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November 12, 2011

Walking into the front door of my house felt so good…so very, very good.  

Jane and I had been gone for 6 days, due to the Flea Apocalypse of 2011.  Six days of forced exile doesn’t really feel like a vacation.  I missed being able to cook.  I missed typing a blog post on a computer, instead of on my iPhone.  I missed listening to Jane play while her Baba gave her a bath.  And I missed Amy.  I felt so set adrift…  

Being home grounds me.  As much as I want to be spontaneous, I have come to love our routine.  I enjoy our little family of three, and I look forward to our daily adventures (even if, to some folks, they don’t seem very adventuresome at all).

Turns out, I really like my life.  And I am happy to have it back.  


And I Ran, I Ran So Far Away…

November 9, 2011

Tapering for the half is going to be the death of me. Flea Apocalypse 2011 calls for some quality running time, and I am stuck trimming my mileage and gazing longingly at my Brooks. Plus, I am reading Born To Run, and it is working its magic… Igniting a passion for running, seeing the art in the sport.

And dang if I don’t want to try barefoot running now. Can I even do that with these crazy flat
feet of mine?

I know one thing for sure: I am hitting the trails after this half. And I am hyped.

The Apocalypse Continues

November 7, 2011

Still in flea-driven exile. Jane has maintained her charm and charisma as a refugee. I, on the otherhand, have donned the cloak of bitterness, and there is much weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Tomorrow I find out when we can return home. Let’s hope FleaMaster Amy has some good news.

Flea Apocalypse 2011

November 6, 2011

Fleas.  We have fleas.   Fleas that bite our baby girl and make her break out in hives.  Fleas that are exiling Jane & I to South Florida to stay with my parents, while Amy de-fleas the house.  Fleas!  WE DON’T EVEN HAVE A DOG.

Normally, I try to roll with the punches.  But, seriously.  FLEAS.  

We have removed 90% of the furniture from the living room.  We have vacuumed.  We have treated the carpets with baking soda & salt… because we have a baby who can’t very well crawl around on Borax or fossilized bug parts.  I have washed countless loads of laundry.  I can barely walk in the kitchen, because all of our living room furniture is hanging out in there.  Did I mention the hives on the baby?  And the laundry?  And the not being able to really be in the house, but needing to get the house ready for the carpets to be cleaned, and trying to pack for an impromptu, flea-driven trip out of town, and…

Okay.  Everything will be okay.  Just as soon as these fleas, well… flee.