Happy Fourth of July!
Despite appearances, I have not in fact declared my independence from blogging. I am still madly scribbling down The Seven-Year-Old’s questions for future posts:
- “How did people realize that there are colors that we just can’t see?”
- “Are there jellyfish that can clone themselves?”
- “Why do Rice Krispies pop?”
- “Why do Daddyo’s day-old biscuits taste bitter?”
- “How do you dry dock an aircraft carrier?”
OK, that last one may have been Daddyo’s, but it sounds terribly interesting, doesn’t it? I’m looking forward to having the time (and the mental space) to look up the answers to these and all the other questions that have buzzed about The Seven-Year-Old’s brain these past few weeks.
Sadly, scribbling down notes is about all I’ve had time to do lately, as we have moved again. Happily, we are now in our (hopefully) permanent Chicago home, which means that once I’m through the press of unpacking this round, I should be good for a while. After eighteen months of nearly continuous contemplation and/or execution of one move or another, I’m insanely motivated to finally get this done, and have been working on it nearly full-time since sometime last May.
This week we hit a major milestone. Only 99 boxes to go before we can call ourselves settled and resume normal life. A discovery that prompted Daddyo to burst into song:
♪♫ 99 boxes of stuff on the floor
99 boxes of stuff.
Take one down, scatter the stuff all around,
98 boxes of stuff on the floor… ♫
So that’s where we are. Singing about boxes of stuff as we slowly build each of the rooms in our new home, and grapple with life-altering questions like “Do we really need that 12th box of office supplies?” “What is that? A Cat 4 cable?”
In brief, we’ve been busy. We just haven’t been busy with the sorts of things that make for good Caterpickling.
With good luck, I’ll be done with (& recovered from) the current move by August, at which point The Seven-Year-Old and I will attempt to pack in an entire summer’s worth of fun into three crazy weeks. Checking my calendar, this implies regular posting on Caterpickles will resume in early September. In the meantime, it’ll be intermittent posting only, I’m afraid.
Thank you for your patience.
- Low-humidity water (Caterpickles)
- My piano’s back! (Caterpickles)
- In which I begin to explain the recent Great Silence (Caterpickles)