My daily Texas routine was interrupted this morning when I woke up and saw clouds outside my window. I stepped out on the porch to see how warm it was, and heard the thunder, and just couldn't drag myself back inside any longer than to grab a bowl of cereal and my book. Since then I have been sitting on the porch, listening to thunder, and praying that it will rain before Dave gets home so he won't be wandering around in his kilt! Apparently it's some sort of rain ritual. He wears a kilt when it rains. Honestly, a man could have worse habits, so as long as he isn't climbing over anything or doing cartwheels, I guess it's ok.
But Dave or no Dave, kilt or no kilt, I am so excited for the rain! It started to rain on Sunday, but didn't last long. Summer rain is one of my favorite things. I love being able to be outside and soak up the rain without freezing. Of course, at 75 it still feels a little chilly here. I'm glad that the yard is fenced in, because if the neighbors could see me now, laying in the grass in my pajamas, with this dumb smile on my face, they would probably think I'm crazy. Oregonians are a weird bunch of people, y'all. I'm rather tempted to climb up into the tree here in the front yard, but again, I'd rather not taint the reputation of the good people who actually live here.
But enough about the rain, and onto other trivial matters. Last night we caught two tiny lizards! They were barely an inch long, and all pink and blue and green. Very pretty little animals, and super quick. We put them into a Tupperware container hoping they would fight, but they were too skittery. They wouldn't go near each other. So Jesse took a picture and sent it to Nicole, who earlier had been freaked out about finding one in the bathroom at the shop, and we all went to bed. The boys talked about taking them to work and letting them loose in the girls' bathroom, but they were still on the counter when I got up. One of them looked like it had changed color, too, which was strange. It looked much darker and less colorful than it had last night. I don't know if that's a normal thing, or if it was somehow due to sitting on the kitchen counter all night. I took them outside and set them free, since they seem to have lost their novelty.
Also yesterday, I walked to where I thought there should be a dance studio, but there was nothing there. Just a gas station. It was a bit disappointing, I won't lie. But I know that there are at least two in Graham, which is only about 30 miles from here, and they even have websites! I'm not sure how much luck I would have getting into dance right away in Texas...most of the teachers that I have found bios for have been Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, or Rockettes, or Miss Something Southerny. I watched a few videos of dance teams, and it took me almost an hour to find anything that looked familiar to me. There are people who do lyrical here, so that is something. I would feel inadequate, though, trying to teach lyrical in a place where everyone does pom and kick and drill and prop and who knows what all else. On one dance team they announced the director, the officers, the captains, and the lieutenants. Granted, they had 50-60 girls on the team at least, but my goodness! How many heads do you need on the totem pole? Coaches, captains, everyone else. I'm happy with that arrangement. Well, I guess it would just be something to get used to.
I'm thinking about making some peanut butter cookies...I know Jesse doesn't like them, but they're the only kind that I actually have all the ingredients for, and it's actually cool enough that I won't feel ridiculous baking things. I was going to make a pumpkin pie, but I don't have any condensed milk...
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