And we have her all weekend! Squee!
It feels like two, really. And Date Night was spent sorta gaming but mostly cleaning, which was a bit of a cheat. We both agreed to it, but it still is!
We slaved like good little middle-Americans all day and evening, cleaning and decluttering and otherwise getting thing done befoere Hope arrives! We’re so excited! (And it’s stuff we needed to do anyone, but she’s the most pleasant kicik in the pants I’ve ever known.)
GAH! If the keyboard made a loud sound at every type, it would have already been in flight. I hope this got to you in a readable manner.
I suppose it could be called a Bookcase Tree, because of its iasic deisngn. It wouldn’t be the best choice of design for sleeping quarters for a claustrophone lke me, and procratinators wpuld find it even harder to quit reading and go to sleep. I would love to have this for a little one
Wow. This has been a very short week. I’m sure it doesn’t feel that way to my poor Sam, but it does to me. That’s what happens when you sleep through most of it, I suppose. I’ve avoided acknowledging the possibility that Katie AND I have mono, but I have the same symptoms she does, and neither of us are getting any better.
My dreams are increasingly weird. I have to think that I’ve slept so much that my brain is done with ordinary processing, so now it’s dredging up All That Weird Shit. Increased hypnagogic episodes, oh joy. I hate those!
Continue reading “Gone Already?”
Warning: The following photo may engender extreme reactions in bibliophiles. View with caution.
Continue reading “Stairway to Heaven”
I am, in fact, still keeping up with Thing-a-Day! I need to go post over there, though. I do wish I could automatically cross-post, but if wishes were fishes and all that.
I stitched tonight while Sam and I gamed. I also wrote for a while, earlier. Sam and I have recently begun participating in a forum that does a great job of encouraging introspection, and being a safe place in which to express oneself. It’s a powerful thing, and I’m in awe of the people who created and run it.
Continue reading “Still Thinging; Date Night”
Over the last two years, Sam and I have talked about moving elsewhere. Georgia has almost no consumer protections for citizens, has a crappy support structure for humans in just about every way you can imagine, and has law enforcement who don’t care to enforce laws unless you’ve got enough money to get their attention. Essentially, we want to live in a blue state, which means leaving the Bible belt. Cooler weather would be nice, too. Less humid heat, at least, would be a relief.
We haven’t really made plans, not wanting to uproot Katie while she was in school and so on. There’s a lot of inertia, too, since I’ve been here all my life (except for the few years in Alabama before my parents moved us to Atlanta). Sam was born here, and wasn’t thrilled with New York or New Jersey when he lived there. Our families are here, which means something, even if we don’t see them that often.
Continue reading “How do you decide where to live?”
The girl is gone this weekend. I’m starting to feel like the house is just a place where she keeps her stuff and does her laundry! I suppose that’s normal for any parent of an older teen, and good practice for when she goes off to college. It doesn’t mean that i have to like it, though!
Sam has been Mr. Podcasty tonight, recording a roundtable discussion for someone else’s show, then recording a new Square One episode with Bill Walton. I’m tempted to do a Fibrant Living again. It’s certainly been long enough!
I have hopes of rearranging the living room to some extent tomorrow, to make the house more inviting for guests and make it easier to play the piano. I’m really tempted to reclaim the back bedroom as “office space,” but Sam will kill me if I ask him to move the big sofa again. I just have this feeling that as long as our computers are out here in the public area, we aren’t going to be very successful at keeping the public areas uncluttered. I’d need a desk to move my computer in there, though, or we’d need another table.
We really, really need to improve the lighting in the living room. One of the torchiere lamps has a broken switch, and we don’t really have any task lighting at all. I’d much prefer the sort of lamps that have those adjustable heads, so some point up and another points down at whatever you’re reading or stitching.
Yep, I’m totally random tonight. This is Cyn on breakthrough meds. Whee!
I had an entry almost completely written, and it was good. Then I hit something badly with my numb hand, and my browser backed up a page. Now the entry is all gone. Yes, I should have saved sometime while writing, but I was on a roll.
So you’ll have to settle for knowing that I spent the day recovering from yesterday but my body is still pissy at me. Otherwise, I think the ACLU is very confused about what “public” means. According to the APA, I am not mythical (which is a big relief), and researchers at the University of San Diego say that same sex relationships may be healthier than opposite sex couplings. Finally, the Queen is firmly “lowering the ‘chav’ factor” at Royal Ascot, which is sure to make the world a far safer place. Or something.
I mean, like get up by a certain time and be conscious enough to drive, which is unusual. Really unusual, as I very seldom drive. But the girl needs to go see the doctor, and she still sees a pediatrician because they’re easier to get in to see when you need to see them, and sick visits mean waiting and waiting in the lobby. It would take way too much of Sam’s day to try to take off work to do it. So unless I just can’t, at all, it’ll be me. So no long entry tonight!