yay for fall

i have been dreading the arrival of fall for the past month or so... if you have ever experienced seasons in wyoming you know that this dread is not premature... but now that the bite is in the air and the leaves are changing the dread has abated, though i am sure that not all of my roommates share this sentiment. i think for me it is the smells that made the transition more peaceful. the smells inside the house will be changing too, with fall comes the need to close the windows due to the chill. no fresh air means stronger boy smells, not always a good thing, and there is only really me to counter that smell (sorry britt, but you don't normally smell like a girl). i am a little trepidatious about this change... hopefully i will find it as painless as the transition to fall has been...

In the Arms of Comfort

Slowly, the living room has become a place of ever increasing fung shooy-ness. The Comfy Throne has migrated from Tessa and I's room and mingles with the other furniture. And the entire room seems to envelop one's senses as one might wrap up in a blanket after a day out in the harsh wind.

It is as if a gypsy caravan, carrying plush pillows, decadent hangings, plump cushions and warm blankets has arrived in our living room and lain all comfiness about the room. I find myself revelling in wonderful delight of such a place that I spend hours just soaking in the room.

It has also become a place of study, soft music playing, quiet conversation and daily meditation. The afternoon light allows a space for a soul to breathe, as evening provides a more somber environment for a good book or a film among friends.

The living room is an enchanted place, a place to unwind, relax, and step back from life for a while. I'll see you all there soon...

Blog Housekeeping

Just a brief update - I added a verification step to our comments because I deleted four pieces of "comment spam" from Tessa's lovely post this morning. When you comment in the future, you'll see this sort of thingy...

Roommate swap

the semester has gotten off to an interesting and at times jerky start, but i think that i have got the pattern down. i am really enjoying the pattern of evenings ending with the house, mostly, sitting around in the super comfy chairs in the living room and chatting. i say mostly because it seems to me that the semester beginning has brought on a change to the roommmate population. ben, who actully sleeps in the house (maybe, this has not yet been confirmed) seems to never be there; or if he is, he never joins us. gina, on the other hand doesn't live at flock hall, but instead purportedly resides at mcintyre hall, is quite often an active participant in these lively discussions - in addition to cooking, cleaning and sometimes sleeping at the residence. i know for a fact that we see more of her than ben. so it seems that we have swapped one roommate for another, much prettier, one (sorry ben, but you know she is). by the way ben, we miss you, and there is more than enough room in the ghetto for both of you!

Partners in Crime

One of the great things about living in Flock Hall is that you almost never have to be alone. Certainly, you can go in your room and close the door, but if you want company it is readily available. If you feel like walking to the mini-mart, someone is usually around and willing to go with you. If you want to share dinner, somebody will likely join you. Doing dishes, taking out the trash - all things that you don't have to do alone.

I suppose it's not all that unusual, really. Most people who live in a communal setting probably experience the same thing - but we here at Flock Hall sometimes serve above and beyond the call of duty. Here are some of the things you can count on your fellow Flock Hall inmates to share with you:

If you want to test fly a new stack of kites in the train yard at midnight...
If you come home at 1:00 AM 'shroomed out of your mind and want to go get food...
If you want to watch really bad TV ("Tribe" springs to mind)...
If you want to shave your head, bleach and/or dye your hair, or get pierced...
If you have no sex life of your own (in this case the sharing is only audible)...