I tried to warn him. I’ve been nagging Ian for weeks to write a guest post on my blog. He kept saying he would get around to it, but it hasn’t happened yet. Call this a revenge post if you will. Though that’s not really accurate because I’m pretty sure Ian would love it. Call it a celebration of the quirkier side of living in almost complete isolation with one other person you thought you knew pretty well but very quickly realized you know next to nothing about. Not that any of this was unexpected. But it’s sure interesting to experience. November 14 is our three month wedding anniversary, and a lot of life has happened since that crazy day in August.
Three months of marriage have caused us to create nicknames for each other. When I get frustrated by Ian’s matter-of-fact answers I call him “Rational Maaaan” (said in a deep thunderous voice like how you would call for a super hero in their opening song). He flips the conversation on me by squealing “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemotive Girl”. While Ian thinks with his head, I trust my heart to lead me, often putting more stock in my own intuition than the facts around me. For a man that sets the course of his life by fact, this can be unforgivable in arguments. I could easily use an entire blog post to talk about some of the tension and sheer confusion that these different ways of viewing the world create for us. But for now, just to for the pleasure of posting some of my favorite pictures, I will show the world that my new husband’s actions aren’t always as rational as they may seem to him.
So without farther ado, enjoy these exceptionally rare photos of a decidedly UNrational Ian!
These photos are of one of Ian’s summer projects- a bike powered water pump! At home he used it to spray me when I walked by, but now on our homestead it can be exceptionally useful. Since we don’t have any outdoor water spigots, a system to pump water from our rain barrels and through a hose will be very necessary for watering the garden in the spring.
And my favorite… one day during a heavy rainstorm, I wandered into our cistern house to check the status of our water tanks and stumbled upon this scene. Ian, happy as a clam, fully immersed in a filthy tank with a big scrub brush. Different strokes for different folks. Personally, I’m a little obsessed with how easily that lid could get screwed back on the tank with someone inside. How the heck would you ever get out?? One big rainstorm and you’d drown. You’ll never catch me alive or dead in that fool tank.