I wasn’t really looking forward to Return to Tradd Street because I knew there would be a dead baby storyline and I knew Jack and Melanie would end up married.
But, I didn’t dislike it at all. Really. Until the end. It all wrapped up so nicely and neatly, thanks to a pretty far-fetched multimillionaire saving the day. Other than that, I did enjoy it.
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I sleep dialed the landlord at 6:04am this morning. Total accident. I called RJ to make sure she was up, and to tell her to wake up her sister, like I do every morning. Then, I didn’t put my phone down while trying to get my hair into a fresh pony tail … the phone slipped, I grabbed it and didn’t pay any attention to it, finished my pony tail, looked down and I was dialing poor Jerry.
He didn’t answer and he hasn’t appeared at the door wondering what was wrong. Hopefully he’s on spring break somewhere (and I didn’t wake him up wherever he is.)
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I just edited 2 years and 5 months of bad code.
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While editing said code, Buster grabbed the cord to my coffee cup warmer and pulled — knocking a half cup of cold coffee all over my damn desk.
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2014 has been weird as hell and it needs to stop. Right now. Not snowing right now would be a show of good step in the right direction.
It took me a darn week to read Rocket Girl because it just wasn’t compelling enough to keep me reading when I was so tired each night. It was also disappointing because so much of the narrative was fiction — because Mary Sherman Morgan kept so many secrets.
Super interesting story, too bad her son didn’t try to sort all of this out before she died. I’m glad I read it, I just wish there had been more meat to the story.
So remember yesterday? When I spent an hour (which was really closer to three, once it was all said and done) getting shit figured out so that everyone (RJ) could do everything she wanted to do today? Yea. All for nothing.
We got up at 5am so that we could have RJ at ETHS to catch the bus for Science Olympiad BEFORE 6:30am and then we were going to pick her up at Oakton Community College at 11am, after dropping TW’s mom off at the nursing home.
Well… one kid was late, so they waited AN HOUR for him to arrive, which means they were late to Science Olympiad.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the adviser demoted RJ from her co-caption varsity team status to JV status and knocked her off of the two panel thingies she was on and put her on another panel team thingy that she’d not prepared for. Which was bad but it got worse when it turns out the team panel thingy didn’t actually have room for her.
She was replaced by people who had not prepared for her events so what are the odds that those teams would perform well? Slim to none, right?
So, to recap… we got up at 5am so she could catch a bus that left an hour later than scheduled for her to go to an event that SHE DID NOT GET TO PARTICIPATE IN.
What the hell, right?
(Mrs Futch was an awesome 2nd grade teacher that a couple of the kids at Littlewood — we like to hold all teachers to her standards because I think some of the kids still quote Mrs Futch from time to time. I know I do.)
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I just spent an hour trying to figure out how everyone can get to do what they want tomorrow (except me because all I really want to do is sleep, which I won’t be doing since we have to set the alarm for 5am, sigh.)
I do not know why we have to do all of the things in one day? Oh wait, yes I do. Gah.
Wish me luck. I’m going to need it.
And once again, I’m kind of looking forward to jury duty. It’s been that kind of life around here.
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I should be working, lord knows there’s a lot of work to do (though I am seeing a light at the end of this particular tunnel) but while I was on the phone with a very nice woman about things that seem very complicated when you’re trying to explain them but aren’t all that complicated when you actually start to do them, the sun was shining on my face and Lola the showgirl was soaking up the sun right along with me — and sighing contentedly, though also shaking her head because her ear still hurts.
Along with the sun, there was a bee. A very large bee. Buzzing happily in my face and trying to slip up the sleeve of my jacket(s) — I am still wearing two jackets, though have moved to only one pair of pants.
A bee.
I remember when I found bees bothersome. Back when they were plentiful and weren’t in danger of becoming extinct. Back when I lived in the south or in very warm countries when bees were constant, not seasonal.
Now though, I love bees enough to feel just a wee bit of hope at the first bee of the season.
It might have been snowing this morning, on the first day of spring, but now… there is one bee buzzing in my backyard and just enough sunshine to make me feel a tiny bit of hope. Just a tiny bit.
Maybe spring really is here. Or almost here? I’ll take that, for now, and be happy.
The showgirl has an ear infection — bacterial and yeast. She was not happy about the vet looking at her VERY swollen and sore ear. Which tells you how bad it is — she is a pretty tough girl and even when skewered with a metal stake while pregnant, she was by all accounts calm and her normal facelicking self. She was not her happy facelicking self during the exam. (Before and after, absolutely.)
TW was not her happy facelicking self either. Oh. Wait. TW doesn’t do that facelicking thing. Sorry, my mistake. She was not happy today though, not at all. Bad oral surgeon. Bad infection. Bad all around.
I was not my happy self either. Rough long work day. Rough long driving everyone to all of the places day. SO darn TIRED. I’m almost looking forward to jury duty next week, that would give me a little break, right? lol.
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I can’t decide whether I’m glad we listened to Yaqui Delgado Wants to Kick Your Ass on audio or not. I LOVED the Spanish in it but my Spanish is bad so I’d have liked to have been able to look some of that stuff up. Not that I didn’t understand the gist of it but still, it would have been more fun to do that (in some ways.)
The book itself, excellent. Very nice change to have great Latina characters. I very much loved that. I really liked Piddy and her mom and Lila. I spent much of today saying “Que lindo!” to myself because Lila said it and it made me laugh (a friend in Panama used to say it a lot) and it was very appropriate at many times today (sarcastically and not sarcastically.)
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I have a love/hate with Maddie On Things. Lord knows I love me a coonhound (hah) and I love people taking road trips and taking photos in unusual places while on road trips. And when people take photos of their coonhound in unusual places on road trips, I’m pretty happy.
Except I did not like many of the things Maddie was standing on. Or the weather she was standing on those things in.
It was cold. And uncomfortable.
And just because your dog can do something doesn’t really mean she should.
So — love/hate. Love/hate.
The Death of the Great Santini wasn’t a great memoir but it was interesting — in places. The beginning and the ending, in particular — the stuff in the middle was a little touch and go. I’ve wondered what happened to the family after The Great Santini was written — now I know.
Reading it made me want to sit through a Conroy movie marathon or re-read his books but who has time for that? I watched Conrack tonight (thank you, youtube – it’s been ages since I’ve seen that movie!) and I think I’ll watch The Great Santini and The Prince of Tides next week and skip The Lords of Discipline because I can only take so much anger and The Lords of Discipline makes me shudder. (Go Bulldogs? ugh.)
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