Pretty is as pretty does

A few pics of the new place

And what you've all been waiting for, pics of Minnie in her snow booties.

As you can see, the place is still a bit of a disaster. I'm planning on doing some hardcore decorating and putting-away this weekend. Job 1: start making the spare room guest-friendly for all you people who say you're gonna visit.

Addendum to the squash post

I found out that its preferred name is pattypan, and that makes it rule even more. Word. I've been reading up.

Dang

I gotta go see this one.

This one's just for me

How about a category just relating to tin foil hats?

This one's for you, Nicole

I'm going to call you back, I swear.

http://www.langston.com/Fun_People/1992/1992AAI.html

Putting things in perspective

Toothpaste for Dinner!

Lookit them little squarshes, mama

Maybe this means I think about food too much, or think about gourds too much, but there's been a thing at the hippie grocery store the last two times I went there, and I can't stop thinking about it. Baby sunburst squash. It even sounds pretty and cute.

I haven't bought them yet because that would mean dropping five of my hard-earned Washingtons on a little bitty package of squash, and the cheapo in me is offended by the notion of spending much on things that grow out of the ground. But they're so little, and so yellow, and so sunbursty. They're almost telling me I have to buy them. Damn squarsh conglomerate.

I think I'm going to add little yellow squash to my list of small pleasures, even though I haven't tried them yet. Right between Nancy Drew mysteries and green M&Ms.

I just had a terrible 1990s flashback

Oh my goodness.

How many of you taped it off the radio, and how many of you bought the single with your babysitting money and hid it under your mattress? I'm just curious.

A sniper, or Jimmy Carter

I've been in town for a week now, and my head is still spinning. It's been a while since my last move, so I'm not sure what I"m supposed to be doing with myself at this point. I've unpacked as much as I feel like unpacking for now. I feel no motivation to do any decorating or yard type activities--probably because I'm mostly thinking about what my life is going to be like here.

I had pretty high expectations going into this move. Meeting hip people, getting back in my writing groove, getting my dog trained...It's nice to not feel walled in by small-town conservative dumbasses who want to kill your spirit. I'm sure there are plenty here, but they should be a little easier to ignore.

And you know what else is easier to ignore?! Wal Mart! None of the Wal Marts in this town is convenient to my house, and that is just dandy.

Interstates? Well-dressed eople buying pretentious food in the Fresh Market? Liquor for sale on Sunday? Is this heaven?

Speaking of the Fresh Market...I had a weird thought going in there yesterday. I saw this man a little ways up the sidewalk, and first I thought he looked like a possible miscreant because he was wearing this baseball cap that was all suspicious and not-broken-in-looking. "He looks kind of like a sniper," I thought. "Or possibly Jimmy Carter," because the closer I got, the more grizzled he seemed and the more rectangular his head looked. He was kind of shifty-eyed in that "You don't know--I could be a killer, or I could be a former U.S. president" kind of way. Like he didn't want to be noticed. Or is  the not-broken-in hat something that all old dudes wear? I'm not sure, but I wonder what that old geezer was up to...