A few thoughts and notes about this past weekend.... just personal stuff.
We entertained our first guest at Crooked Acre. Yes, I said 'Crooked Acre'. The house has a name. We found a book buried away in the closet, containing information about the physical plant, and the book had the house's name on it's cover.
So... first meal for guests... and it was stir fry veggies over basmatti rice. Extra sauce on the side, quality chop sticks at each setting, and warm bread with olive oil for starters. Fruit soaked in Saki was dessert. Nice... and I really, really enjoyed cooking the meal in our new home.
We are moved in enough to begin thinking about 'decorating', that being the placement of things around the house to make it more like our home. It needs to be noted... the first things hung on the living room barn-wood walls were swords. Yes, I own a sword, and so does Jessi. Why? Because swords are good to have... you know... just in case that whole zombie thing turns out to be real.
The house is heated by an oil fired hot water furnace piping hot water through baseboard radiators. It's gentle, effective, reasonable efficient, and noisy as hell. The furnace kicks on with a 'wump', just after the circulator pump activates. Every pipe in that heating zone then begins it's conversation with the house, creaking and groaning in patterns more intelligible than most news broadcasters. At 5am, the discussion is most vivid, and entrancing to lay in bed listening to.
I hope I don't get so used to it that it passes into the background.
Today, on MLK's memorial selective day off, my school is closed. Penn State, however, does not recognize the good doctors contribution by honoring the holiday, so my college algebra class will still be in session this evening. I will spend a fair part of the day with my nose aimed at the math text, a book written in a strange fairy language that doesn't bear voicing. To make it even more... interesting... the professor writes this stuff out on the chalk board (yes, chalk board... it's PSU, remember?) and only occasionally takes the time to explain to us poor cave dwellers what all the terms mean. Since he eats, sleeps, and even breaths this stuff.... he just assumes we do too.
I think a pot of coffee is in order, and some breakfast. Something simple today, as it's a quiet and simple morning. Princess sleeps in, so I'll enjoy breaking my fast by the fire, book in hand... while watching the sunrise over the trees in the distance.
Life is good.