Do you ever befriend someone and then get disappointed when you realize they have other friends? Like, another group of friends? That their life was complete and probably awesome before they met you? I think I live to much between the covers of books, or the credits of movies. They teach you expect concise, uncomplicated lives. No old friends from high school who crop up occasionally. No guy that you sat next to in freshman comp who you still sort of know. I always get this ridiculous pang of disappointment when I glimpse someones other life. Like when they are making plans on the phone with someone you don't know. Such a silly response.
I have a pretty good life plan at the moment. My parents expect a new one from me every few weeks (and I am happy to oblige) but this one has stuck for a while. I think that is because this is a sound, good, responsible, possible plan. Most are not. I still want to live on a house boat and make chocolates. I still want to live in a Bronco in a National Park. I still want to sail the world (maybe learn to sail first). And maybe I will do all these things. In fact, I think I will make a point of doing all these things. But first I will take advantage of the MCC University Center, I will get a degree, then I will take advantage of Mission Year/Easterns lovely masters program and I will get one of those as well. Then I will do these other things.
We called an exterminator. Our house has many non- human inhabitants. Rats, mice, roaches. And we have lived side by side for the last four months. Only, last week, a rat waddled into our bedroom (slowly so as to allow us a nice glimpse of him). We called an exterminator. He came to day and sprayed poison all over our house (we are not fans), tossed bait in the attic and under the house, and left sticky traps in a few pertinent places. We are not fans of sticky traps. One caught a mouse a few mintues ago. Jessica couldnt leave it there, flayling as it was. I whole heartedly agreed but am unfortunatly not very brave. It was a fairly traumatic experiance, ending with an injured mouse being put out of his misery under the wheels of a car. We do not like sticky traps.
The weather is changing. I am looking forward to this.