Weekend Update

sam­bear and I were up WAY too late last night. He want­ed to see what’s actu­al­ly on some of those cable chan­nels we’ve been pay­ing for—imagine that! 

Some­how we end­ed up watch­ing most of Kama Sutra. I was done when things got vio­lent, but the danc­ing was worth watch­ing and some of the dia­logue was inter­est­ing. It was pret­ty weird over­all, and not some­thing I’m like­ly to watch again.

His ex-wife just called to say that the kids would be at the meet­ing place two hours ear­ly. Good thing we were in town, huh? She flew them out and back on stand­by, and it seems they got a flight ear­li­er than antic­i­pat­ed. Good thing they got a flight, or she’d be fac­ing legal charges. That kind of non­sense is just way too uncer­tain for words—she’s so frellin’ irre­spon­si­ble! Not that this is a sur­prise to any­one who has fol­lowed any of this saga at all. Any­way, the hap­py here is that we’re get­ting R and G back. I hope the adjust­ment isn’t quite as bad this time as it has been some­times in the past.

We did much more nov­el plot­ting today. In fact, at this point, we prob­a­bly have enough mate­r­i­al for at least three nov­els about these two main char­ac­ters. We had to fig­ure out pre­vi­ous­ly unex­plored events of the last few cen­turies in their world to real­ly know why things are hap­pen­ing as they are now. It’s inter­est­ing how things we’ve “known” in the past in work­ing through sto­ries in this world that seemed to be unre­lat­ed come up and explain what’s going on now in new and sur­pris­ing ways.

sam­bear post­ed a pic­ture of Mica and Moon­stone yes­ter­day. This morn­ing they appar­ent­ly decid­ed we’d slept in too long and pro­ceed­ed to tear a hole in the car­pet at the thresh­old of our bed­room. They are not my favorite crit­ters in the world today. I have a long, deep scratch run­ning across the top of my left thigh and down the inside where Shel­ley fell off my desk yes­ter­day and tried to save her­self, too. Ouch. At least she only got me with one claw rather than two or more pawsful—that’s hap­pened in the past. Per­haps I should learn to wear more clothing?

god­dessin­ga and greyknight are keep­ing shad­owkatt longer than planned. My child has appar­ent­ly decid­ed to go be a majorette at UGA. Please, some­body, save us! If any­one saw a very angry ghost yes­ter­day, it was prob­a­bly her father, who was a Tech man, protest­ing the cor­rup­tion of his only child.