Weigh Me Down, Lift Me Up
Back from vacation. It was a mixed experience. Not all good; not all bad.
Went to Black Mountain, a tiny town near Asheville, NC. The Arts and Crafts style bungalow we rented was homey and comfortable. Black Mountain's downtown is also artsy and craftsy, with a little touristy thrown in for leavening. Weather was good; mountains were beautiful. Our 10-year old niece was a delight. Visiting the Biltmore House never gets old. This was the good. First night there, my 82-year old mother-in-law fell on the stairs. No broken bones, but much bruising and confusion. Although she was much better the next day, I noticed a big difference in her overall stamina and health from last year. Our activities were limited by her tendency to fade rapidly. Her mind is still quite sharp and clear, but the physical frailty was a sharp reminder that my husband and I are both facing our mothers' downhill stretches. It comes to all of us eventually. That doesn't make it easier.
Summer Wank - worse than usual?
Hard to say, really, since I avoid it like the plague and usually only get parts of the story or stories on the periphery. I can live with civil disagreement and concrit. Personal attacks and mean-spiritedness not so much. My flist, she said in a tone of unbearable smugness, does it right on the rare occasions they do it at all. Except I shouldn't say that, because when it's done right, it isn't wank, is it? Stay chill, my lovelies, and please don't throw out the baby with the bathwater. I love you all.
Here's where a few of you maybe get the chance to lift my spirits if you've a mind:
If you've ever listened to me podfic and it didn't suck, you can tell me about it at this thread:
Bring on the Love
Went to Black Mountain, a tiny town near Asheville, NC. The Arts and Crafts style bungalow we rented was homey and comfortable. Black Mountain's downtown is also artsy and craftsy, with a little touristy thrown in for leavening. Weather was good; mountains were beautiful. Our 10-year old niece was a delight. Visiting the Biltmore House never gets old. This was the good. First night there, my 82-year old mother-in-law fell on the stairs. No broken bones, but much bruising and confusion. Although she was much better the next day, I noticed a big difference in her overall stamina and health from last year. Our activities were limited by her tendency to fade rapidly. Her mind is still quite sharp and clear, but the physical frailty was a sharp reminder that my husband and I are both facing our mothers' downhill stretches. It comes to all of us eventually. That doesn't make it easier.
Summer Wank - worse than usual?
Hard to say, really, since I avoid it like the plague and usually only get parts of the story or stories on the periphery. I can live with civil disagreement and concrit. Personal attacks and mean-spiritedness not so much. My flist, she said in a tone of unbearable smugness, does it right on the rare occasions they do it at all. Except I shouldn't say that, because when it's done right, it isn't wank, is it? Stay chill, my lovelies, and please don't throw out the baby with the bathwater. I love you all.
Here's where a few of you maybe get the chance to lift my spirits if you've a mind:
If you've ever listened to me podfic and it didn't suck, you can tell me about it at this thread:
Bring on the Love