And etc…

So we just got back to Logan, and Matt and I remain amongst the living. In fact, everyone we visited with while we were in Cedar Rapids is still alive. I consider this a successful trip. Of course, lack of death is really my only standard. In my old age I’ve gained the wisdom to avoid expectations. Ooh, we also averaged forty miles to the gallon in Pegasus, our 2007 Civic.

So…nothing bad happened. That I’m willing to remember. Matt’s still allergic to CR, an allergy which includes general air pollutants (e.g. one of the several factories of smells that CR is home to) and animals (the kind that don’t wear clothes). I’m hoping this doesn’t mean no kitty for Amanda in the new house. I can hope, right?

Some interesting things happened, too. Matt got mad at me for becoming obsessed with the grammatical difference between the words “fewer” and “less.” I became enraged that other people seem to not care about this English language dilemma. Also, apparently Matt’s cousin (who went to Asia spring semester) is a Buddhist monk now, because, and I think this was his reasoning, why the hell not? Turns out there might not be too many requirements for that religion. Like commitment. Which reminded me that I still have a whole lot of things I need to do in life for virtually no reason except for the hell of it. The problem is that I have trouble determining these sorts of activities. And, when they do turn up, my brain comes up with a lot of reasons against it. Skinny-dipping? Too cold. Tattoo? Too painful, and far too much commitment (and I hate butterflies, which seems to be a major tattoo category…but that’s a different story). You know, most of the things I’ve done for very little good reason I don’t really want to publish on the Internet. Not that they’re bad or anything to be ashamed of… Er…I just want to remain a mystery because that’s the only interesting thing about me.