Prarie
My family and I packed up our belongings and moved for the 9th time in the last decade.
So, after a brief happy period living where I always thought I'd live, I've moved progressively further away with each uprooting. We had an F town, then half hour west past the boroughs, and now, I'm in absolute no man's land! It's not quite the Cape, it's not quite Rhode Island, it's past the South Shore... It's the hole inbetween. Furthermore, I have landed squarely in the woods.
I mean, there is a veritable jungle outside my door. The house we got is this little box-like cottage with windows all around, which, by the way, was especially fun last Sunday during hurricane Irene. Enclosed in our little box, watching the trees bend, and the backyard get littered with what used to be mighty branches, I felt like Dorothy, whose little trailer was about to be blown off to Oz. Incidentally, we were in the hurricane hotspot of the heaviest power outages and largest amount of damage.
And yes, it is a jungle. At night, after the sun goes down, it absolutely vibrates and gyrates with millions of cicadas and grasshoppers, frogs and got knows what else. If you dare to step outside the door, you will see strange bugs you have never seen before. The other day, I was playing with Munchkin in the backyard, and I saw a locust. In fact, I just turned around, and right smack in the middle of the top pane of the French doors that look out onto our bucolic fron lawn, there sits THE MOTHER of all crickets. Or whatever the hell they are. I shit you not. Enclosed find a picture. Bucolic only works during the day. At night, I wish I could wrap the whole house in a healthy amount of mosquito net. Did I mention, the first case of EEE was documented in Massachusetts? This is great, since Munchking wakes up every morning and I play connect the dots with the new mosquito bites on his body.
I find myself suddenly drawn to long skirts and walking around barefoot.
So, after a brief happy period living where I always thought I'd live, I've moved progressively further away with each uprooting. We had an F town, then half hour west past the boroughs, and now, I'm in absolute no man's land! It's not quite the Cape, it's not quite Rhode Island, it's past the South Shore... It's the hole inbetween. Furthermore, I have landed squarely in the woods.
I mean, there is a veritable jungle outside my door. The house we got is this little box-like cottage with windows all around, which, by the way, was especially fun last Sunday during hurricane Irene. Enclosed in our little box, watching the trees bend, and the backyard get littered with what used to be mighty branches, I felt like Dorothy, whose little trailer was about to be blown off to Oz. Incidentally, we were in the hurricane hotspot of the heaviest power outages and largest amount of damage.
And yes, it is a jungle. At night, after the sun goes down, it absolutely vibrates and gyrates with millions of cicadas and grasshoppers, frogs and got knows what else. If you dare to step outside the door, you will see strange bugs you have never seen before. The other day, I was playing with Munchkin in the backyard, and I saw a locust. In fact, I just turned around, and right smack in the middle of the top pane of the French doors that look out onto our bucolic fron lawn, there sits THE MOTHER of all crickets. Or whatever the hell they are. I shit you not. Enclosed find a picture. Bucolic only works during the day. At night, I wish I could wrap the whole house in a healthy amount of mosquito net. Did I mention, the first case of EEE was documented in Massachusetts? This is great, since Munchking wakes up every morning and I play connect the dots with the new mosquito bites on his body.
I find myself suddenly drawn to long skirts and walking around barefoot.
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