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Writer's Block: Sick Day
Assuming I am just sorta-kinda sick, not deathly-scary sick: lying on the sofa all day, sipping tea and nibbling at whatever people bring me, knitting and reading, maybe watching a movie, and not feeling at all guilty about not being more "productive" -
watching movies from Netflix
Him: Eastern Promises. Is this some kind of chick flick?
Me: Umm, no.
2 hours later
Him: That was SO a chick flick.
Me: Huh?
Him: It had a baby in it.
(OK, I mostly ordered it so I could get to see Aragorn buck-ass neekid, but that's FanGirl, no generic chick.) -
Striking out at lunch
Decided to run out at lunch time to a local New Agey store and score some of a particular incense I really really like a whole lot. So naturally that's the one flavor they are out of. No big problem, its only around the corner from work. Figure I'll get some lunch while I'm out and spare myself cafeteria slop for one day. There's a chinese ( Read more... ) -
Happy Birthday, my darlings!
18 years ago, right after midnight, my first son Big Will was born. I look at pictures taken the next day, how young Hamish and I were, and how happy (we are still as, even more, happy, but the young is gone for good) and of course how completely clueless as to what we were getting into ( Read more... ) -
While the Cat's away
Hamish is out all nite to Laytonsville, sharing some of his homebrew at a party for an out-of-town friend. The Fabulous Miss Evelyn immediately jumps at any rumor her Daddy is Away For The Night - she gets to sleep in the Big Bed with Mommy ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Wedding bells are ringing
The prompt suggested one describe the last wedding attended. So here's the story of how I married my brother last October ( Read more... ) -
Further progress.
We ended up deciding not to go to Maine for Easter this year - it was just too cold to enjoy being without central heat. It can be kept comfortable, but its a lot of work and uses up a lot of pricey firewood (the stove takes shorter than standard pieces that need to be special ordered). We like the isolated feeling we get when there aren't a lot ( Read more... ) -
Moving right along
We're healing from a difficult winter. My father was unusually compliant with the rehab program for his hip(including forgoing his evening scotch to cut down on the danger of taking a second fall)and can walk short distances without a cane. We've processed the loss of Kelly the Wonder Dog to where we can start looking for the next dog. We ( Read more... ) -
Better all the time
My father came through surgery for his hip like a champ - 2" incision, 3 titanium screws and he's good to go. He should be released this afternoon - my beloved childhood home is a much pleasanter venue for a visit (although I made good progress on a sock for my Mother in the hospital yesterday). He was slightly groggy from general anesthesia when ( Read more... ) -
fuckety fuck fuck
My father is at Suburban Hospital, having broken his hip sometime this afternoon. He's not clear how long he lay on the floor waiting for Mom to come home after he fell, but he WAS lying on a nice Persian rug inside a heated house - he's alone most of the day (Mom still works) and putters about, he could have easily waited on the slate floor in ( Read more... )