Chelsea Margaret

As the weather dips and spikes in the oh, so wonderful Palouse region, I can’t help but be thankful for my new, temperate abode.

At my old place, up in apartment-ville, I felt like I may have been melting. Eating five Popsicles a day and laying on the floor in my swimsuit, wishing I hadn’t finsihed off the bucket of margarita the day before. ( Which actually wasn’t all that bad, taking into consideration my sincere love for popsicles.)

But here, the apartment is half underground, and almost always in the shade. It hasn’t gotten unbearable yet. And even if it does, the city’s outdoor pool is literally right across the street! I’m beginning to think living in the bottom half of a house has its perks. Even if the upstairs neighbor feels its necessary to vacuum at 7 am, in high heels.

I really wish I was joking about the high heels.

The summer has been great so far. Got the internet hooked up, and am now tackling the Adobe frontier. I’ve made it a personal goal to understand, then master Illustrator, as well as Photoshop. Ooh. And maybe re-design my site, so it actually reflects my personality. I tend to think I’m a bit more messy than all this pristine white and straight lines. But it looks awfully professional and nice, so I just can’t decide.

On the agenda tomorrow is the Moscow Farmer’s Market, and a long, long endurance building bike ride out into the land that time forgot. A.K.A., rural Idaho. Yikes.

I’m bringing plenty of food, water, my boyfriend, mace, and maybe a rifle. I don’t know. Wish me luck. You never know what you’ll find out in those woods. Case in point, Andy encountered an angry family of badgers yesterday out there, and I’ve never seen a badger, much less an angry one, but that doesn’t mean a pack of them wouldn’t scare the hell out of me.

I’m hoping the mace will protect me from the badgers.