Overheard at The Eilers:
(Brian distinctly beginning to sing)
Me: Omg, what are you singing? Is that the Barney song?
Brian: (stops immediately) Uh, yeah, I think so…I didn’t realize what it was until then.

Discovered that international tug of war is an actual thing. Highly entertaining TV watching if one is bored on a Saturday morning. And taken very seriously by a good many countries in Europe apparently.

Had the quintessential Montana morning. Breakfasted at the reservoir, hiked, and U-Picked our way to anxiety inducing, semi-artfully arranged floral bouquets.

Volunteered in my capacity as a board member ringing up customers during the library book sale. Can 100% confirm that I have forgotten all forms of basic math including counting, addition, multiplication and making change. This is why I’m not allowed access to QuickBooks at work.

“Metabolics is a just a joke! It’s just so hard to publish the data!” in response to one of The Scientist’s papers being rejected for review. Used my very best social workery skills to empathize. Learned also the difference between high impact and low impact journals.

Was referred to and celebrated as the basement troll that I was after helping to pack and sort 40+ boxes of books last week. Having not been called this particular name before I suspected it was high praise and took it as a compliment.

Heard The Scientist call COVID the ‘rona for the first time, well, ever. Even he is giving up. How far we’ve come from the days of SARS-CoV-2.

Attended my first movie since 2019 thanks to work’s wellness book club wanting to judge the movie version vs. book. Wore a mask. Felt slightly better each time I heard someone near by sneeze or cough. Opted not to indulge in my contraband Junior Mints in order to remain masked up.

Passed a sad little billboard awaiting its next advertisement while traveling through rural Montana. Currently on it? Graffiti with the following words, “I Am Tired.” Same, same.

Snacked my way through my father-in-laws massive garden. Decided sunkissed raspberries are legit the best and that Walla Walla onions are delicate little things that I am now afraid to touch lest they bruise.

Negotiated with a coworker for a much needed office supply porch drop. I received 7 thank you notes with envelopes in exchange for 1 address label and a 13 page print job. Oh, the remote life is glamorous, indeed.

Bounded down the stairs after hearing a startling noise emanating from the kitchen. Discovered the freezer had wigged out scattering quickly melting ice cubes throughout the entire area.

Me? I’m just problem-solving my way to getting Brian the ladder he wanted for his birthday by having him pick it up himself.