I guess I’m sort of like Georges Hautecort these days.
But I’ll rewind first since it’s been a while.
Well, actually the first thing isn’t that far off topic. For the first week I was back I didn’t venture into my back yard; arrived back from work while it was too dark to see anything, left without peeking back there. But on Thursday I noticed this little doo-dad just chilling.
How long had she been there? What was her purpose? These thoughts consumed me until I got it out of Mary that it had been her, Beth, and Annabel who’d picked her up from a thrift store while out on a night on the town, over the holiday break. Pranksters all. I think I’ll name it Clarence or Chessie. And yes it’s still out there.
On Saturday last week I hosted my old roommate’s bachelor party. We’d laid careful plans to surprise him when he walked up thinking it was just gonna be a chill dinner with me, but half the groomsmen didn’t show up on time. Wasn’t that big a deal though, since the groom himself showed up almost an hour later than he should’ve, so whatevs.
On Sunday I woke up and checked Facebook to see it was the first Sunday School of the New World Order, and I had neglected to arrange for anyone to teach. Oopsie. I slapped together a lesson plan, which came together fabulously thanks to some great audience participation. Even got thanked in the closing prayer for all the time I’d put into preparing the lesson 🙂
That evening was a nice dinner with friends I hadn’t caught up with in a while.
On Monday we had the first of our quarterly “Sam Valley Talks”, mini-TED-talks by members of the ward on whatever they’re passionate about. We heard about behavioral psychology, curing cancer with modified T-cells, and I gave a picture-laden talk on how the Internet works. Good fun.
On Tuesday I went to a local gun range as a good-bye party of sorts for a friend from work who’s heading out to Utah to work for a start-up that offers Internet-connected baby monitoring solutions, including a sock that monitors heart-rate and other metrics. She’s the one whose cats I had over a few months ago.
And given that she doesn’t yet have long-term accommodations arranged in Utah yet, she’s elected to leave her cats up here while she scouts ahead. I volunteered to take care of them again. They’re still adjusting, but they aren’t cowering in fear like last time so I think they recognize the house layout, even if they haven’t yet recognized me.
Clearly still adjusting. 
I wasn’t feeling too charitable after a few bats to my face.
I don’t think I’ll be keeping them terribly long, maybe a couple weeks or so. Just enough time for them to settle in before being shipped off to Timbuktu Lehi.
Timbuktu sounds good