The baby was kicking or punching or head-butting me hard last night. For the first time my hubby was able to put his hand on my belly and feel it. Before now the baby has been more fluttery or at least more internal about her movement. This was definitely more like right before the alien pops out of the body of Sigourney Weaver. It was pretty cool, though not necessarily totally pleasant for me. Of course I’m glad the little kadiddle is getting her exercise, but sheesh she’s a flailer!

The new house closed escrow. Today, we started tearing down wallpaper in the kitchen, put in a ceiling fan and had our new frig delivered. Fun!

I’ve been thinking that I don’t think (ponder, contemplate, etc.) like I used to when I lived in So. Cal. I mean, usually, I’d come across someone who would do something strange or mean or whatever and ponder the human condition. I do much less of that here. Probably because there are less people. Life is a bit different, more mellow up here. I’m more consistently happy. Is that a positive or a negative? I guess it depends on what terms you want to view it. So, right now my answer is I don’t know.

One thing I’m learning to like about this strange summer weather here in Washington is the sunshiny rain. Reminds me a bit of Hawaii.

And now that I’ve posted a bunch of nonsense, I’ll get back to things (and let you, who kept reading because you are quite determined, get back to your life as well).