fresh fish

may 29th was my last post? boo on me. hello? hello readers? are you still out there? meh.

so this is my life right now: on a weekly basis i spend a day or two on the cape (which my dad referred to as "the cod". no dad, stick with "the ohio" and leave the nicknaming to the natives) engaged in marketing and recruitment activities for our offices down south. yesterday i arose at the lovely hour of 5 am to be to a power-tools show at a local hardware chain at 7 am, where i would be helping set up and man a recruitment table. i was a bit worried to find that the event was outdoor seeing as the forecast was calling for the low 90's yesterday, and by low 90's they must have meant highest 90's as indicated by the "99" that appeared on the thermometer, but heat wave aside, the event actually turned out to be pretty fun. first of all, the majority demographics of those attending a power-tool show are nothing to complain about. i'm just saying, if you're a girl and you've ever walked past a construction site, you know what i'm getting at here...oh don't look at me like that. also, the store had a barbecue for the attendees, so i pretty much spent the entire day getting a tan, eating hamburgers, and chatting it up with some men folk. i casually mentioned to someone that sometimes i like a hot dog straight from the package in the fridge and had another guy perk up and ask if i liked sports and if i was married. might have been the best moment of my week, and heat wave aside, i think there are probably worse ways to spend a work day.

on a more important note, summer has unofficially officially started now that i've had my first night swim at walden. last saturday's intense heat was enough to drive anyone to extreme measures of keeping cool, and ours was to brave the still chilly waters of thoreau's old stomping grounds. it. was. perfect. the only tiny, minuscule hiccup to my every walden experience is this nagging fear that we'll take a moose by surprise as we tromp through the pitch dark woods, and be mauled to death by it's antlers. pretty gruesome, i know. i can't help being a worse case scenarioist in my head- and i'm sorry in advance for instilling this same fear into any who frequent the place late at night. it's probably completely unfounded. are there even moose at walden?

the problem with blogging infrequently is that by the time you get back to doing it, there's too much to say for one blog post. partly because no one likes epistles, but also because you are blogging at work and have a meeting with your boss in 5 minutes. or maybe that's just me.