that until Augustish.
My main focus in the coming weeks is “The Hound of the Baskervilles” at the Town and Gown. So much must be done! Directing a play is a new endeavor for me, so I am excited to learn.
And on the fiction front, I am hard at work on “Attack of the Space Pirates.” Perhaps I will build a buffer so I can update the blog with it. Published on the Internet? Perhaps so.
Also: For those who need to know (you know who you are, illustrious clientele) my job title is no longer “Adventurer-for-Hire.” Those mercenary-styled cavaliers have grown too large in number with their shoot first, ask questions never attitudes. For your Grail Quest needs, I suggest you go with someone possessing more panache. Me. Man of Action. I plan. I watch. I act. Don’t be fooled by cut-rate adventurers who use any excuse to start a knife fight! Get a Man of Action and get the job done right!
