Just Stuff

Last night, two rac­coons actu­al­ly knocked on the glass of the door to reg­is­ter their com­plaints about the lack of crit­ter crunch or peanuts for them. sam­bear pur­chased new coon food today and the kids put it out before we had din­ner this evening. So now two coons are out there again, eat­ing. And eat­ing. And eat­ing. I think it’s the same pair, although I can’t be sure. Demand­ing lit­tle gits, though.

sam­bear men­tioned get­ting a watch today. It may not be clear that this is a Big Deal. He has­n’t ever worn a watch in the time I’ve known him, and when I want­ed to get one for him he refused to so much as con­sid­er wear­ing one. Lack of watch + ADD = Chron­i­cal­ly Late. As in real­ly, severe­ly late at times. Or going out to get one thing at the gro­cery store and com­ing home 4 hours and 3 stores lat­er with stuff bulging out of the car. 

I’ve got­ten so accus­tomed to the fact that if he leaves here on a day when we’re sup­posed to be enter­tain­ing, he will NOT get home before the guests arrive. And then he’ll have no idea that he’s been gone that long. So I absolute­ly hate to see him leave the prop­er­ty at all on those days. Yes, this has become a major pet peeve for me.

And I don’t like to do any­thing that even seems clingy or nag­ging or any­thing, so I don’t like to point out that his­to­ry says it’s a bad idea for him to leave the house on those days. Or stop on the way home from work on gam­ing night, either. I feel absolute­ly mor­ti­fied when I’m sit­ting here with a room full of gamers, wait­ing for the GM to get home from work so we can play. And when it’s some oth­er event—well, he’s the socia­ble one. He’s the extro­vert. He usu­al­ly knows who­ev­er has been invit­ed much bet­ter than I do, and if he does­n’t he’s just bet­ter at deal­ing with new peo­ple. I’m more reluc­tant to plan things here due to the pos­si­bil­i­ty that no, he might not be here to greet people.

I’m hop­ing that maybe the watch will lead to a more “right now” sense of time so that it isn’t a prob­lem any­more. Or, at least, not as much of a problem.

I start­ed read­ing Kushiel’s Dart this evening. It’s a bit unset­tling so far. 

I had tried read­ing Forge of the Elders by L. Neil Smith first, since I’d read the pre­quel years ago when it came out. It was­n’t my favorite book by any means, but it was­n’t bad, and I did­n’t like not know­ing the end of the sto­ry. He wait­ed too bloody long to fin­ish it, though. And ever since his lighter, short­er books, he’s just got­ten too hap­py with his soap­box. I absolute­ly could not even get into the first chap­ter. I found that I had absolute­ly no inter­est in these char­ac­ters, this sto­ry, this situation—he’s just too heavy-hand­ed with his agenda.