Jellies

I've been sitting in lab 5 for about 12 hours now.  I have little to show for it--namely a stupid powerpoint and empty bags of tortilla chips, apricots, and chocolates.  I think I've gotten 5000 times my daily recommended amount of sodium.  I've drunk almost no water and had black black black tea this morning.  Yet it is somehow hard for me to motivate myself to ride home through the black black black forest, up the long long long hill to go home.  Where I will inject myself with more sodium if I feel up to the task of boiling water.  No guarantees.  I suppose it would be irresposible of me to sleep in the lab, but I have to be here in 10 hours anyways...so, what's the big deal really? 

This is what I'm going to be for Halloween.  I gotta figure out how to do it though.

If I had a camera...

If I had a camera, I would have taken pictures of:

-The strawberry rhubarb pie sack from Sunday.
-The way too sweet beer bread from last night and right now.
-The billions of dinner plate jellyfish (not the actual name of jellyfish) washed up in Griffin Bay.  Jellyfish are so weird.
-Velma the cat curled up on my keyboard while I watched the Life Aquatic.
-The Harbor Porpoise dissection this morning.
-The sunrise yesterday.
-The waves we were bobbing around in on the centennial yesterday trying to count birds and mammals.
-The other Bridget.  There's two of us. 
-The Golden-crowned Sparrow that hit a window at lab 5.  I kept it and it is in an inconpicuous bag in the freezer.
-The red fox that sat by our van for awhile and waited for us to feed it.  What a sucker.

-Let's be realistic--even when I have a camera, I NEVER take pictures of anything.  Except food.  Most notably, spilled food. 

Anyways, heading home Friday night.  I have to load up on extremely warm clothes in preparation for being cold and probably wet for a week on the Thompson.  I should also probably go to the doctor. 

too much booty in the pants

Today is a Monday. 

Yesterday, I did not check my e-mail.  I did not use the internet.  I sat around all morning, made the pie crust.  It made me wish that I had hands like a food processor--fast and deadly sharp.  Then I rode my bike up past False Bay and over towards American Camp.  I went for a long run through the field down to South Beach and then up the ridge by Jackle's Lagoon.  I could see the Olympics outlined in the haze.  The water was still.  Then I made a strawberry-rhubarb pie that was more like strawberry-rhubarb flavored sugar-soup in a pastry bag. 

I woke up sore this morning.  So I used this new leg-jiggling strategy that has all the exercise pros a talking amongst themselves:

The weird gross noises that sound like someone hitting a geoduck with a baby are just me laughing.

  

Jet packs on my ARMS, jet packs on my LEGS, jet packs EVERYWHERE

Do I cook?  Do I clean?  What do I do with free time, a dead phone, limited internet access, and no friends? 

The time has come to resort to the old time acts of fun-having: long walks through the wet woods.