Him: What's up with the new weeding style?
Him: The one where you rip them out and leave them in little piles all over the grass and I eventually pick them up a week or two later when they turn brown...?
Me: Ah. I figured I would eventually mow over them with the tractor and mulch 'em up. Sort of like fertilizing the grass but without chemicals.
Him: Please don't.
Me: Noted. Can we address the energetic sucking of breath mints?
Him: They taste better when you oxygenate them during the dissolving process.
Me: By sucking them like an old person sucking on their dentures?
Him: Oh. OK, then. I'll work on it.
The one thing we both agreed on is that we both miss the cultural activities we used to attend when we lived in bigger towns. It's not that those opportunities don't exist in Maine, but you have to be a little more assertive in searching them out. We decided to make that a new priority.
In the past two weeks, we've attended:
*2 end-of-session concerts at Bear's band camp (obviously we would have gone to these anyway, but they were really amazingly good and deserve mention)
*three classical concerts at a nearby college
*"Chicago" at the Maine State Music Theatre
And we're looking into tickets to see the Broadway touring company of "Spamalot" when they come through this fall.
Surprise Side Effects of OPERATION CULCHAH:
1. Bug is now obsessed with taking cello lessons. When we sat down at one of the concerts, she popped right back up out of her seat and demanded that I switch seats with her because she "couldn't see the cello." We're looking into lessons.
2. Bear, three year adherent of the jeans/shorts and t-shirt dress code, is suddenly passionately into dresses.
3. Bug spent Saturday uploading 306 classical pieces onto her iPod. After playing them in her room for several hours, she reports that classical music "calms the cats."
4. I got to buy new shoes. Score.