So, It's Monday
I know I promised I would be less lame today, but it's possible that I lied. I can't seem to form a coherent string of thoughts.
I did some mending that I'd been putting off. It always takes me so long to get to, and then it's so easy and satisfying to pull the edges together and sew them up and cut the thread and have a whole thing that was previously in pieces. If only fixing everything was that easy.
Angus and I were watching The Walking Dead together until this season. When I was in Boston with Matt for our twentieth anniversary trip I realized I was missing the season premiere and texted Angus to tell him he could watch it without me if he wanted to, but he didn't. Then Matt and I went to Quincy Market the next day and there was a group of hip-hop dancers out front, and JUST BEFORE we left, one of the dancers said "move closer, folks, we're not the walking dead. Oh, Glenn!" JESUS CHRIST, hip-hop guy, it's only MONDAY!
And once I got home, I realized I didn't want to watch anymore. Not right now. I know it's a show about terrible things, and I should be prepared for more terrible things, but I am not mentally prepared for that particular terrible thing to unfold cinematically in front of me at this particular time in my life. In my mind, Glenn is still alive. I did sort of the same thing when I watched Cold Mountain. I had read the book, and felt cruelly mistreated by the heartbreaking real ending that followed the fake ending; so with the movie, I watched until the fake ending, then turned it off and they all lived happily ever after.
I'm watching The Good Place instead. I love Kristen Bell when she plays against type.
I just freecycled a massive pile of Rainbow Magic books. I had to split them into three lots and yank my hands back before they got chewed off. Thank GOD I'm out of the "Whoever the Whatever Fairy" book years. Eve is currently reading Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (we did see the movie, which was visually cool and started well, but the end was kind of a hot mess), and then she's going to start on the Colours of Madeleine trilogy, which makes me so happy I actually kind of wiggle when thinking about it.
Also, she drew this in her journal today:
I did some mending that I'd been putting off. It always takes me so long to get to, and then it's so easy and satisfying to pull the edges together and sew them up and cut the thread and have a whole thing that was previously in pieces. If only fixing everything was that easy.
Angus and I were watching The Walking Dead together until this season. When I was in Boston with Matt for our twentieth anniversary trip I realized I was missing the season premiere and texted Angus to tell him he could watch it without me if he wanted to, but he didn't. Then Matt and I went to Quincy Market the next day and there was a group of hip-hop dancers out front, and JUST BEFORE we left, one of the dancers said "move closer, folks, we're not the walking dead. Oh, Glenn!" JESUS CHRIST, hip-hop guy, it's only MONDAY!
And once I got home, I realized I didn't want to watch anymore. Not right now. I know it's a show about terrible things, and I should be prepared for more terrible things, but I am not mentally prepared for that particular terrible thing to unfold cinematically in front of me at this particular time in my life. In my mind, Glenn is still alive. I did sort of the same thing when I watched Cold Mountain. I had read the book, and felt cruelly mistreated by the heartbreaking real ending that followed the fake ending; so with the movie, I watched until the fake ending, then turned it off and they all lived happily ever after.
I'm watching The Good Place instead. I love Kristen Bell when she plays against type.
I just freecycled a massive pile of Rainbow Magic books. I had to split them into three lots and yank my hands back before they got chewed off. Thank GOD I'm out of the "Whoever the Whatever Fairy" book years. Eve is currently reading Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (we did see the movie, which was visually cool and started well, but the end was kind of a hot mess), and then she's going to start on the Colours of Madeleine trilogy, which makes me so happy I actually kind of wiggle when thinking about it.
Also, she drew this in her journal today:
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I love what your daughter put in her journal. <3 That is encouraging.
I can't watch yucky stuff. I just can't.
I need duckies and bunnies on demand.
I am not even joking.