Neighbors

I've always wanted to be the type of neighbor that welcomes move-ins into the neighborhood with a fresh batch of cookies . . . but, alas, I am not that type of neighbor. The condos around us are finally starting to sell, and we've had quite a few neighbors move in. I made Ken come with me to meet the first set - Jon and Ann ( I can never get their names straight though - I always call them Jan and Bob - but at least we don't see them often enough for me to make this mistake to them in person.)

Then we had neighbors move in next door - but I had just started getting sick, and I barely felt inclined to talk to people I knew, let alone be overly-friendly and meet the new neighbors next door. So instead of meeting the neighbors, Ken and I sit at home and try to figure out their story. What do they do for work? Who REALLY lives in the condo? It's taken us a few months, but we have guessed that our next door neighbor works nights, presumably at the hospital, and lives by herself, but frequently has friends over. Now that I think about it, it's probably pretty creepy that we have "guessed" that much about her, without meeting her. I'd really like to formally meet her, but how do you introduce yourself to someone you've seen come/go for 3 months? Any ideas?

We have other neighbors too. There is the family in the next building over that has matching cars - not just the same make, but same model AND same color - weird! Then there is the "group" of people in the 3-bedroom condo on the other side of us. I have yet to figure out who REALLY lives there, but at least one of the "visitors" is a police officer on the K-9 unit (unless he got the shirt at Goodwill or something). Ya know, I think Ken and I might be disappointed when we actually "meet" our neighbors, because then we won't be able to make up stories about them anymore. I wonder what kind of stories they've concocted about Ken and I? Or maybe we're the only ones that "play" this game?

The Sound of Silence

Ken left last Thurs. for an 8-week internship in Portland. That leaves me home by myself. Unlike some people, I hate being home alone. I get bored with no one to talk to, and I really dislike the sound of silence. One thing I've found to avoid the sound of silence is to play music often. Ken has a huge collection of cd's. Around the beginning of the year, give or take a month, I suggested to Ken that we should listen to all of our cd's - from A (ABBA) - Y (Yoakam). We agreed that if we had more than 1 cd of an artist, that we would only listen to one of them, so as to not bore or irritate the other, if said artist was not our favorite. We did pretty good for awhile, but Ken soon tired of this method - sometimes the artist/ cd we were on, just wasn't the style he was in the mood to listen to. I, however, found it very interesting to listen to groups that I had never heard before. With Ken being gone, I decided to start where we had left off - with the "H's". Some cds I have started, and couldn't finish; some I haven't even put in the cd player, based on the cd cover; and others I have completely enjoyed. He's been gone 6 days now, and I am currently on the "J's". Who knows where I'll be in 8 weeks, but at least it won't be silent.

When Ken left, he took our laptop, and left me with the desktop computer. The desktop computer is hit and miss (mostly miss) when connecting to the internet, which is very frustrating to someone like me - an internet junkie. I need my daily dose of e-mail, Facebook, and reading blogs. The day Ken left, I spent 45 min. just trying to get the Yahoo home page to load, without success. I was also without a cellphone that day, which combined with the lack of internet, left me feeling a bit pioneer-ish. I felt so isolated and silenced by the lack of technology. I finally found success by moving the computer onto the floor, in front of the sliding glass door, facing the wireless antenna outside. It's not pretty, but it works.

And then there is the lack of silence around my home. We live in a condo, otherwise known as a renovated apartment complex. Most of the time, it's not too bad, but occasionally there are occurrences that really get me irritated, ie. no bikes on our patio. We have a neighbor upstairs - Larry. Nice guy, lives by himself, doesn't make much noise, except for when one of his favorite classic rock songs is on the radio/ cd, and then he plays it so loudly, I don't need my radio on. Since this is a fairly random occurrence, I've never complained - at least not to him :) However, he also has friends that drop by to visit him, and their lack of silence drives me crazy. Apparently they are incredibly lazy, lack phones, and common courtesy. When they come to visit, they don't call or go up to his door and knock; no, they yell from the sidewalk, or even worse, from their car parked out front. Seriously? I've never seen such behavior before. I have yet to challenge their lack of silence, but I'm mentally preparing myself for an encounter in the future.

Photo Shoot

Yesterday Ken and I went to Phoenix to see our baby. 3-D ultrasounds are awesome. The baby is only 2 1/2 inches long, but it was amazing to see so much detail. What a relief to find out that the baby is growing and developing normally.

Limericks

My dad loves limericks. At one time, my dad worked as a Safety Hazard Analysist. He discovered a hazard at work, regarding a vacuum cleaner and made up this limerick to warn others of the hazard.

There was a technician named Bill

Who sucked up a flammable spill.

The static excited,

The vapor ignited,

and Bill is now in the hill.

My friends Kathryn and Mike used to leave "Deep Thoughts" on our message board at our house when they came to visit. So my dad made up a limerick about deep thoughts.

There was a man of deep thought.

The cells of his brain he wrought.

So deep did he think,

His brain did shrink,

So what he thought he forgot.

And my dad has passed on his love of limericks to me and my siblings. One year when most of us were home for Christmas, we came up with a new message for our parent's answering machine.

The Thornleys can't come to the phone.

Perhaps they're not at home.

They wish to receive,

The message you leave,

So start speaking right after the tone.

The other day I decided to try my hand at writing a limerick, and this is what I came up with.

There once was a town in A-Z,

Where living was quaint and easy.

Ken is almost through school,

Sharon has a job - and that's cool,

And now they're expecting a baby*.

*Editor's note - The baby is due Mar. 2

3 Men, a Lady and a Mountain

For months, I have been planning for, exercising for, and getting excited for hiking Mt. Humphries - the tallest peak in Arizona. On Saturday, Aug. 8, my husband, Ken, my brother, Paul, my friend, Amber and her husband, Andy all hiked Mt. Humphries without me. I have discovered that sometimes things don't work out like we planned and prepared for. I was super disappointed, but decided that if I couldn't do the hike, I'd at least make it easier for Amber and Andy to do so. So I ended up staying home and babysitting Kylee (their very cute almost 1-year old - sorry, I don't have a picture).

The start of the hike: 7:40am

2/3 the way up the mountain, at the "saddle" - between Agassiz & Mt. Humphries.

Starting up the "saddle" to get to the top.

One of the few pictures of Ken (since we was taking the pictures).

They made it - 4 hours to the top (Andy, Amber, Paul, and Ken).

Heading back down.

2 1/2 hours back to the trailhead. Four tired, but successful hikers can now cross off "Hike tallest peak in AZ" off their To-Do list.

P.S. Blogging about someone else's adventures isn't as exciting as blogging about your own, but sometimes that too has to be done :) Thanks Brenda for reminding me that I haven't posted anything lately.