*squints* It's Monday, already?
Oct. 20th, 2003 07:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgThat was fast.
This weekend was spent talking. Or sleeping. Very little else. Well, maybe not - much housework was accomplished, because Teh Mommie is coming to visit on Sunday!
(I have a Danish mother. 100%, white-glove dustless, faster than a raging hurricane, Danish mother - it had better be perfect, or you get The Look. Make a saving throw.)
The motivating statement to Jim? "We'd better have everything done or they'll feel sorry for me." It would be lamer if it wasn't true.
The reward? Both she and Sis gushed in their praise of how nice Mah House looks. Mark this one on your callendars - I'll be living on it for a year.
However, I am still coming off the bronchitis and do Hyatt imitations often. This is Family Week at Skechers - I should get an award. Four generations, 29 pairs of shoes, less than two hours. That's what everyone was in for - and everyone was happy happy when it was over. We were 10 people, because Cedric came along - and we all tromped over to Mitsuwa for lunch afterward. Then went into the market for ice cream. My grand-nephew wants all the Gundam toys. He got one on my say-so and now I rock. Everyone liked their food, everyone liked the place, it was good-good all around.
A year, I tell you.
Godzilla is telling me to retire him. As in the hard drives are now getting flakey and sometimes, it doesn't know what to do with the data it gets from the network. Jim is looking at the lowest, cheapest *anything* on the shelf - and I don't want to do that route. I want to put another Legacy into service. I want to go finish the machine we've been buying pieces for -
The tree out back is a quince - the first ripe fruit fell off over the weekend. When the rest come on, it's going to be a deluge. Go look through your oldest canning books for something other than quince marmelade - let me know what you find. Pweeeze?
And for my next trick, going to work and acting alert.
This weekend was spent talking. Or sleeping. Very little else. Well, maybe not - much housework was accomplished, because Teh Mommie is coming to visit on Sunday!
(I have a Danish mother. 100%, white-glove dustless, faster than a raging hurricane, Danish mother - it had better be perfect, or you get The Look. Make a saving throw.)
The motivating statement to Jim? "We'd better have everything done or they'll feel sorry for me." It would be lamer if it wasn't true.
The reward? Both she and Sis gushed in their praise of how nice Mah House looks. Mark this one on your callendars - I'll be living on it for a year.
However, I am still coming off the bronchitis and do Hyatt imitations often. This is Family Week at Skechers - I should get an award. Four generations, 29 pairs of shoes, less than two hours. That's what everyone was in for - and everyone was happy happy when it was over. We were 10 people, because Cedric came along - and we all tromped over to Mitsuwa for lunch afterward. Then went into the market for ice cream. My grand-nephew wants all the Gundam toys. He got one on my say-so and now I rock. Everyone liked their food, everyone liked the place, it was good-good all around.
A year, I tell you.
Godzilla is telling me to retire him. As in the hard drives are now getting flakey and sometimes, it doesn't know what to do with the data it gets from the network. Jim is looking at the lowest, cheapest *anything* on the shelf - and I don't want to do that route. I want to put another Legacy into service. I want to go finish the machine we've been buying pieces for -
The tree out back is a quince - the first ripe fruit fell off over the weekend. When the rest come on, it's going to be a deluge. Go look through your oldest canning books for something other than quince marmelade - let me know what you find. Pweeeze?
And for my next trick, going to work and acting alert.
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Date: 2003-10-20 09:55 am (UTC)*chuckles* A quice eh? I think I called that when we were down there in early September. Gods, I wish my surrogate granma were still alive. Granma Johnson lived in Southern CA. If I could I'd send her your way and she'd take over your kitchen when a quiet 'Excuse me dear, where are the big pots.' And when she was gone all your dishes would be clean and you'd have more quince jelly then you knew what to do with.
I'll call my mom and have her talk to Karen (Granma Johnsons daughter and my mom's best friend since 9th grade). I'm sure Karen has all of her mom's recipies.
~C
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Date: 2003-10-20 11:08 am (UTC)Think Seannan has anything up her sleeve from England? I saw a license plate this morning that made me think of her - "MERMUSE."
Productive - *thinks* - better than average, I think. I'm looking at missing NaNoWriMo again this year due to time restraints (too much undone stuff at home) - and anything that keeps me from writing is too much. The first hurdle in justifying this move is done - the house is in good shape and the time restraints are lifting. However, the number of unfinished projects is not reducing nearly fast enough for my comfort level. They're coming down, but I think I might have to have my own NaNoWriMo in April or something.
My mom is even worse
Date: 2003-10-20 10:12 am (UTC)Re: My mom is even worse
Date: 2003-10-20 10:54 am (UTC)Does she also turn and look at you with big puppy dog eyes and start sniffling?
Re: My mom is even worse
Date: 2003-10-20 12:40 pm (UTC)Re: My mom is even worse
Date: 2003-10-20 02:53 pm (UTC)How deep does this go? I have to have ALL my work done before I can enjoy anything - a movie, a video game, a good writing session - if there's anything left undone, it rankles like cornflakes down my back.
She's comfortable where I'm living and how, these days. THAT was hard won.