Tomorrow I have a client lunch that I’ve been looking forward to a few weeks. I like both of my primary clients quite a lot. They’re good people, I think we’re all on the same page about the direction we need to go and it’s nice, in my field, to work with people who *get it* — they’re far & few between it seems.

I want to go to lunch, I live in the convergence zone. Some times it’s just a tiny bit to the north of us, but a lot of the time we get hit pretty solidly. And between us and work is a Big Hill. Elevation causes the top of said hill to invariably get hit pretty solidly. On my drive in on Monday, it was the only part I white-knuckled on.

WHY WHY WHY does it have to be that the forecasts are all predicting snow starting mid-morning right as I should be about arriving at work? Including the possibility of freezing rain? I just want to go & have a nice lunch, come home directly afterwards and then it can snow along my route to/from work.

I know I’m a snow chicken. I have reasons for being a snow chicken. Namely the accident-in-snow from ’96 which I’ve more or less recovered from (no one was hurt, it was just terribly unnerving, go figure — road turned to ice while I was driving) & the ’06 snow where I got stuck on the top of Big Hill. On the upside, my aunt happens to live right at the top & I was able to safely make my way to her house, on the downside, that’s where I spent the night. And it took me 4.5 hours to get there, four of those hours spent slowly, painfully trying to make my way up that big hill. I was about halfway up when the roads went to ice. Fucking. Terrifying. Not to mention the first night I’d ever spent away from the youngest & she was still nursing. It was not a good night for me. And I don’t want to go through that again. Totally traumatic.

So snow? Please either hit early & make it obvious that I should just stay home or take it easy until I’m home after lunch. Swear I’ll come straight home!

Today, with the help of google maps, M1, M2, my Dad & I went geocaching & found our first geocache at a long-time favorite park. It was most excellent. We left a santa eraser & got a magic card (I really tried to convince M1 to take the studded leather bracelet, but she insisted on the creepiest magic card possible. Heh). M1 nearly alerted the entire park (fortunately empty because everyone was at the beach) when she made her discovery, shrieking, I FOUUUUND IT! Pretty dang adorable. Then we logged everything, took victory pix, restashed & were on our way. I also discovered the concept of letterboxing. Who knew all these funny little stashed things are hiding out there? Well, I guess I did, since I know geeklibrarian has been doing it for ages & my sis-in-law & her family have been doing it for at least two years, but still. Until you start looking, you don’t realize how many of them are stashed away out there! So that was extraordinarily entertaining.

Then we went swimming in the lake. Oof. Holy cow, I am out of shape for lake swimming. There were lots of waves today, big waves which added to the difficulty level of swimming out there too, no doubt. Lots of milfoil. The alarming milfoil. It wasn’t so bad out where I was swimming (except I worked my way out from the beach instead of hitting it from the dock, since until my parents came over to watch The Ms, I had to watch them), but the amount of gnarly slimy green strands & clumps I picked off my chilluns was pretty… gnarly. But they had a ridiculously good time. We got home well after their bedtime & now they’re Fast, Fast, Fast, Fast asleep & should sleep well. Yay for well sleeping children! And me, I think it’s now bath time. When I get around to bed, I think after the swimming today, I’ll sleep well too. And no doubt feel it tomorrow. Oh, bath… and sleeeep…

I got the tomatoes planted today. In the ground. Sigh. And the marigolds. I dug up the star lilies that were coming up & potted them so we can, if we ever move, take them with us. One bulb broke off deep, so either we’ll have one left out there next year or whoever buys the house will have a pleasant surprise. Last weekend was a baking weekend. This week was a planting weekend. With a little baking thrown in for good measure. We are, apparently, out of bread so I made some. :)

I did some yoga for the first time since I was sick. Lots of tension and peculiar points of resistance. Or maybe not so peculiar, but noted and all that. As I was coming out of savasana a realtor called and wanted to come over — “how does now sound?” P begged 10 minutes. All the beds were unmade, our sheets were being washed, the kids’ stuff scattered everywhere. We made a mad dash to get everything cleaned up & were walking out the side door as they drove up. I hate this routine. I hate it hate it hate it. The kids were over at the neighbor’s playing & knew a realtor was at our house, so P & I took a walk around the block. They were still here, so we crossed the house & went to look at the creek a block from our house. Some time since last fall, it had done a wild sinkhole thing nearly up to the main thoroughfare street. The creek had been sent through a big cement pipe under the street, and… I don’t know — the pipe or tunnel or whatever must not have held. Before we moved in, there’d been a sinkhole that took out, sweartagod, part of a gas station. But this was new damage and it was much bigger than before. I wish I’d taken my camera, but I didn’t. The creek that runs through the far back of the backyard at the Creek House is a small finger stream off the main creek, it’s not The Main Creek, not by a long shot. I’d have substantial reservations if it were The Main Creek. Concerns & reservations are all a moot point though until we know if this one is getting sold.

I can hear M1 snoring in the other room. Heh.