danagryphon: (Yule Triquetra)
Also known as my birthplace in PA. The boys and I drove down to my family home near Harrisburg, PA, on Friday when the boys got out of school. My sister and her family still live in the area, as do most of my extended relatives.

Before I left on Friday, Hubby had surgery on his hand to remove a small bone at the base of his thumb that was broken almost 2 years ago in a skiing mishap. It has not healed properly and still causes him a fair amount of pain. So the treatment is to remove the bone, which will have no effect on the function of his thumb. He had it done as an outpatient procedure, so I was able to take him too and from that, and make sure he had the rest of the day to get settled in at home before I left him all on his own. I made him up some meals he can nuke, because cooking can be difficult one-handed. He seems to be doing okay, although his pain today was a little worse.

We made good time on the drive on Friday; light traffic through parts of CT at rush hour (to be expected), and a little bit of rain at the beginning, but mostly fair weather the rest of the way. Got in around 10:30 Friday night.

Christmas Eve was a family party at my cousin's house (who lives right next to my Dad). Unfortunately, this is the side of the family that smokes like chimneys, and E got sick from the smoke (threw up when we got back to my sister's house). I think next year, we may decide to skip that party.

I brought the boys' gifts down here so they could open them Christmas morning with the family. E got a Kindle Touch and a couple of video games. B got mostly video games. They also got Amazon cards and money. I ordered myself a Kindle Touch with my money/gift cards, so that it will be waiting for me when I get home on Wednesday.

Oh, and Christmas Day, B's netbook got completely boogered up with malware and viruses. Don't know what he stuck his metaphorical fingers into, but his netbook was completely hosed. Luckily, my nephew is bit of a computer whiz and was able to clean it up and put better anti-malware and anti-virus software on it to prevent future problems. Christmas Night was another family party with a different branch of the family, which was much more pleasant. Sis and I went and did some post-Christmas shopping today, hitting the sales. I got some nice fall and winter decor items at Pier 1, and some crafting stuff on sale at JoAnn's.

Yesterday, the [livejournal.com profile] yuletide archive was opened to reveal gifts to the recipients. I'm very happy with the gift story I received, a Brisco County, Jr. fic, that was just brilliantly written and gave me a few chuckles. It was just perfect. The gifts I wrote seem to be well-received as well, so that makes me happy. The authors of the stories are hidden until New Year's Day, during which we can write more gift stories under Yuletide Madness. I would like to write a some more gifts if I can, but I also have a House prompt story I need to finish before the 31st. So we'll see. But [livejournal.com profile] yuletide was a lot of fun, and I will definitely do it again next year.

We are down here for another full day, then heading home on Wednesday. It'll be nice to get home. I miss hubby and my kittehs. I still have another week before I have to go back to work, too, and have plans for the days off after I get home. Writing definitely. I'm also hoping to finally paint my living room with the help of the kids. Should be interesting.

Anyway, hope you all had a great bunch of holidays, oh my friends' list, and have a great start to your new year.
danagryphon: (Yule Triquetra)
Also known as my birthplace in PA. The boys and I drove down to my family home near Harrisburg, PA, on Friday when the boys got out of school. My sister and her family still live in the area, as do most of my extended relatives.

Before I left on Friday, Hubby had surgery on his hand to remove a small bone at the base of his thumb that was broken almost 2 years ago in a skiing mishap. It has not healed properly and still causes him a fair amount of pain. So the treatment is to remove the bone, which will have no effect on the function of his thumb. He had it done as an outpatient procedure, so I was able to take him too and from that, and make sure he had the rest of the day to get settled in at home before I left him all on his own. I made him up some meals he can nuke, because cooking can be difficult one-handed. He seems to be doing okay, although his pain today was a little worse.

We made good time on the drive on Friday; light traffic through parts of CT at rush hour (to be expected), and a little bit of rain at the beginning, but mostly fair weather the rest of the way. Got in around 10:30 Friday night.

Christmas Eve was a family party at my cousin's house (who lives right next to my Dad). Unfortunately, this is the side of the family that smokes like chimneys, and E got sick from the smoke (threw up when we got back to my sister's house). I think next year, we may decide to skip that party.

I brought the boys' gifts down here so they could open them Christmas morning with the family. E got a Kindle Touch and a couple of video games. B got mostly video games. They also got Amazon cards and money. I ordered myself a Kindle Touch with my money/gift cards, so that it will be waiting for me when I get home on Wednesday.

Oh, and Christmas Day, B's netbook got completely boogered up with malware and viruses. Don't know what he stuck his metaphorical fingers into, but his netbook was completely hosed. Luckily, my nephew is bit of a computer whiz and was able to clean it up and put better anti-malware and anti-virus software on it to prevent future problems. Christmas Night was another family party with a different branch of the family, which was much more pleasant. Sis and I went and did some post-Christmas shopping today, hitting the sales. I got some nice fall and winter decor items at Pier 1, and some crafting stuff on sale at JoAnn's.

Yesterday, the [livejournal.com profile] yuletide archive was opened to reveal gifts to the recipients. I'm very happy with the gift story I received, a Brisco County, Jr. fic, that was just brilliantly written and gave me a few chuckles. It was just perfect. The gifts I wrote seem to be well-received as well, so that makes me happy. The authors of the stories are hidden until New Year's Day, during which we can write more gift stories under Yuletide Madness. I would like to write a some more gifts if I can, but I also have a House prompt story I need to finish before the 31st. So we'll see. But [livejournal.com profile] yuletide was a lot of fun, and I will definitely do it again next year.

We are down here for another full day, then heading home on Wednesday. It'll be nice to get home. I miss hubby and my kittehs. I still have another week before I have to go back to work, too, and have plans for the days off after I get home. Writing definitely. I'm also hoping to finally paint my living room with the help of the kids. Should be interesting.

Anyway, hope you all had a great bunch of holidays, oh my friends' list, and have a great start to your new year.
danagryphon: (Gryphon Art)
Oh yeah, and I talked to Sis last night. She and Dad both survived the flooding with no water. However, nephews' house is flooded by a couple of inches on the first flood (and basement totally filled). Their apartment is on the second flood, so they won't lose any of their belongings. However, until the house gets pumped out, cleaned up, and repaired, it is not habitable. They don't have renter's insurance (but have places to stay), but I told sis that they should check their lease, because at the very least, they shouldn't have to pay rent duing the time the apartment is uninhabitable. And some leases require the landlord to pay for alternative lodging as well.

Just glad everyone seems to have survived more or less intact.
danagryphon: (Gryphon Art)
Oh yeah, and I talked to Sis last night. She and Dad both survived the flooding with no water. However, nephews' house is flooded by a couple of inches on the first flood (and basement totally filled). Their apartment is on the second flood, so they won't lose any of their belongings. However, until the house gets pumped out, cleaned up, and repaired, it is not habitable. They don't have renter's insurance (but have places to stay), but I told sis that they should check their lease, because at the very least, they shouldn't have to pay rent duing the time the apartment is uninhabitable. And some leases require the landlord to pay for alternative lodging as well.

Just glad everyone seems to have survived more or less intact.
danagryphon: (Triquetra)
Oh yeah, and the in-laws are currently in New Zealand. M spoke to them this morning, and they are fine. No details if this changes the rest of their vacation plans, though.

Hope those on my f-list who are in NZ are ok as well.
danagryphon: (Triquetra)
Oh yeah, and the in-laws are currently in New Zealand. M spoke to them this morning, and they are fine. No details if this changes the rest of their vacation plans, though.

Hope those on my f-list who are in NZ are ok as well.
danagryphon: (Cluebat)
Evidently, this is what an "olive branch" means to Virginia Thomas, wife of SCOTUS Justice Clarence Thomas:
“Good morning Anita Hill, it’s Ginni Thomas,” it said. “I just wanted to reach across the airwaves and the years and ask you to consider something. I would love you to consider an apology sometime and some full explanation of why you did what you did with my husband.”
Ms. Thomas went on: “So give it some thought. And certainly pray about this and hope that one day you will help us understand why you did what you did. O.K., have a good day.”
Mrs. Thomas claims the call was place to Ms. Hill to "offer an olive branch" in an attempt to "get past what happened so long ago". Hmmm. Methinks Mrs. Thomas is a bit unclear on the concept.

But what I really love from this story is Ms. Hill's reaction. She thought the voicemail left at her Brandeis University phone number was a prank call and called the campus police! LOL

Ms. Hill says she has no intention of apologizing, and stands by her testimony from 1991.

Now, I will admit I didn't follow the whole Clarence Thomas hearings very closely in 1991. But there is one thing about the situation that will always stick with me, which was the difference in reaction between my family (the country mice living in central PA) and my then in-laws (the city mice living outside Philly). My family condemned Ms. Hill as a troublemaker, who was obviously trying to ruin the career of a good man because of some female hysteria, and they also threw in a few comments about her skin color, to boot. My in-laws were outraged that a sexual-harassment accusation didn't stop Thomas's confirmation. The philosophical and ideological differences that 100 miles could make was quite astounding to me at the time.
danagryphon: (Cluebat)
Evidently, this is what an "olive branch" means to Virginia Thomas, wife of SCOTUS Justice Clarence Thomas:
“Good morning Anita Hill, it’s Ginni Thomas,” it said. “I just wanted to reach across the airwaves and the years and ask you to consider something. I would love you to consider an apology sometime and some full explanation of why you did what you did with my husband.”
Ms. Thomas went on: “So give it some thought. And certainly pray about this and hope that one day you will help us understand why you did what you did. O.K., have a good day.”
Mrs. Thomas claims the call was place to Ms. Hill to "offer an olive branch" in an attempt to "get past what happened so long ago". Hmmm. Methinks Mrs. Thomas is a bit unclear on the concept.

But what I really love from this story is Ms. Hill's reaction. She thought the voicemail left at her Brandeis University phone number was a prank call and called the campus police! LOL

Ms. Hill says she has no intention of apologizing, and stands by her testimony from 1991.

Now, I will admit I didn't follow the whole Clarence Thomas hearings very closely in 1991. But there is one thing about the situation that will always stick with me, which was the difference in reaction between my family (the country mice living in central PA) and my then in-laws (the city mice living outside Philly). My family condemned Ms. Hill as a troublemaker, who was obviously trying to ruin the career of a good man because of some female hysteria, and they also threw in a few comments about her skin color, to boot. My in-laws were outraged that a sexual-harassment accusation didn't stop Thomas's confirmation. The philosophical and ideological differences that 100 miles could make was quite astounding to me at the time.
danagryphon: (Rafting)
[livejournal.com profile] theodosia  posted a link on FB to an interesting story on drowning.

One of the big points of the article is that drowning looks nothing like it does on TV. Here's what real drowning looks like (due to something called "Instinctive Drowning Response"):

  1. Except in rare circumstances, drowning people are physiologically unable to call out for help. The respiratory system was designed for breathing. Speech is the secondary or overlaid function. Breathing must be fulfilled, before speech occurs.
  2. Drowning people’s mouths alternately sink below and reappear above the surface of the water. The mouths of drowning people are not above the surface of the water long enough for them to exhale, inhale, and call out for help. When the drowning people’s mouths are above the surface, they exhale and inhale quickly as their mouths start to sink below the surface of the water.
  3. Drowning people cannot wave for help. Nature instinctively forces them to extend their arms laterally and press down on the water’s surface. Pressing down on the surface of the water, permits drowning people to leverage their bodies so they can lift their mouths out of the water to breathe.
  4. Throughout the Instinctive Drowning Response, drowning people cannot voluntarily control their arm movements. Physiologically, drowning people who are struggling on the surface of the water cannot stop drowning and perform voluntary movements such as waving for help, moving toward a rescuer, or reaching out for a piece of rescue equipment.
  5. From beginning to end of the Instinctive Drowning Response people’s bodies remain upright in the water, with no evidence of a supporting kick. Unless rescued by a trained lifeguard, these drowning people can only struggle on the surface of the water from 20 to 60 seconds before submersion occurs.
When I was about 6 years old, I nearly drowned. We went to my uncle's house, whose in-ground pool I had swum in many, many times. However, this time when I jumped in, I misjudged, and landed on the slope to the deep end, just barely over my head. I could not swim, but I did know how to float and tread water. But the drowning instinct kicked in pretty much immediately. Every time I pushed myself to the surface, I slipped further down the slope into deeper water. I was going through exactly this response; I couldn't yell for help, I couldn't wave my arms, I couldn't even kick to keep myself above water. All I could do was get my mouth barely above the surface and gulp air before plunging down again.

My father was standing on the edge of the pool, less than 3 feet away.

Luckily for me, he recognized what was happening. He tried to reach for me from the edge, but every time I hit the surface, I was just beyond his grasp. When he realized this, he jumped in, fully clothed, and saved my life. But it was the most harrowing 30 seconds of my life; I am guessing at how much time actually elapsed, because it felt much, much longer, especially once I hit the point where somewhere deep in my brain, I realized I was drowning. To this day, even though I later joined my high school swim team, and still love being in the water, I suffer from mild claustrophobia from anything that closes in around my head (even pulling off a shirt over my head can provoke anxiety if it takes too long or gets stuck).

I never let my Dad forget what he did that day. Any time he seems to think he didn't do right enough by his children (which happens too frequently when he starts thinking about my brother's troubled life and untimely end), I remind him that I would not be here if he hadn't acted quickly that day.

Thanks, Dad.
danagryphon: (Rafting)
[livejournal.com profile] theodosia  posted a link on FB to an interesting story on drowning.

One of the big points of the article is that drowning looks nothing like it does on TV. Here's what real drowning looks like (due to something called "Instinctive Drowning Response"):

  1. Except in rare circumstances, drowning people are physiologically unable to call out for help. The respiratory system was designed for breathing. Speech is the secondary or overlaid function. Breathing must be fulfilled, before speech occurs.
  2. Drowning people’s mouths alternately sink below and reappear above the surface of the water. The mouths of drowning people are not above the surface of the water long enough for them to exhale, inhale, and call out for help. When the drowning people’s mouths are above the surface, they exhale and inhale quickly as their mouths start to sink below the surface of the water.
  3. Drowning people cannot wave for help. Nature instinctively forces them to extend their arms laterally and press down on the water’s surface. Pressing down on the surface of the water, permits drowning people to leverage their bodies so they can lift their mouths out of the water to breathe.
  4. Throughout the Instinctive Drowning Response, drowning people cannot voluntarily control their arm movements. Physiologically, drowning people who are struggling on the surface of the water cannot stop drowning and perform voluntary movements such as waving for help, moving toward a rescuer, or reaching out for a piece of rescue equipment.
  5. From beginning to end of the Instinctive Drowning Response people’s bodies remain upright in the water, with no evidence of a supporting kick. Unless rescued by a trained lifeguard, these drowning people can only struggle on the surface of the water from 20 to 60 seconds before submersion occurs.
When I was about 6 years old, I nearly drowned. We went to my uncle's house, whose in-ground pool I had swum in many, many times. However, this time when I jumped in, I misjudged, and landed on the slope to the deep end, just barely over my head. I could not swim, but I did know how to float and tread water. But the drowning instinct kicked in pretty much immediately. Every time I pushed myself to the surface, I slipped further down the slope into deeper water. I was going through exactly this response; I couldn't yell for help, I couldn't wave my arms, I couldn't even kick to keep myself above water. All I could do was get my mouth barely above the surface and gulp air before plunging down again.

My father was standing on the edge of the pool, less than 3 feet away.

Luckily for me, he recognized what was happening. He tried to reach for me from the edge, but every time I hit the surface, I was just beyond his grasp. When he realized this, he jumped in, fully clothed, and saved my life. But it was the most harrowing 30 seconds of my life; I am guessing at how much time actually elapsed, because it felt much, much longer, especially once I hit the point where somewhere deep in my brain, I realized I was drowning. To this day, even though I later joined my high school swim team, and still love being in the water, I suffer from mild claustrophobia from anything that closes in around my head (even pulling off a shirt over my head can provoke anxiety if it takes too long or gets stuck).

I never let my Dad forget what he did that day. Any time he seems to think he didn't do right enough by his children (which happens too frequently when he starts thinking about my brother's troubled life and untimely end), I remind him that I would not be here if he hadn't acted quickly that day.

Thanks, Dad.
danagryphon: (Mal Misbehave)
It was an interesting weekend. Started with E having a sleepover Friday night with the new Cubmaster's son, who is actually a grade behind E, but they evidently bonded over a week of cub scout camp this summer. Saturday, despite being invited to a cookout, we spent running errands and cleaning. You see, we offered to host M's family—that's his brother's gang of 8 plus his parents, plus his best friend L and his girlfriend (X)—for a Labor Day cookout. And this was to be after spending all of Sunday afternoon and evening at a wedding in NH.

So Saturday was shopping for wedding gift, cookout food, and cleaning up the condo. I even got half the bedroom painted this weekend (a lovely shade of purple, I absolutely love it). Sunday morning, we finished the shopping—hitting the farmstand for fresh corn on the cob—and a little bit of prep work on stuff that had to be made ahead of time.

The wedding was fun, a very contemporary, secular Jewish ceremony, which means a JP, but with a chuppah and stomping on the glass at the end. It was also a very casual ceremony, being held outside next to the ocean, and was quite lovely. The groom grew up across the street from M, so his parents and brother were also there. The reception was a bit chilly, being in a pavilion next to the ocean on a chilly September evening. But the food was good, the music was fun (if a bit loud...wait did I just say that? oh, I'm getting old), and M and I even danced a bit. They had a marshmallow roast/s'more making to complement the wedding cupcakes for dessert. M and I left around 10, and evidently missed a couple of more interesting parts of the party, including the bride wrestling in her wedding dress. This is evidently the new rage among brides, to trash the dress as part of the reception. Okey dokey.

Of course, this whole exercise also got M's parents on a kick about when our wedding will be, since I would like to have it in October, and that is fast approaching. I really just want to elope and get it over with, but I suppose I should start some sort of planning if we are actually going to do this thing this year.

So Monday arrived, and the house filled up. M's brother now has 6 kids (6 weeks to 16 years), and they even all came; we thought the 16-year-old might beg off, since she has made it painfully obviously she has absolutely no love for M or anything associated with him. M's friend L also came, and brought the mail order girlfriend, whose visit was ending this morning. Plus the 4 of us, and that makes 16 people, the most I have entertained yet in the new place. But all went well, aside from a brief foray into politics, when I felt obliged to explain to M's father that no, the elderly really aren't going to have to be evaluated every 5 years to see if they should be euthanized (are you kidding me!!!), which almost caused a feeding frenzy when they realized they had a librul(ish) in their midst. I also had to smack down L when started trying to make cracks about Ted Kennedy. What an asshat.

But I've decided that the next time someone asks me if I'm a liberal (or any other political denomination), instead of trying to explain that I am an independent, a social liberal but fiscal conservative, with a healthy dose of libertarian thrown in, I've decided that my answer from now on is going to be "Actually, I'm an American; I don't believe in being a slave to ideology, but would rather be a servant to the greater good of the American people. I'd rather use my brain to make decisions about how this country should be governed than listen to talking heads, propaganda, party platforms. How about you?" Or maybe, "Well, I'm an independent, which means you have a chance to sway me to your side if you can come at me with facts and logic and not talking points and fearmongering. Care to give it a shot?" Oh, Barney Frank, where are you when I need you?

After that brief pissing match, the subject didn't get brought up again, at least, not in my presence. I did hear one or two comments in the background about Obama's speech to the schools, but I think at that point, they had figured out that I wasn't going to be sympathetic to their bashing of all things Obama. Too bad, so sad.

M's brother and parents left around 6, and L and X stayed to watch a movie, The Birdcage (lol!). I knew this was not going to end well when L started making comments about the sexiness of the dancers in the opening scene, until M and I pointed out that they were all dudes. Oh, the schadenfreude. I excused myself after about the first hour of M having to explain every other line in the rest of the movie because they didn't get it. But hey, I had kids to get ready for bed.. yeah, that's it... and dinner to clean up from.. yeah, that's the ticket....

Kids start back to school tomorrow, so I have to get back into my regular routine. Bleh.
danagryphon: (Mal Misbehave)
It was an interesting weekend. Started with E having a sleepover Friday night with the new Cubmaster's son, who is actually a grade behind E, but they evidently bonded over a week of cub scout camp this summer. Saturday, despite being invited to a cookout, we spent running errands and cleaning. You see, we offered to host M's family—that's his brother's gang of 8 plus his parents, plus his best friend L and his girlfriend (X)—for a Labor Day cookout. And this was to be after spending all of Sunday afternoon and evening at a wedding in NH.

So Saturday was shopping for wedding gift, cookout food, and cleaning up the condo. I even got half the bedroom painted this weekend (a lovely shade of purple, I absolutely love it). Sunday morning, we finished the shopping—hitting the farmstand for fresh corn on the cob—and a little bit of prep work on stuff that had to be made ahead of time.

The wedding was fun, a very contemporary, secular Jewish ceremony, which means a JP, but with a chuppah and stomping on the glass at the end. It was also a very casual ceremony, being held outside next to the ocean, and was quite lovely. The groom grew up across the street from M, so his parents and brother were also there. The reception was a bit chilly, being in a pavilion next to the ocean on a chilly September evening. But the food was good, the music was fun (if a bit loud...wait did I just say that? oh, I'm getting old), and M and I even danced a bit. They had a marshmallow roast/s'more making to complement the wedding cupcakes for dessert. M and I left around 10, and evidently missed a couple of more interesting parts of the party, including the bride wrestling in her wedding dress. This is evidently the new rage among brides, to trash the dress as part of the reception. Okey dokey.

Of course, this whole exercise also got M's parents on a kick about when our wedding will be, since I would like to have it in October, and that is fast approaching. I really just want to elope and get it over with, but I suppose I should start some sort of planning if we are actually going to do this thing this year.

So Monday arrived, and the house filled up. M's brother now has 6 kids (6 weeks to 16 years), and they even all came; we thought the 16-year-old might beg off, since she has made it painfully obviously she has absolutely no love for M or anything associated with him. M's friend L also came, and brought the mail order girlfriend, whose visit was ending this morning. Plus the 4 of us, and that makes 16 people, the most I have entertained yet in the new place. But all went well, aside from a brief foray into politics, when I felt obliged to explain to M's father that no, the elderly really aren't going to have to be evaluated every 5 years to see if they should be euthanized (are you kidding me!!!), which almost caused a feeding frenzy when they realized they had a librul(ish) in their midst. I also had to smack down L when started trying to make cracks about Ted Kennedy. What an asshat.

But I've decided that the next time someone asks me if I'm a liberal (or any other political denomination), instead of trying to explain that I am an independent, a social liberal but fiscal conservative, with a healthy dose of libertarian thrown in, I've decided that my answer from now on is going to be "Actually, I'm an American; I don't believe in being a slave to ideology, but would rather be a servant to the greater good of the American people. I'd rather use my brain to make decisions about how this country should be governed than listen to talking heads, propaganda, party platforms. How about you?" Or maybe, "Well, I'm an independent, which means you have a chance to sway me to your side if you can come at me with facts and logic and not talking points and fearmongering. Care to give it a shot?" Oh, Barney Frank, where are you when I need you?

After that brief pissing match, the subject didn't get brought up again, at least, not in my presence. I did hear one or two comments in the background about Obama's speech to the schools, but I think at that point, they had figured out that I wasn't going to be sympathetic to their bashing of all things Obama. Too bad, so sad.

M's brother and parents left around 6, and L and X stayed to watch a movie, The Birdcage (lol!). I knew this was not going to end well when L started making comments about the sexiness of the dancers in the opening scene, until M and I pointed out that they were all dudes. Oh, the schadenfreude. I excused myself after about the first hour of M having to explain every other line in the rest of the movie because they didn't get it. But hey, I had kids to get ready for bed.. yeah, that's it... and dinner to clean up from.. yeah, that's the ticket....

Kids start back to school tomorrow, so I have to get back into my regular routine. Bleh.
danagryphon: (Sun & Moon)
I gave Sis a call last night, since I hadn't talked to her in a while. The boys and I are going to go down to PA to visit them over the 4th of July weekend.

Well, it turns out Sis has a new hobby.... Cardmaking! Only she makes hers with rubber stamps.

I told her that I've also gotten into cardmaking with my Cricut! So I'm going to pack up my Cricut and a bunch of my supplies, and we are going to have a little family cardmaking extravaganza while I'm down there.

There are times I wished Sis lived closer, because we could have a lot of fun doing things together.
danagryphon: (Sun & Moon)
I gave Sis a call last night, since I hadn't talked to her in a while. The boys and I are going to go down to PA to visit them over the 4th of July weekend.

Well, it turns out Sis has a new hobby.... Cardmaking! Only she makes hers with rubber stamps.

I told her that I've also gotten into cardmaking with my Cricut! So I'm going to pack up my Cricut and a bunch of my supplies, and we are going to have a little family cardmaking extravaganza while I'm down there.

There are times I wished Sis lived closer, because we could have a lot of fun doing things together.
danagryphon: (Sun & Moon)
E had his first baseball game of the season Saturday afternoon. Wow, a total and complete blowout. His team won 14-0. He was walked 3 times, and scored runs off of two of those. The third, he got tagged out because he didn't understand the coach's signal not to run when he didn't have to. But it is a good start to the season. Next game is Wednesday evening.

After the game, the kids and I went up to Peabody (M had already gone that morning) for his parents' going away party. They were very surprised, and it was a very nice time. M made a beautiful speech. He really is quite eloquent. His mom cried, his dad cried, he cried. We went back to their house afterward and ended up staying until a little after 10, at which point, I declared that I had to get the kids home. E fell asleep in the car. But it was hard to leave, thinking that would be the last we would see of them for many, many months.

Well, it turns out his mother has nixed his father's plan to leave a day early (which would have been today), and they have invited us to have dinner with them one final time tonight, before they leave tomorrow. M is going to take the kids in my car and pick me up at the train station near his parents' house, since that is the only way for us to get there in time. Yep, it's going to be another hard night for him.

I'm going to miss them, too. It was nice to discover that they were actually pretty cool to hang out with, as long as his brother and sister weren't around. The tricky thing is going to be if his brother wants/expects him to now spend time with him, when M doesn't really want to. The sister is not an issue anymore because she's in Michigan.

Sunday I made some more stock for my Etsy shop, mostly graduation cards. No sales from the shop yet, but hopefully that will happen soon. I've joined the Pagans of Etsy team, so we'll see if that helps.
danagryphon: (Sun & Moon)
E had his first baseball game of the season Saturday afternoon. Wow, a total and complete blowout. His team won 14-0. He was walked 3 times, and scored runs off of two of those. The third, he got tagged out because he didn't understand the coach's signal not to run when he didn't have to. But it is a good start to the season. Next game is Wednesday evening.

After the game, the kids and I went up to Peabody (M had already gone that morning) for his parents' going away party. They were very surprised, and it was a very nice time. M made a beautiful speech. He really is quite eloquent. His mom cried, his dad cried, he cried. We went back to their house afterward and ended up staying until a little after 10, at which point, I declared that I had to get the kids home. E fell asleep in the car. But it was hard to leave, thinking that would be the last we would see of them for many, many months.

Well, it turns out his mother has nixed his father's plan to leave a day early (which would have been today), and they have invited us to have dinner with them one final time tonight, before they leave tomorrow. M is going to take the kids in my car and pick me up at the train station near his parents' house, since that is the only way for us to get there in time. Yep, it's going to be another hard night for him.

I'm going to miss them, too. It was nice to discover that they were actually pretty cool to hang out with, as long as his brother and sister weren't around. The tricky thing is going to be if his brother wants/expects him to now spend time with him, when M doesn't really want to. The sister is not an issue anymore because she's in Michigan.

Sunday I made some more stock for my Etsy shop, mostly graduation cards. No sales from the shop yet, but hopefully that will happen soon. I've joined the Pagans of Etsy team, so we'll see if that helps.
danagryphon: (Picard WTF)
My father can be a dear, dear man, but I have had to admit in recent years that he has become something of a Nutter Butter. My sister and I think he has some low level dementia going on that causes mild to moderate paranoia. In particular, he has a tendency to turn everything into a conspiracy theory that is targeting him personally.

Case in point. The very small village that I grew up in has a Post Office branch, but no delivery service. All mail is distributed through PO boxes. This is how it has been my entire life, and still is. Well, evidently, there is a proposal to begin delivery of mail to the village, but it would be through the post office where my father actually used to work, in the next town over. So, in order to receive mail as a rural route from the next town over, people desiring delivery would have to use THAT town as their address, rather than the small village where they actually live.

My father has decided that this is a conspiracy by the post office to "destroy" the village (which is about to celebrate it's 100th anniversary), and absorb it into the next-door, larger town. Oh, and the reason They are doing this is because HE lives there, and They are out to get HIM.

Now, delivery is by no means mandatory, and anyone who wants to keep their small village address just needs to keep getting their mail delivered to their small village PO box.

As I said, major nuttery. I'm sure the fact that there are people in town who would actually LIKE the convenience of having their mail delivered has nothing whatsoever to do with it.

The village had a meeting to discuss this, which my father attended, of course, and was rather vociferous with his "theory" about "what is really going on". The town meeting was covered by two local news affiliates, CBS and Fox.

Which network decided to interview my father, gravitating to him like dogs salivating over a wounded kitten? Fox News, of course. Home of wingnuttery not just nationally, but now locally, too!

Unfortunately, Fox does have some programming I really enjoy, but their reputation for craziness in their news coverage is really getting beyond the pale. I don't watch any Fox channels' news myself, but I read stories on several blogs (including Newshounds: "We Watch Fox News So You Don't Have To", Media Matters, Crooks and Liars) and often watch the clips they provide of Faux News "personalities" ranting, raving, and generally making patooties out of themselves. But I never realized how strongly the attraction to wingnuttery had infected the local affiliates, as well.
danagryphon: (Picard WTF)
My father can be a dear, dear man, but I have had to admit in recent years that he has become something of a Nutter Butter. My sister and I think he has some low level dementia going on that causes mild to moderate paranoia. In particular, he has a tendency to turn everything into a conspiracy theory that is targeting him personally.

Case in point. The very small village that I grew up in has a Post Office branch, but no delivery service. All mail is distributed through PO boxes. This is how it has been my entire life, and still is. Well, evidently, there is a proposal to begin delivery of mail to the village, but it would be through the post office where my father actually used to work, in the next town over. So, in order to receive mail as a rural route from the next town over, people desiring delivery would have to use THAT town as their address, rather than the small village where they actually live.

My father has decided that this is a conspiracy by the post office to "destroy" the village (which is about to celebrate it's 100th anniversary), and absorb it into the next-door, larger town. Oh, and the reason They are doing this is because HE lives there, and They are out to get HIM.

Now, delivery is by no means mandatory, and anyone who wants to keep their small village address just needs to keep getting their mail delivered to their small village PO box.

As I said, major nuttery. I'm sure the fact that there are people in town who would actually LIKE the convenience of having their mail delivered has nothing whatsoever to do with it.

The village had a meeting to discuss this, which my father attended, of course, and was rather vociferous with his "theory" about "what is really going on". The town meeting was covered by two local news affiliates, CBS and Fox.

Which network decided to interview my father, gravitating to him like dogs salivating over a wounded kitten? Fox News, of course. Home of wingnuttery not just nationally, but now locally, too!

Unfortunately, Fox does have some programming I really enjoy, but their reputation for craziness in their news coverage is really getting beyond the pale. I don't watch any Fox channels' news myself, but I read stories on several blogs (including Newshounds: "We Watch Fox News So You Don't Have To", Media Matters, Crooks and Liars) and often watch the clips they provide of Faux News "personalities" ranting, raving, and generally making patooties out of themselves. But I never realized how strongly the attraction to wingnuttery had infected the local affiliates, as well.
danagryphon: (Home)
My sister and brother-in-law were visiting this weekend. After some initial panic over whether they could still drive up from PA on Thursday because of the snow/ice storm on Wednesday, and the snafu of forgetting all their meds and not realizing it until they were in NY, they arrived safe and (mostly) sound Thursday evening. Once new scripts for the meds were secured, it was smooth sailing from there.

I made a batch of slippery chicken pot pie for them for supper when they arrived, since my sister doesn't make it and the bil loves it. It was all gone by the end of the weekend.

We did lots of stuff )
danagryphon: (Home)
My sister and brother-in-law were visiting this weekend. After some initial panic over whether they could still drive up from PA on Thursday because of the snow/ice storm on Wednesday, and the snafu of forgetting all their meds and not realizing it until they were in NY, they arrived safe and (mostly) sound Thursday evening. Once new scripts for the meds were secured, it was smooth sailing from there.

I made a batch of slippery chicken pot pie for them for supper when they arrived, since my sister doesn't make it and the bil loves it. It was all gone by the end of the weekend.

We did lots of stuff )

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