The Nook

Back when I taught at ACE computer camp I discovered my first nook. A little shelf on the second floor that actually hung out over the first floor. It was carved into the wall so it was sturdy enough to sit on (literally it was part of the wall). I sat up there sometimes and read over hanging the first floor. I called it a nook. In my memories I sat there way more often than I actually did. But that’s what memories are for, exagerating the good times.

Since Sarah started moving her things in a few weeks ago we’ve slowly been turning it from “my apartmet” to “our apartment.” This includes rearranging the whole apartment. Closets hae been cleaned and reorganized to create more space. Furniture in the bedroom has been moved around to make it more homely for Sarah; and finally last night Sarah created her own nook in the living room.

She had gotten this idea Sunday to get her own desk for the living room. It so excited her that Monday after work she ran out to buy a desk. After four long hours of cleaning and moving around furniture Sarah’s desk is in a corner, making her own nook for her to feel completely at home in. It’s a good thing.

Delaware Vacation in Review

Just a quick review of vacation.

Saturday I visited Pat in Danville Pennsylvania.  It was a fun trip, I met his girlfriend of the last decade for the second time (at least that I recall).  She was nice.  We all (Sarah was there) went out to eat and then walked down by the river.  After some relaxing at his place (and some really really filling rhubarb pie Shannon had made from scratch) Pat, Sarah, and I went out to the Pub II where we kicked BDGirl’s ass in trivia (although we absolutely sucked at the British Music Section).  This was then followed up by late night trip to the Old Forge Brewing Company for some delicious hand made soft pretzels.  Pat had raved about them earlier and he was right for doing so.

Sarah and I got up early on Sunday and finished out drive to Bethany Beach.  This was by far the hottest year in a while.  We didn’t got an hour on the beach without jumping in the water (usual Delaware trip is a swim, followed by an hour or two of reading and relaxing on the beach, some more swimming, relaxing, etc.).  This year you had to continually get in the water, it was just that hot.  We saw dolphins, sand critters, Ghost Crabs, seagulls, pelicans, and other animals.  We even saw a ghost crab eating a sand critters (pretty cool site).  We swam and got sunburned and played with my niece and nephews (soooo much fun).  Anyways, it was a lot of fun seeing my family, Sarah got her fill of crab at the Blue Crab (all you can eat = 7 crabs… at least for Sarah), and I got my donuts from Fractured Prune.

Random Pictures (I know there’s a Pat and me picture out there that I need to get ahold of):

Dream a little dream

I had this dream last night that was to weird not to write about.

I am in the passenger seat of Sarah’s car.  She is driving.  We’re heading down some country road with tall headges lining the sides.  This car in front of Sarah has it lights on, which, because it is the middle of a sunny day, is driving Sarah crazy.    So she decides to flash her brights at the car.  After flashing her brights a few times the car slams on their brakes and pulls sideways blocking the road.  It turns out it is a cop car.  And he’s quite upset.

He pulls out a ticket book and is about to write a ticket when the car behind Sarah’s starts honking.  The driver gets out and is pretty upset at being blocked.  But then he sees the gun the police officer has, and pulls out his own gun from his car.  The cop and him start laughing comparing their guns, they are both toy guns with the orange caps on the end of the barrells.  The cop agrees to move his car, and starts driving down the road.

Sarah decides this is the  perfect time to hide from the cop.  She drives off the road behind the ledges in a little parking lot. I’m not quite freaking out, but do remind her that we are now hiding from the police.  She laughs and says the cop was a jerk anyways.  I see the cop driving the otherway down the road going exceptianally fast.

Then I wake.  Weird weird dream.

Tree Climbing and Hungry Howies

The art of tree climbing is lost on most adults I think.  The nimble ability to hoist yourself up a branch or trunk till you get a solid hold and keep climbing higher and higher.

I love climbing trees.  It rocks.  And is fun.  Sarah and I climbed some trees yesterday, and while I don’t have a picture of me climbing a tree, here’s one of Sarah up in a tree.

We ended the day by getting Hungry Howie’s 3-cheeser bread.  I’m not sure what makes their cheeser bread so freaking good, but it was.  We got some at 3 pm, and then headed back around 8:30 for another order.  Apparently Hungry Howie’s is a chain (I’ve never seen one before moving to Cleveland, but we saw one in Florida), however the 3-Cheeser Bread at other locations is nowhere near as good as it is here in Cleveland (well the Hungry Howie’s we frequent is in Lakewood).  Their pizza is alright, the 3-Cheeser Bread is fantastic.

On a side-note, it is awful to live away from Buffalo.  No place out here sells what can rightfully be called a Buffalo Chicken Pizza.  Its a travesty.  And wings out here, a sad sad affair.  There is a Buffalo Wild Wings around here someplace, I may have to hit them up soon for a little taste of home.  Their boneless wings are pretty good.

SccccArf

While it is gorgeous here today and was also yesterday, earlier in the week the nights were still cold.  Sarah stole my scarf one morning.  This is the picture I got later in the day.

Being that it is the first picture of Sarah I think I’ve posted on my website I probably should put a more flattering one up, but the scarf one is just so amusing.