I’ve always wanted to go on sabbatical, but I thought it was only something women with frizzy red hair who drink whiskey straight and smoke long slender cigarettes did. And professors. They do it too. And while I have the frizzy red hair down and I’ve been known to sip some bourbon, I don’t smoke and I just took an unintentional hiatus. Nothing as cool as a full fledged sabbatical.
What have I been up to since last we spoke? Just completely dumping my world upside down is all. So Sober September turned into Sober 9 months, because it turns out I’m growing a monster inside me, as women of a certain age are wont to do. Needless to say my beer drinking days have been over, for now.
I also spent a month or so purchasing a house. Then moving into that house. Our house is pretty rad, it’s big enough that my husband and I can spend time together if we want to, but we aren’t forced together and forced to resent each other like our previous living accommodations made us. It’s located in a small valley behind Hendrick’s Park in Eugene which makes it more like living in the woods than most other places in town, we even have wild turkeys in the hood. It’s close to the University where my husband works and close to Little Big Burger, where I live part time because I’m pregnant. All cynicism aside, I’m pretty happy to hang out in my new home, feel my kiddo karate chopping me in the ribs all night and drink herbal tea, but not just any herbal tea, just the pregnant lady approved kind.
Obviously, in my beer world things have slowed down a bit, but with the speed the rest of my life is moving, I’m A-ok with that. But, don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait to hand this fella over to my husband and chug about 8 beers. It’ll probably be like 1.5 then I’ll pass out, but you get the idea.
I’m not going to promise to be any better about getting my posts up in a timely fashion, but I will try. I also will be having some home brew updates soon, and with any luck by mid May I’ll be back at it.
So cheers to growing the hell up.