Much as I’d like to contribute to the overthrow of a government, as we did on March 8th in 1917, I’ll be spending the day at home, taking care of my sick daughter instead. Even though I can’t be out there with you, have fun storming the castle, sisters, and I’ll see you all for the rest of Women’s History Month!
So I went looking again for the pants, and couldn’t find any. For the record, it’s the “tall” that’s an issue, not the “big.” Bearing in mind that 6’2″ is apparently freakishly tall for clothing, I thought I’d come home and look at the khakis my husband already had and be sure that he was remembering the length right.
The khakis in his closet, that he hadn’t tried on but thought might be too small, are exactly the size he’s sending me out for. He already has the exact pair of pants he needs.
He so owes me.
I finally set up my Dragonrealms e-mail to forward to booboomonkey mail. This means that I don’t have to wrestle with AOL to retrieve info on new releases, upcoming events, planned player massacres, etc. I hated being out of the loop.
Turned away from the house on my walk home today and added another half mile or so to the route, which was nice. So far I’m being pretty good about doing it even when I really, really would rather be home in bed. Now if I could just be as vigilant about actually getting to sleep at a reasonable hour. The iPod helps keep me from going batty with boredom on the walks. In college, I used to walk everywhere, just enjoying the scenery and being in the moment. Now I think about how much else I have to do. The music (or sometimes audiobook) does help me be more in the moment. A couple of years ago when I was running, the real reason I started running was because a two mile brisk walk on hilly streets didn’t feel challenging anymore, but I didn’t want to add more time to my walk because it was already taking plenty long enough. Maybe if I were more awake, though, I wouldn’t be dragging like this.
Side note: I first wrote “book on tape” for “audiobook” up there, then realized that I was dating myself. Eh, I can be quaint in my old age, I reckon.
Pulled out the DVDs of The Tick last night. Chalk this up as another “why did Fox cancel this show?” series. If you haven’t seen it, you should. Freakin’ hilarious. How can you cancel a show with lines like “Gravity is a harsh mistress”?
Part of today will be spent working on Jayne hats from 1/14. There are several from that date, so that’ll stay steady for the next few days.
The bulk of today, though, will be spent looking for khaki pants for my husband. Sunday I exhausted the resources at the local mall with no luck. Apparently he’s just barely too tall for the regular section of the store, and barely too short for the big and tall section. He’s aroud 6’2″ or 6’3″, which isn’t that odd, so I don’t get the problem. In fairness, he has finally admitted that he can’t fit into his old pants anymore, so maybe the new size is just very popular. He’s overweight, but not obese, so I imagine a lot of tall guys are in the same boat.
All I know is that it’s irritating to sort through every pair of pants in a store because the clerks don’t realize that they don’t have his size. However, he needs them by tomorrow, so I’m off to examine men’s pants. But not in a fun way.
Anybody here every reconstructed a Barbie or other hollow plastic figure? I’m looking at a little project.
Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine…
Me: I think I’ll make some hot cocoa and suck it through a TimTam.
Mr. Tvini: That’s going to be your new catchphrase, isn’t it? “Oh yeah? Well, suck THAT through a TimTam!”
In other news, I searched for my copy of Castle Waiting and couldn’t find it. It’s one of the few comics that I really cherish, so I went looking for it online. And lo and behold, in May, a hardback edition is coming out! All the Castle Waiting up until this point, collected in one volume! SQUEEEEEEEE!!! I can’t wait!
It’s a beautifully illustrated graphic novel, the winner of many industry prizes, suitable for older kids on up. Linda Medley does a fantastic job with it. I am so incredibly psyched! I want it NOW!
Jayne hats this weekend: working on orders from 1/10-1/11.
The best kind of lift you can get is the lift from doing something fun that you know will make someone else’s day a little brighter. And so, I’m feeling very good because one of my friends, who deserves only nice and kind and wonderful things in her life, received a care package and enjoyed it.
But hey, you know me. I gotta go over the top.
So last week I swapped some sock yarn for a DVD of Oklahoma for her and Lawrence of Arabia for me. Best kind of care package: cheap! Add in some goodies from LUSH, some chocolate, and a note from Hugh saying how much he enjoyed their wonderful time together. Carefully avoid mention of Hot Monkey Sex because her kids might read it.
Add in a photoshopped pic…
…and voila! Girly goodness!
Also, if you get tired of Hugh, send his phone number my way, okay?
Today’s new words for my daughter: “noon” and “cannibal.”
She’d been doing really well in math for a while, but had been having trouble the latter part of this year. That’s odd, because really, she was definitely ahead of her age level before. We discovered at a meeting last week that her daily special ed time (she goes out of the classroom for help working on her goals for a short time every day) is during math. So when she gets homework, like she did today, with new concepts like “noon” then it may not be her complaining because she doesn’t want to do homework, it may honestly be something she doesn’t know. She certainly seemed like it was new to her.
It’s frustrating. While we work on things like following directions, listening, elaborating on stories, etc., she’s apparently missing out on other parts of school. Thank goodness she’s smart to begin with. We’ll just have to double up on how much math we introduce into her daily life.
Lest this be too much of a downer, “cannibal” was introduced because we were playing, and she was pretending to bite my nose off. This after an evening of pretending we were snakes and that her stuffed animals were mice to be chased around the bed and devoured. That’s my little weirdo!