A pox on this house

February 26th, 2011

Sorry to have vanished like that. I read your stories about going outside the comfort zone, and I want to respond to your comments and thank you for your stories, and to say that I’ve agreed to help out next season, and to come clean about my social anxiety issues that I’ve obviously underplayed here, because clearly I did not convey just how nervous I can make myself about these sorts of things, and to tell you about our vacation in the mountains last week – which is why I vanished last week – but the Small Boy got sick on Tuesday and was diagnosed with chicken pox on Thursday (German lesson: Windpocke. Swiss lesson: Spitzeblasen) – and that is why I’ve disappeared this week.

Let me tell you a little secret about the chicken pox. It’s not the pox that’ll kill you, it’s the cranky. And the boredom of a 10 day house-bound infectious period. Which leads back to the cranky. Also, the knowledge of impending doom ringing in your mind like overwrought background music in a horror movie: there is no way that 17-21 days from now Boychen’s not going to come down with this too and we’re going to go through the same thing all over again.

This, my friends, is why we own a TV.

It shall have to be a clever trap, Piglet, so you shall have to help me

October 6th, 2010

That’s a bear trap. To catch a grizzly that’s been wandering town. Exhibiting aggressive behavior. Towards people. A block away from our cabin. Yep. (Word is they got him.)