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So much rain. It's been raining steadily for days now. 'Tis weird. Bring back Summer!
I realised that the majority of my posts have been of the less than happy nature lately so I thought I'd write something happy. After three weeks of being ill with one thing or another I am finally feeling good. I had a longer than usual shift at work today and still got through it without coughing up a lung, getting dizzy or having a major headache.
And craft today was brilliant. It was raining outside so we grabbed a big box of stuff that had really nice things in it but not enough of any one thing to be used for a proper craft activity. We threw the box on the ground in the middle of a common area and just said make whatever you want. There was glue all over the floor by the end of it and I ended up putting together about five boxes and making innumerable bows out of ribbon scraps. It was messy and it was everywhere and it was sooo much fun.
Oh, and I figured out how to do NaNo. Turns out that even though typing is faster than handwriting, handwriting is more productive than typing. I think it has something to do with having time to think beyond the current sentence as your writing. I don't get that time when I'm typing because I go too fast then I'm suddenly at the end of the sentence with no idea what happens next. The only problem with this is that I have two new (short) fan fics that have invaded my brain and are wanting to distract me from my NaNo project. That's always the way with me though. I'm a little bit scatterbrained but hopefully I can get the basics down for the little projects and pick them up later when I have time.
In other news one of the children I look after decided today that he was going to tell me, in great detail, about his father's escape from Vietnam during the war (back when his father was a teenager) and how he, after being captured on the first attempt, finally made it to Malaysia and then to Australia as a war refugee, without knowing a lick of English. It was interesting but at the same time it was very scary. I've met his dad and I've had those awkward, polite little conversations but I've never really thought much about it. It's sort of odd to know he lived through that. I feel like I've invaded his privacy somehow. I felt even worse when I stupidly mentioned that two of my uncles fought in that war. One might have been by choice, but I know my Uncle JJ was drafted and very much against being sent. He's a hippie, pacifist nurse. The war screwed him up big time. But as soon as I mentioned them the child said "Gee, I hope they didn't see my dad there". *cringe*
I know pretty much nothing about the Vietnam war. I don't know who started it or why or who they were fighting. I chose to do Ancient History, not Modern History. And while I should learn these things, I sort of don't want to know. I follow in my Uncle JJ's footsteps: pacifist all the way. It's just that what 'T' said today got me thinking that maybe I should at least find out the basics. Especially with Remembrance Day coming up.
I realised that the majority of my posts have been of the less than happy nature lately so I thought I'd write something happy. After three weeks of being ill with one thing or another I am finally feeling good. I had a longer than usual shift at work today and still got through it without coughing up a lung, getting dizzy or having a major headache.
And craft today was brilliant. It was raining outside so we grabbed a big box of stuff that had really nice things in it but not enough of any one thing to be used for a proper craft activity. We threw the box on the ground in the middle of a common area and just said make whatever you want. There was glue all over the floor by the end of it and I ended up putting together about five boxes and making innumerable bows out of ribbon scraps. It was messy and it was everywhere and it was sooo much fun.
Oh, and I figured out how to do NaNo. Turns out that even though typing is faster than handwriting, handwriting is more productive than typing. I think it has something to do with having time to think beyond the current sentence as your writing. I don't get that time when I'm typing because I go too fast then I'm suddenly at the end of the sentence with no idea what happens next. The only problem with this is that I have two new (short) fan fics that have invaded my brain and are wanting to distract me from my NaNo project. That's always the way with me though. I'm a little bit scatterbrained but hopefully I can get the basics down for the little projects and pick them up later when I have time.
In other news one of the children I look after decided today that he was going to tell me, in great detail, about his father's escape from Vietnam during the war (back when his father was a teenager) and how he, after being captured on the first attempt, finally made it to Malaysia and then to Australia as a war refugee, without knowing a lick of English. It was interesting but at the same time it was very scary. I've met his dad and I've had those awkward, polite little conversations but I've never really thought much about it. It's sort of odd to know he lived through that. I feel like I've invaded his privacy somehow. I felt even worse when I stupidly mentioned that two of my uncles fought in that war. One might have been by choice, but I know my Uncle JJ was drafted and very much against being sent. He's a hippie, pacifist nurse. The war screwed him up big time. But as soon as I mentioned them the child said "Gee, I hope they didn't see my dad there". *cringe*
I know pretty much nothing about the Vietnam war. I don't know who started it or why or who they were fighting. I chose to do Ancient History, not Modern History. And while I should learn these things, I sort of don't want to know. I follow in my Uncle JJ's footsteps: pacifist all the way. It's just that what 'T' said today got me thinking that maybe I should at least find out the basics. Especially with Remembrance Day coming up.