Okay. So, what happened was we went to Talkeetna for the weekend. I can't remember what my dang anniversary date is for the life of me, but the timing of this apparently worked out to be an anniversary trip (Facebook reminds me every year; usually at the end of the day in question). It was quaint and kind of...the vibes were off? Like, something lowkey bad probably has happened in one or all of the little cabins that this dude owns and rents on, yes, Airbnb*. The parking? Unclear and not meant for Alaskan vehicles. The fridge? Someone who apparently knows the lockbox code and lives nearby maybe but the exact nature of how she knows the lockbox code is not immediately apparent has left half a gatorade in the fridge. The screens don't fit the windows. The spouts don't have mesh on the ends - you get the idea. Well, I go to brush my teeth in the morning and all is well (I think). I turn on the water, put a small amount of water on the brush, put a small amount of toothpaste on the brush and go to town. It's important to note at this point that I have an electric toothbrush. I finish brushing my teeth and turn off the toothbrush, but still notice some vibrating sensation in my mouth. And a small mass. Did I have hair in my mouth and didn't know it? So I spit in the sink. Guess what? Not hair. A daddy longlegs. That's pretty much the end of the story. Spiders be reenacting the itsy bitsy spider all over the place, I guess. And that's why we have mesh on the ends of spouts.
In other news I've been working on the backyard today, which means hauling stuff around and putting it in the big fuck-off dumpster that S obtained which was dropped off squarely in the middle of the driveway. After doing about an hour's worth of Stuff I took a break to go to the gym and as I was scanning in, L said, "You have...something on your forehead. It's a spider!" So then I had to dispose of another spider. The spiders. They follow.
Last night I went down trying to figure out what the hell the Malayali subgroup in India is since, evidently, I have the babiest whisper of genetic material from thence. There's...stuff on it? But nothing all that comprehensive. One of the pages I found was a Joshua project website which was way a throwback. I most certainly will not be praying for the people of Kerala/Malayali (those can be the same things but maybe not! Can't get into it right now.) to convert from Hinduism to Christianity. As a direct result I had a dream that there was a reunion at Belhaven but the only people I knew were a couple who dated the entire time I was there, have since gotten married, and now have two children; they were kind of classically hipster-coded and definitely dressed up very Napoleon Dynamite for the 80s prom, and are very much Couple Goals in my heart of early aughts Zooey-Deschanel stanning heart. They were nice and didn't want to talk about my current life; but asked me to list off all the people I wanted to see at the reunion.
Okay - bye! See you tomorrow.
*Sorry. I should really do Vrbo or a legitimate B&B or a hotel or something like that, I know. For all the detriment to society reasons as well as the allegation that they're pretty MAGA (I haven't investigated this claim, but lurks in the back of my mind like how Taco Bell and Arby's donated to the current president, and holds hands with the idea that yes, of course they did, all businesses tend to hedge their bets by donating to both parties grow up Clara.
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