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It's been a pretty good if fairly uneventful weekend so far. Yesterday D watched the kids for a while and I was able to get to B&N for a little while, by myself. Ahhhh....heaven! Time alone surrounded by books.
I bought a couple, of course...Dante's Equation, which I can't wait to read, but gave to D first and promised him I wouldn't start. I have this annoying habit of waiting until he's engrossed in a book, pilching it, reading past where he is, and fighting him for time in it until I finish (usually well ahead of him; i'm a fast reader)and then and only then give it back. Actually, I lent his copy of The DaVinci Code to my mom after I read it but before he started it, something he still hasn't forgiven me for. *sigh* If I'd remembered that, I would have bought another copy while at the bookstore, even though I remember it as being good, but not great.
Anyway, I also bought a book called Love in the Asylum. Typical girl-meets-boy-in-an-insane-asylum fare, but with an interesting subplot and such an inviting, drily witty and occasionally ascerbic voice that I found myself unable to put it down in the bookstore.
From there I went to the local sci-fi shop and bought a Players Handbook for D&D. Whenever I go into local shops devoted to some special interest, whether sci-fi, camera, bike, new age, liquor, health food...I always feel as if I should have the word "interloper" tattooed on my forehead. I feel as if everyone's wondering what I think I'm doing there. Simple paranoia? Perhaps, lol, though I think it's because I never seem to be interested or knowledgeable enough, or at least as excited about whatever-it-is as the folks are who were enamoured enough to start the shop in the first place.
At any rate, I self-consciously bought my (our) book without incident before going home.
At home D and I were both practicing our best half-involved parenting by reading for much of yesterday afternoon. I took my son fishing in the "lake" near our house. We're not even sure if there are fish there, but no matter...it was easy to read and help him cast and reel in the line absentmindedly in between turning pages. I know it sounds like I'm a terrible mother, but I had been alone in the house with sick kids for days, and a little escape at this point was both necessary and welcome.
Construction workers on the house nearby were a little too interested in our progress, at least for my comfort level. Frequent calls of "Catchin' anything?" accompanied by overly friendly smiles. As my son was as apt to cast into the grass as the pond, this was kind of a moot point. Not that my efforts were a whole lot better, due to my absorption in the novel. Kind of embarrassing when the answer to the question "Whatcha readin'?" is Love in the Asylum, but hey, there are worse choices, I suppose.
The guy who asked said he had thought it looked like Stupid White Men (apparently the jackets are similar). He said that book had actually made him feel a little stupid. I didn't know what that meant, exactly, but thought it was probably a good thing that the average Joe is reading Michael Moore, though who can say for sure.
Last night D made homemade beef stew, and homemade bread in the bread machine. Yum!!
Today I've been working on my character for most of the morning and afternoon, reading sections of the players' handbook fairly methodically, taking some notes just on general points of play, and fleshing out what my character will be like. I think I've got something that works, and am pretty excited about it.
The only glitch is that I do feel a little bit like the aforementioned interloper with koogrr and his friends. Everyone's nice, friendly enough, but there's still that feeling of being the person new to the group as well as the person new to the game, which admittedly, I am...on both counts. *shrugs.* And then there's the matter of D, who wants to play but knows everyone even less well than I do (which is saying something, for sure).
If the gaming doesn't work out, though, I can always play her in the MUCKs maybe. :-P
The only thing marring what should by all rights be a really good mood is a terribly severe stomach ache. No, I don't think it was the soup. ;-) D's an amazing cook, and we've all been eating the same stuff. I don't know what it is, but I feel terrible. Intense, intense pain. I've taken meds, would go lie down only I don't want to focus on it any more than I have to. Sleep would be good, but I don't think I can get to sleep with this. Maybe it will just pass relatively quickly...go away on its own.
At any rate, it's been blissful to have another adult around during the day to share in parenting duties, and even better to have had a little time to myself. Woo hoo!
Last night went online, had several opportunities/invitations that I passed up, and I'm feeling good about that. Although I am hoping to make more friends without benefits. I think doing so will make me feel better about the whole decision to "be good."
Guess that's all for now.
A+
I bought a couple, of course...Dante's Equation, which I can't wait to read, but gave to D first and promised him I wouldn't start. I have this annoying habit of waiting until he's engrossed in a book, pilching it, reading past where he is, and fighting him for time in it until I finish (usually well ahead of him; i'm a fast reader)and then and only then give it back. Actually, I lent his copy of The DaVinci Code to my mom after I read it but before he started it, something he still hasn't forgiven me for. *sigh* If I'd remembered that, I would have bought another copy while at the bookstore, even though I remember it as being good, but not great.
Anyway, I also bought a book called Love in the Asylum. Typical girl-meets-boy-in-an-insane-asylum fare, but with an interesting subplot and such an inviting, drily witty and occasionally ascerbic voice that I found myself unable to put it down in the bookstore.
From there I went to the local sci-fi shop and bought a Players Handbook for D&D. Whenever I go into local shops devoted to some special interest, whether sci-fi, camera, bike, new age, liquor, health food...I always feel as if I should have the word "interloper" tattooed on my forehead. I feel as if everyone's wondering what I think I'm doing there. Simple paranoia? Perhaps, lol, though I think it's because I never seem to be interested or knowledgeable enough, or at least as excited about whatever-it-is as the folks are who were enamoured enough to start the shop in the first place.
At any rate, I self-consciously bought my (our) book without incident before going home.
At home D and I were both practicing our best half-involved parenting by reading for much of yesterday afternoon. I took my son fishing in the "lake" near our house. We're not even sure if there are fish there, but no matter...it was easy to read and help him cast and reel in the line absentmindedly in between turning pages. I know it sounds like I'm a terrible mother, but I had been alone in the house with sick kids for days, and a little escape at this point was both necessary and welcome.
Construction workers on the house nearby were a little too interested in our progress, at least for my comfort level. Frequent calls of "Catchin' anything?" accompanied by overly friendly smiles. As my son was as apt to cast into the grass as the pond, this was kind of a moot point. Not that my efforts were a whole lot better, due to my absorption in the novel. Kind of embarrassing when the answer to the question "Whatcha readin'?" is Love in the Asylum, but hey, there are worse choices, I suppose.
The guy who asked said he had thought it looked like Stupid White Men (apparently the jackets are similar). He said that book had actually made him feel a little stupid. I didn't know what that meant, exactly, but thought it was probably a good thing that the average Joe is reading Michael Moore, though who can say for sure.
Last night D made homemade beef stew, and homemade bread in the bread machine. Yum!!
Today I've been working on my character for most of the morning and afternoon, reading sections of the players' handbook fairly methodically, taking some notes just on general points of play, and fleshing out what my character will be like. I think I've got something that works, and am pretty excited about it.
The only glitch is that I do feel a little bit like the aforementioned interloper with koogrr and his friends. Everyone's nice, friendly enough, but there's still that feeling of being the person new to the group as well as the person new to the game, which admittedly, I am...on both counts. *shrugs.* And then there's the matter of D, who wants to play but knows everyone even less well than I do (which is saying something, for sure).
If the gaming doesn't work out, though, I can always play her in the MUCKs maybe. :-P
The only thing marring what should by all rights be a really good mood is a terribly severe stomach ache. No, I don't think it was the soup. ;-) D's an amazing cook, and we've all been eating the same stuff. I don't know what it is, but I feel terrible. Intense, intense pain. I've taken meds, would go lie down only I don't want to focus on it any more than I have to. Sleep would be good, but I don't think I can get to sleep with this. Maybe it will just pass relatively quickly...go away on its own.
At any rate, it's been blissful to have another adult around during the day to share in parenting duties, and even better to have had a little time to myself. Woo hoo!
Last night went online, had several opportunities/invitations that I passed up, and I'm feeling good about that. Although I am hoping to make more friends without benefits. I think doing so will make me feel better about the whole decision to "be good."
Guess that's all for now.
A+