Monday morning post (randomness included)
Feb. 28th, 2011 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42I have a busy day ahead of me, I believe, and that is a wonderful thing. I am having a bit of caffeinated tea to make sure I actually get off my duff, but even without it, I do want to do things, and that is a nice change of pace. Considering I started the day off very uncomfortable and icky, it's even nicer.
The Page (nee Babe) went off to winter camp very, very reluctantly. I'm afraid I was not very helpful getting him ready, thanks to my discomfort and ickiness, but Geoff reported that once he was in the car, he was just hunky-dory. *rolls eyes* That child hates change so much, I sometimes despair of his future. However, I do recognize that his resistance gets worse when he's feeling off, and he is definitely feeling off, the poor kid. His molars are coming in and he's got a mild cold. That's enough to make anyone cranky. Having a cranky, ill mom nagging him only makes things worse.
Fortunately for both of us, he is out of the house for the day now, and probably having lots of fun.
(And so I'm not just recalling the bad, it is really neat to see him take up Magic with Geoff. It warms my heart to see them play together, and especially seeing him play a game by the rules so Geoff can enjoy the game, too. Perhaps we'll be able to break out board games I can join in on soon.)
The day itself is looking pretty nasty. It snowed yesterday and was raining this morning, despite the freezing temps. Geoff said he passed a few accident aftermaths after dropping Page off at camp. He called from work offering me the car, but warned me about the road conditions. I happily told him to keep it. There are errands I need to run, but they can wait till later, when the roads aren't slick.
Geoff and I have been watching a lot of his birthday present, the complete series of Daria. And that led to a revelation last night: I am Daria (that's not news), and as I age, I am becoming more like her dad, Jake (or Mr. DeMartino... eep).
Not a particularly nice revelation, that. However, I think that if I do diligently partake in stress management, I may end up more like Helen (Mrs. Morgendorffer), or, better yet, Aunt Amy (since Mom is so obviously an older version of Quinn).
I have been watching so much Daria that last night, when I saw that Aurette had updated "Of Muggles and Magic," I started reading the chapter, only to stop because I was reading it in Daria's monotone. I thought it prudent to leave it till this morning. That also made for a lovely wake-up treat.
Oh, and I forgot to write down my odd dream from the night before last, so I shall do it now:
We had just found our new home when the world died. It had taken us a long time to sort through the confusion and find the house with three stories in the forested hills, but when we went inside, we knew that it was right.
As we were talking to the owner about the terms of the lease, we heard a commotion out back. Looking out the large windows, we saw all the neighbors - and so many neighbors in such a seemingly isolated area! - outside, walking to the nearby clearing by a lake. We went outside ourselves to see what was going on, and why everything was so silent.
When we reached the clearing, we saw it: the sun had exploded and was eating away the clouds, turning them orange, pink and gold as it forced its way through the atmosphere. I briefly thought about going inside the concrete basement to avoid the radiation, but quickly pushed the thought aside as useless; life was ending, concrete or no.
The next morning, I went outside, and the earth was devoid of life. All the trees, grass and even topsoil were gone, stripped away by the blast. In life's absence, I was able to look around and see the true form of the area, all the canyons and striations of red rock and lime that had been hidden by the veil of green.
It was beautiful, if completely desolate.
And on that note... ;-D
The Page (nee Babe) went off to winter camp very, very reluctantly. I'm afraid I was not very helpful getting him ready, thanks to my discomfort and ickiness, but Geoff reported that once he was in the car, he was just hunky-dory. *rolls eyes* That child hates change so much, I sometimes despair of his future. However, I do recognize that his resistance gets worse when he's feeling off, and he is definitely feeling off, the poor kid. His molars are coming in and he's got a mild cold. That's enough to make anyone cranky. Having a cranky, ill mom nagging him only makes things worse.
Fortunately for both of us, he is out of the house for the day now, and probably having lots of fun.
(And so I'm not just recalling the bad, it is really neat to see him take up Magic with Geoff. It warms my heart to see them play together, and especially seeing him play a game by the rules so Geoff can enjoy the game, too. Perhaps we'll be able to break out board games I can join in on soon.)
The day itself is looking pretty nasty. It snowed yesterday and was raining this morning, despite the freezing temps. Geoff said he passed a few accident aftermaths after dropping Page off at camp. He called from work offering me the car, but warned me about the road conditions. I happily told him to keep it. There are errands I need to run, but they can wait till later, when the roads aren't slick.
Geoff and I have been watching a lot of his birthday present, the complete series of Daria. And that led to a revelation last night: I am Daria (that's not news), and as I age, I am becoming more like her dad, Jake (or Mr. DeMartino... eep).
Not a particularly nice revelation, that. However, I think that if I do diligently partake in stress management, I may end up more like Helen (Mrs. Morgendorffer), or, better yet, Aunt Amy (since Mom is so obviously an older version of Quinn).
I have been watching so much Daria that last night, when I saw that Aurette had updated "Of Muggles and Magic," I started reading the chapter, only to stop because I was reading it in Daria's monotone. I thought it prudent to leave it till this morning. That also made for a lovely wake-up treat.
Oh, and I forgot to write down my odd dream from the night before last, so I shall do it now:
We had just found our new home when the world died. It had taken us a long time to sort through the confusion and find the house with three stories in the forested hills, but when we went inside, we knew that it was right.
As we were talking to the owner about the terms of the lease, we heard a commotion out back. Looking out the large windows, we saw all the neighbors - and so many neighbors in such a seemingly isolated area! - outside, walking to the nearby clearing by a lake. We went outside ourselves to see what was going on, and why everything was so silent.
When we reached the clearing, we saw it: the sun had exploded and was eating away the clouds, turning them orange, pink and gold as it forced its way through the atmosphere. I briefly thought about going inside the concrete basement to avoid the radiation, but quickly pushed the thought aside as useless; life was ending, concrete or no.
The next morning, I went outside, and the earth was devoid of life. All the trees, grass and even topsoil were gone, stripped away by the blast. In life's absence, I was able to look around and see the true form of the area, all the canyons and striations of red rock and lime that had been hidden by the veil of green.
It was beautiful, if completely desolate.
And on that note... ;-D
