So naturally, since I chose today to begin printing photos for Liam’s photo album, the colour ink is low and there’s no point in going any further because I’ll just waste photo paper and what’s left of the ink.
To be fair, I think this is the first time I’ll be replacing it. I can’t really complain about the longevity, only the timing.
On the bright side of things, I got not one but two boxes of books in the post.
The aqueduc truck just went by sounding the water-off alarm. There’s roadwork happening the next street over. I wonder how often this will happen; it’s the second time in two weeks.
The interview I did last week is up. Gwinevere says of me that “She is totally wise to the Wiccan ways, and I loved reading her books!”, which is very sweet of her and made me feel all warm inside.
I’m back to sequential nights of poor sleep. Last night HRH woke me up by saying “What was that?” after a loud sound on the back steps around twelve-thirty, and that was it; I was up for the next four hours. I reread most of the first Harry Dresden book while awake in the wee smas of Saturday night, and last night I got a third of Busman’s Honeymoon read. (How on earth was this book ever done as a play?). I read Shannon Hale’s latest paperback Princess Academy last Friday and was mildly disappointed that it wasn’t as rich as her Bayern books; it felt less deep, and I wasn’t as drawn into the characters or the style of the storytelling. I’m less intrigued now about her newest books Book of a Thousand Days and Austenland.
We had a lovely visit with the ADZO household Saturday afternoon where Liam had his first experience with a wagon and adored it enthusiastically, as I suspected he would: he pushed it, pulled it, and talked about riding in it the whole time we pulled him along. Thumbs up, Self, for the suggestion of a wagon as birthday gift to the grandparent contingent. (Pats self on the back.) Sunday afternoon was coven, and we roughly outlined stuff we’d like to do over the next few months and how we’d like to approach it, as well as roughing out the Midsummer ritual at the end of the month. Unfortunately HRH scheduled the meeting to begin right at the end of Liam’s nap time, so he spent most of his time chasing after the boy. This is what frustrates me about daytime coven meets: we constantly lose one person to childcare. Fortunately as it is now summer we are shifting to Monday evening meetings, because so much happens over the weekends that it gets nigh-impossible to schedule everyone on a weekend afternoon, so the boy will be in bed. Much easier to have everyone participate when one of us isn’t fielding/entertaining a toddler.
I made brownies Saturday morning from a new UK recipe (Nigella, natch), which meant I got to use my little scale as well as my funky measuring glass with the different weight measurements for various ingredients on the side. I used dark Tolberone for the chocolate. Divine. Very buttery, though. Liam called them “magic”, which was hugely amusing.
Three-word sentences are becoming the norm where Sparky is concerned. It’s mildly astonishing every time he produces one.
The Jam Sessions release date seems to have been pushed back to September. I am irked. I played through the first chapter of Phoenix Wright last evening and enjoyed it immensely.
And now, I go to clean my office window. On grey days such as this, one needs to maximise the amount of light coming in at all costs. Also, where is the rain? We were promised a downpour. Perhaps HRH jinxed it by saying, “See you in a couple of hours!” as he pulled out of the driveway this morning. I was kind of looking forward to going to the party store later with him to look at candles and such for a certain birthday cake, and maybe a new large sheet cake tin and a cake board. (Things I will never do: make a 3D owl cake. Yikes. How do you serve something like that?)
I just spent half an hour moaning for various reasons at Ceri, who gave me pats and made me laugh. She also gave me the thumbs-up for my interview when I asked her to read it, having reached the unrewarding poking-at-it-with-a-sharp-stick stage where I couldn’t see if it was making sense or not. So now it’s off to the editor of the e-zine.
And Ceri just logged back in on her way out to lunch (which I am missing, meer meer meer) to send me over to this LOLcatz poetry thread over at Making Light. Do not miss the Pride & Prejudice summary, or the Iliad, or the text-based Inferno (and the sequel).
I’m currently polishing the interview to send it out by noon. I have been industrious this morning – the dishwasher has been loaded and turned on, I’ve done a load of laundry, and I finished cleaning out the mp3 doubles on my hard drive. It’s lunch out day, and there are a couple of milestones among the lunch crowd to celebrate as well as books and CDs to pass along/back. But my system’s been collywobbly for the past two days; I’m still not better this morning and I can’t think of a single lunch spot in that area that would be kind to me. It’s been a hard week in a variety of ways, starting with the headaches and anxiety attacks on Monday (the latter making a comeback after a long absence and rooted, I think, in the fact that for the first time in months, I am free to sit down and write fiction again, but have no idea which project of the five in progress to focus on) and not exactly going downhill from there, but certainly not getting any better. At least I’ve had decent sleep the past two nights, which is a refreshing change.
Construction has hit not only my neighbourhood, but every single main artery I take to various places.
I forgot to say “white rabbits” this morning.
And one month till the annual chamber orchestra Canada Day concert!