Three Good Things!

The last time I respond­ed to a prompt from Plinky, it post­ed with absolute­ly no context—so let’s try to fix that this time. Today’s prompt is:

Share three good things about your life right now.
(A lit­tle New Agey, maybe, but it nev­er hurts to look on the bright side.)

Con­tin­ue read­ing “Three Good Things!”

Time Flies

I used to get so annoyed when my moth­er would say, “Twen­ty years from now, nobody will know the dif­fer­ence.” She was wrong in a sense—I cer­tain­ly still know the dif­fer­ence, about so very many things.

On the oth­er hand, I do under­stand the longer view much bet­ter now. Twen­ty years seemed like such a long time then, and now? It’s so very short.

In any case, Katie did get home from her trip to the great north­west. She had a mar­velous time and thinks she has found her school. 

I’m real­ly proud of her. She planned this trip, to a place nei­ther she nor any of us had ever been before, all by her­self. She went with­out a qualm, had a mar­velous time, man­aged her mon­ey mar­velous­ly, and made some great new friends.

Since then she also went to her first LARP. Again, she had a mar­velous adven­ture, lots of fun, and found a new thing she enjoys. I think we need to acquire camp­ing equipment.

Sam has start­ed play­ing Burn­ing Wheel with a group of local peo­ple. He real­ly enjoys the game. I’m glad to see him get­ting out and hav­ing some social time with others.

I had a big thing hap­pen, but I’m going to stay qui­et about it a lit­tle longer, ’til it’s also a sure thing.

In the mean­time, I’ve found a nice out­let for my OCD urges as a “librar­i­an” at Good Reads.

Um, Thank You?

Look! TWO posts in ONE day! Maybe I’m final­ly crawl­ing out of my pit of depression.

My very help­ful child dis­ap­proved of how I was treat­ing my small stitch­ing project, so she sweet­ly put it in a huge Ziplock bag and “put it away.”

I have absolute­ly no idea where “away” might be, but it isn’t in my stitch­ing bag, or near my reclin­er, or in the area where I’ve been sit­ting in the liv­ing room. Now she says she did­n’t put it any­where. Buh?

And we stopped at Michael’s yes­ter­day to get the DMC I need­ed for it!1

I also got the fab­ric for two big­ger pieces, though, so I can start one of those. Tech­ni­cal­ly, I know that I have the fab­ric for Deep Peace around here some­where, but I could­n’t find it, so I got a new piece. Now the orig­i­nal fab­ric will, of course, make itself known.

Small­er, less involved projects are bet­ter to do while in com­pa­ny, though. And it’s date night. The girl is, her­self, out on a date, so I can’t even shang­hai her into help­ing find the small project. Grump. She found sup­plies for a cou­ple of dif­fer­ent art projects while we were at Michael’s, too, so I expect heavy art­ing from her shortly.

We picked up din­ner for the three of us at Lit­tle Azio’s on the way home, which was as deli­cious as usu­al. That was a love­ly way to end a tir­ing, but reward­ing, day.


1 I pre­fer shop­ping at an LNS, but my favorite went online-only and this was an instant grat­i­fi­ca­tion thing.

New Year’s Eve

I hate com­ing up with titles. Can you tell?

Hap­py New Year to all of you. I hope to see more of you in per­son this year!

I’m still not feel­ing well at all, so I haven’t been online much. Despite that, my wrists have been aching as if I were work­ing again. How does that happen?

Our Yule was qui­et­ly pleas­ant. I hope your win­ter hol­i­day was as good.

I did final­ly fin­ish stitch­ing the Fairy Tale Sam­pler for Sam. It did­n’t take that much stitch­ing (so it can’t be blamed for the wrist pain), but I did have to re-pur­chase some Mill Hill beads. That gave me an excuse (like I need­ed it) to talk to Susan of Nease’s Needle­work, which is always love­ly. But now it’s finished!

My cam­era bat­tery won’t recharge any­more, so I’ll have to con­vince the girl to take a pho­to of the piece for me.

I think I’m final­ly ready to do Deep Peace. It’s a gor­geous piece, and some peo­ple I love dear­ly got all the sup­plies for it as a gift for me a few years back. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, we broke up right after that, and every time I start­ed to work on it, I cried. I think there’s been enough time now that I can focus on the hap­py mem­o­ries instead of the hard stuff.

I think I need to start a small­er project, too, that I can car­ry around with me. Com­plex projects don’t lend them­selves to pro­duc­tiv­i­ty while doing any­thing else, any­way. Sam tends to get me so inter­est­ed in gam­ing that I can’t get much stitch­ing done. Mul­ti-per­son games are bet­ter for needle­work, because I stitch while the focus is on some­one else.

I’m not real­ly into New Year’s Res­o­lu­tions, and if I made them seri­ous­ly, I’d be more like­ly to do so at Samhain than the end of January/beginning of Decem­ber. Still, I’ve been real­iz­ing how much I’ve missed needle­work. My eyes are still giv­ing me trou­ble, but I got out an old, portable magnifier/travel light and that helps. I think it may be worth­while to check into a mag­ni­fi­er attach­ment for my Ott Lite (after get­ting new glass­es). I’m going to try stitch­ing more reg­u­lar­ly, and I’d real­ly like to learn needle­point and knit­ting and/or cro­chet­ing. I think I can man­age the needle­point on my own, but not the yarn stuff. Hope­ful­ly I can find some­one local who is will­ing to teach me. Appar­ent­ly there’s a group meet­ing at a local library that may be a possibility.

I thought my DMC was get­ting too old for use or some­thing, because it kept fray­ing apart while I was stitch­ing. I final­ly real­ized (after buy­ing 3 new skeins of black floss) that I’d been using those nee­dles that does­n’t require thread­ing (which I love), and that they stress the floss (and the floss slips out eas­i­ly). I switched back to a reg­u­lar tapes­try nee­dle and presto! the prob­lem was gone. I can’t find those no-thread nee­dles any­where online, so I guess oth­er folks fig­ured that out far more quick­ly than I did! I have a two-sided nee­dle that came with a mag­a­zine or some such, but I don’t know that I can quite fig­ure out how to use it.

Sam and I are stay­ing in this evening, avoid­ing all the obnox­ious drunks in favor of our own cel­e­bra­tion. The girl is here, too, because her beau is in Europe with his fam­i­ly and most of her oth­er friends are also out of town (some­thing about a Flam­ing Lips concert?). 

After get­ting caught up with all the shows I enjoy, I went look­ing for some­thing else to view. I enjoy Bones, but I find the sizist com­ments (and plots) high­ly offen­sive. I tried to watch the first episode of The Men­tal­ist online, but it keeps tim­ing out. Sam got the first disc of The Tudors from Net­flix, and it’s inter­est­ing at times. I tend to get annoyed with the lib­er­ties they’ve tak­en with his­to­ry, though.

Scattered

Any­body else using Live­Mocha? Espe­cial­ly to learn French? I just joined (as Tech­noMom, of course) and would like to have “friends” there. I start­ed with the begin­ner lev­el, les­son one, and actu­al­ly learned a few new vocab­u­lary words. (My wee bit of for­eign lan­guage instruc­tion in high school sucked, to put it mild­ly.) You’re sup­posed to ask your “friends” for feed­back on your lessons, but I don’t have any and don’t real­ly want to ask total strangers about how bad­ly I did.

Sam and Katie have been at Dragon*Con for the past few days. We had a house guest, David, but I did­n’t real­ly “meet” him because of the late con hours and hav­ing a real­ly bad pain flare. Sor­ry David! He went home this after­noon. I’m glad Sam has the day off tomor­row to recov­er. I’m glad Hope got to come to D*C, but pout­ing because I won’t get to see her while she’s in town. I know that she has bright­ened Sam’s weekend.

I fin­ished read­ing The Jen­nifer Morgue by Charles Stross last night, and start­ed Phae­dra Wel­don’s Wraith. I liked Morgue, but it was­n’t quite as strong as The Atroc­i­ty Archives. The short sto­ry at the end of the book, “Pimpf,” did­n’t do too much for me, but I’m not a video gamer so that prob­a­bly has a lot to do with it.

I’m real­ly lik­ing Wraith. A lot. The fact that it’s set in Atlanta is nice, because I can fol­low along the geog­ra­phy as the char­ac­ters move around. (Usu­al­ly, such things go right past me, even if there’s a map.) Thanks to Good Reads, I know that there’s a novel­la, “Out of the Dark,” on Wel­don’s site that takes place between this book and Spec­tre.

I’ve also been brows­ing through the archives at Two Lumps, thanks to a link from . I had a pair of Russ­ian Blues who were entire­ly too much like Ebenez­er and Snooch! If you’re a vet­er­an of cat cohab­i­ta­tion, be care­ful when read­ing. I rec­om­mend not hav­ing a drink in hand (or in mouth) and being care­ful to emp­ty your blad­der before you start reading.

Kyoshi is busy telling me that he still does­n’t want to cud­dle with any­body but Katie, but he wants her home NOW! RIGHT NOW! And that we real­ly have to stop let­ting the kit­ten out of the house with­out his per­son­al supervision.

Good Reads Migration Finished!

That was not pain­less at all. The import fea­ture is tetchy, at best. I had to go through the entire list of 1300+ books and fix their “book­shelf” assign­ments, and add some that just did­n’t import at all. I had over 1400 books in Now Read­ing, and I haven’t quite fig­ured out why there are few­er books in Good Reads. Oh well. It’s pret­ty much done!

The dates I’d read books, my rat­ings, and my reviews did NOT trans­fer to Good Reads, which is high­ly annoying.

I was able to go through and update a bunch of books that I’ve read since NR stopped work­ing, and use the to-read cat­e­go­ry to request books from the library. As a result, there are 33 books await­ing pick­up now, and anoth­er 61 pend­ing (most­ly books that are real­ly new or not yet avail­able). That does­n’t include the inter-library loan items I request­ed.1

Sam and I had bonus gam­ing time tonight. He’s stor­ing up brown­ie points before Dragon*Con. Katie, unfor­tu­nate­ly, could­n’t sleep last night, then slept all day until about 11:30. Now she’s re-hydrat­ing and get­ting some food now. I hope she can go back to sleep. She’s def­i­nite­ly hav­ing a fibro flare. 🙁


1 I’m so tick­led that the library added a way to put in ILL requests online!

Sleepy!

I did­n’t sleep very well last night, although I man­aged to stay up all day yes­ter­day (unusu­al late­ly). Unfor­tu­nate­ly, I end­ed up sleep­ing most of the day, today, and I’m still sleepy! So I hope I can sleep well again, tonight.

I have a fever, too, so appar­ent­ly push­ing myself to not nap was a bad idea. Doc­tor’s orders are still to lay down 15 min­utes of every hour, which makes it dif­fi­cult to get much done at a time. Oh well. It’s bet­ter than a fever.

The girl got home safe­ly, but did­n’t go out with her friends tonight as planned due to a threat­en­ing migraine. They did­n’t real­ly see much of the mete­or show­er, because the skies were too cloudy, but they did have fun.

I fin­ished read­ing the sec­ond of Kat Richard­son’s Grey­walk­er books today, Pol­ter­geist. Very good stuff, and a nice change from some of the too-com­mon urban fan­ta­sy themes. The library is hold­ing Under­ground for me, which I hope to pick up tomorrow.

The mail brought an O’Reil­ly JavaScript book to review for TCM, so I’ll be work­ing on that dur­ing my more coher­ent wak­ing hours for a bit.

Sweet Saturday

Sam took Katie up to Repub­li­can land to pick up her new glass­es lens­es today–she went to the eye doc­tor while she was with my par­ents, because they were out dri­ving and real­ized that she was squint­ing to read the road signs. Her eyes had­n’t changed much at her last few year­ly check-ups, but they did this time. She says every­thing is very nice and clear. I need to go get my own checked, but glass­es are so dan­ged expensive!

We had a nice date and a deli­cious steak din­ner. Sam’s been promis­ing that he’ll make chick­en fet­tucine alfre­do since last week­end, but the girl was gone, then he had a pret­ty tir­ing week. That’s quite a meal to cook after a day at work. So I’m hop­ing he’ll feel up to it tomor­row. The steak was real­ly good, though!

Katie got a long let­ter from her friend Josh, who left for Air Force basic train­ing recent­ly. Then she even got a phone call from him! Appar­ent­ly his group1 is doing real­ly well, so they got access to a sort of recre­ation area with vend­ing machines and pay phones after just two weeks of train­ing. Anoth­er friend of theirs who just got out of train­ing said they did­n’t get that until after five weeks, which is appar­ent­ly pret­ty standard.

I wor­ry about Josh–this just isn’t a good time to be going into any branch of the mil­i­tary, as far as I’m con­cerned. But I’m sure he’ll be a good air­man, and it’s what he want­ed to do.

Thanks to Eliz­a­beth Bear (), I now know that, Ohs noes! Franz Kaf­ka read pron! I can’t quite fig­ure out why it’s such a big deal to any­one, but I’m cer­tain­ly not a Kaf­ka schol­ar. Is there any healthy adult in the world who, giv­en the oppor­tu­ni­ty, has not read/viewed porn at some point in his or her life?

The girl saw Mam­ma Mia with my moth­er, and said she thinks we’ll enjoy watch­ing it togeth­er. I don’t pay much atten­tion to what’s in the the­aters, so oth­er than think­ing it might have some con­nec­tion to Abba I was clue­less. Bear also post­ed a link to an inter­est­ing review that final­ly gave me a clue as to why Katie liked it so much.


1 It isn’t a platoon–what do they call them in the AF?

The Girl Is Back!

It was only a few days, but I missed her. She had fun, saw both sets of grand­par­ents and var­i­ous oth­er kin, got fig pre­serves made just for her, went shop­ping, and oth­er stuff I can’t recall at the moment. I expect that she’ll be catch­ing up on sleep for the rest of the week.

Sunday Night

Yes, I’m bor­ing. I hate try­ing to think of titles for posts.

The girl is off vis­it­ing, hav­ing left yes­ter­day after­noon. Her cat is fran­tic. He is very much attached to HER, not US. So when­ev­er she leaves the house, he goes nuts, gets ter­ri­bly anx­ious, and is cer­tain that she’ll nev­er, ever come back. He spends most of his time sit­ting in the front win­dows or sniff­ing under the front door, try­ing to detect her return.

Shel­ley nev­er freaked like that, but then Katie vis­it­ed Atlanta once a week pret­ty much every week from the time she was a few weeks old ’til they moved here with me. She knew the girl would always come back. And Shel­ley was with me for a year before Katie was born, and attached to both of us. Kioshi is just a one-per­son cat. I should make that a one-girl cat, as he isn’t big on males at all.

I read the first of Lau­ra Anne Gilman’s Retriev­er nov­els, Stay­ing Dead. Fun stuff, and I think many of you would enjoy it. Then I went on to Twi­light by Stephanie Mey­er. Katie was so excit­ed about it that I had to see what the big deal was. She fin­ished that huge suck­er in a day or so. I took a lit­tle longer, but then I was­n’t the one check­ing the library’s hold queue sev­er­al times a day.

I can see why the series is such a huge hit with some teenage girls, but I don’t think it will car­ry near­ly as much pop­u­lar­i­ty with any oth­er age group or males, peri­od. There’s too much “oh, I’m bad for you” angst­ing from the vam­pire (male roman­tic lead). Seriously–he beats David Bore­anz’s Angel all to pieces on the brood­ing, and that takes some doing.

The main char­ac­ter, Bel­la, is annoy­ing to me because she’s pret­ty damned use­less. She hon­est­ly can’t be trust­ed to walk down a hall­way with no obsta­cles with­out hurt­ing her­self. She’s not cre­ative or par­tic­u­lar­ly intel­li­gent, shows no par­tic­u­lar tal­ents of any sort–a beige per­son, in my mind. What’s there to like?

I took a break and read Curse The Dark (sec­ond of the Retriev­er series) before start­ing New Moon, but I did start it. And damn, it’s even more emo­tion­al­ly dramatic.

I’m not sure I’ll read the oth­er two books when­ev­er we get hold of them (I’m not sure the fourth is even out yet). I know that Katie will, though. The series isn’t writ­ten bad­ly, but I’m way out of the tar­get audience.