kyra_ojosverdes | Good Things

They've finished with the road leading to the boys' day camp. I don't have to drive around the long way anymore.

Malfunction Junction, an intersection of three major roads, is a favorite spot for Jesus Screamers and other bringers of non-consensual "communication." Today, there was a man on the usual corner, but he was not a Jesus Screamer. He had no bullhorn. He had no sandwich-board. His face was painted purple. He was wearing black tights. He had shoulder-length dreadlocks, pulled up into a ponytail on top of his head. He was wearing a black and purple satin harlequin outfit, and was giving the "parade wave" to passing cars, with a huge grin. (I'm choosing to ignore the fact that he's probably advertisement for the carnival going on right now, and counting him as local color.) God, I love Missoula.

It's cooler. It was 78° when I drove the boys to day camp at 10:00 am. That's a huge improvement.

I just talked to the office manager for University housing. Even though it'll make things difficult for them, I can stay as long as I need. They need to get the place painted and rented to someone else, but they're not going to put us on the street. (Now to get funds for paying the rent.)

My boys have the bestest daycare guy EVAR. Dave is so awesome. All the kids worship him, as do a good portion of the parents. Between Dave and Renfroe, my kids have some kickass men in their lives. Happy, happy!

I got brave/frustrated/jealous/hot/whatever enough on Saturday to wear just a sports bra and shorts in public. (I'm extremely self-conscious about my tummy, which has really bad stretch marks. It looks better right now, with the extra chub. When I'm thinner, it's all wrinkly and ick.) Renfroe and I took the kids to splash around at the park, and he stripped down to just his shorts. I sat there in my jeans and tee for a while, but couldn't take it anymore. Viva la panza!