If given the choice, would you rather have:
(a.) adult version mutated chicken pox?
(b.) poison ivy/oak/sumac?
It was a little unclear for a while there which one we had (well, more so Richard than me)... but we finally determined, for better or for worse, that Chez K&R is infested with (c.), courtesy of the squirrel family that lived in the rafters this spring. Yes yes yes, we know it'll make a terrific story someday. Yes yes yes, we'll probably laugh about it once we leave Alaska. Once R stops being massively allergic, that is, and we finally get rid of the little suckers -- which we can't quite seem to do, in spite of powerful toxins, compulsive vacuuming, and my brilliant idea to seal half my clothes in garbage bags and stuff them in the freezer -- before learning that they can live for weeks without food and are immune to cold. Heh. I asked Richard if we could get a cat to lure all the fleas to it and then foist it off on some unsuspecting child or hobo, but he said absolutely not.
So our life may not be as amazing as Lauren's, but we like it. Well, except for the vermin and pestilence. And I wouldn't complain if we got more than one non-rainy day per week. And it might be nice if our days off actually coincided so we could actually, you know, go hiking or something. But apart from that, R and I can't complain. We've been settling into our jobs... I've been getting very cozy with my old friend PastPerfect Museum Software, and preparing for Juneau Explorer's Week (ooh ooh, panning for gold with small children), and learning very fast how to maneuver the phones and help the front-desk volunteers when they have crises, since the summer office assistant is half-quitting-half-getting-fired on August 1st and the regular receptionist will be on vacation for the whole beginning of August. That leaves the Director (busy with her own important responsibilities) and the Curator of Collections (busy with her own important responsibilities) and the Curator of Public Programs (busy with her own important responsibilities) and... me. Ulp. As for Richard, he's been making out like a bandit with his employee discount, and his paycheck has already been donated to such worthy causes as 6 cd's from Amazon. So he's not exactly MAKING money... but at least he's not losing it, right? Either way, he's pretty smug because he's now beating me again in our marathon game of Nerts. The score is 977 to 983 and our playing cards are getting extremely dog-eared.
We've somehow managed to get invited to two social gatherings since arriving (both by my co-workers, who are currently providing the closest thing to a social life we have here), and I think I can safely say that between the two of them, we've managed to mingle with every 20something and 30something in town. We went to a festival of short films by local amateurs the other night; the guy who put together the evening told us before the films started that "Some of them will make you laugh out loud, and some of them will make you wish you'd stayed home tonight and not wasted your time." Which was right about on the money. It was fun, though, and we got to see the short film that our sort-of-friend Scott made when he climbed some crazy mountain in Nepal. (And J and M will be pleased to learn that we took out "Napoleon Dynamite" from the library, which R had never seen in spite of being deathly sick of it already from all his students quoting it incessantly this past year, and he loved it... he can quote it now at a rate that would put even Matt to shame. Success!) (On the subject of movies and libraries, can I just take this opportunity to add that 1. the Douglas Public Library is possibly my favorite place in Juneau, and 2. Sandy, I reserved Le voyage de Chihiro from said wonderful library and I'm FINALLY going to watch it, just to make my Miyazaki experience more complete!)
Eep, this is long. But I just wanted to give my rabid fans something to sink their teeth in since I don't post all too often. We still haven't gone to the glacier or hiked up anything steeper than the Dan Moller Trail (which already kicked my poor wussy butt, in spite of its relative shallow grade) or even really explored the whole town, but someday when R recovers from his leprosy -- er, flea bites -- and we actually have a day off together, that will definitely happen. Or maybe we'll just sit around and listen to Ryan Adams and eat veggie dogs and play cards, which we're pretty good at doing.
Okay, more from me at a future date, when you're not sick of reading my rambles. Love to you all!