when life slap you aside the head
Last night I heard a falling water sound as I sat in bed, but no one was in the bathroom. (I could see in.) Besides it didn't sound like water on a hard surface or water on water, so I concentrated on what my daughter was saying. Then she turned to the bathroom and said that water was dripping from my closet. We keep a bucket for handwashing in the bathroom, so we dumped it out and I held it up under the drip (from the rail the doors slid on) while my daughter pulled everything out that half of the closet and my husband got dressed and ran upstairs to ask the neighbors if they had a leak. They said they didn't, but as we were speculating what else it could be, the woman came down and said the toilet had flooded their bathroom and bedroom. They had a wet/dry vac and sucked up a lot of the water, which meant that it dripped for less than half and hour all told. That first water noise must have been beginning. The pile of hoodies/sweaters it dripped on didn't even feel wet when I put them in the wash just now.
My clothes are hanging over my sewing machine and the boxes are lined up in front of the bookshelf across from the end of my bed. But all in all, it could have been worse. The neighbors might not have been home. The leak might have been in a place they couldn't just turn it off at the valve. It might have flooded in our closets, damaging all our boxes and Christmas stuff.
I'm so tired.
Last Saturday was homecoming in the town I work in and unlike most years when we get a few dozen corsage/bouts (52 last year which was a record high), this year we got 114. My boss worked a 13 hour day (after a fifteen) and I worked an eleven, both with no lunches and short breaks. It was even busier than a few years ago when I worked homecoming alone.
But near the end of the night, I got help from a woman who is speedy at corsages and a produce guy who entertained us. He told us about taking three girls to the prom his senior year. The first was a girl who he'd dated for two days in middle school. He told her she really hadn't given him a chance. But to relieve the stress of going to the prom with him, he'd invite two other girls. She agreed.
Next he asked the girl so smart she intimidated him. He knows he's smart, but she was much smarted. He talked her her about a social experiment: going to the prom with three people of the other gender. She said she'd love to do it, but didn't think she could handle three male dates. He said he's take that part and she happily agreed.
The last was the girl way out of his league, who had just broken up with her boyfriend. My colleague told her the best way to make her ex jealous was to go to prom with him, and since he didn't want her to feel pressured (since she'd just broken up), he'd also have two other dates. She agreed.
My daughter says that proves he has a silver tongue. Imagine some guy convincing you to do that.
I forgot to ask how the actual prom went, but the next day I wasn't surprised when he said he was polyamorous. That gave me the biggest plunny bite. If the main character were bi... and more than just the three dates... and maybe his dates had dates...
The problem is that makes nine characters (one of which wants to take off on his own), which is too many for a short story. But I spent a while looking up clothes from the twenties (at OMG That Dress) they could get out of a grandparent's attic. I even know how it will end. The only fuzzy bit is dinner and the dance itself.
But I found the cutest dress (http://vintage.tips/post/122528179155/omgthatdress-ensemble-jeanne-lanvin-1920-bunka imagine peacock silk pants under a beaded tunic) and I want a character to frolic in it. Doesn't he look like he'd drive some sultan mad? Or intrigue a gentleman as at mask ball? Older than he looks, he's someone's Puck. a vampire? fairy? Just a man? But a power the powerful want to control, but like quicksilver, the harder they squeeze, the faster he runs from their hand.
My clothes are hanging over my sewing machine and the boxes are lined up in front of the bookshelf across from the end of my bed. But all in all, it could have been worse. The neighbors might not have been home. The leak might have been in a place they couldn't just turn it off at the valve. It might have flooded in our closets, damaging all our boxes and Christmas stuff.
I'm so tired.
Last Saturday was homecoming in the town I work in and unlike most years when we get a few dozen corsage/bouts (52 last year which was a record high), this year we got 114. My boss worked a 13 hour day (after a fifteen) and I worked an eleven, both with no lunches and short breaks. It was even busier than a few years ago when I worked homecoming alone.
But near the end of the night, I got help from a woman who is speedy at corsages and a produce guy who entertained us. He told us about taking three girls to the prom his senior year. The first was a girl who he'd dated for two days in middle school. He told her she really hadn't given him a chance. But to relieve the stress of going to the prom with him, he'd invite two other girls. She agreed.
Next he asked the girl so smart she intimidated him. He knows he's smart, but she was much smarted. He talked her her about a social experiment: going to the prom with three people of the other gender. She said she'd love to do it, but didn't think she could handle three male dates. He said he's take that part and she happily agreed.
The last was the girl way out of his league, who had just broken up with her boyfriend. My colleague told her the best way to make her ex jealous was to go to prom with him, and since he didn't want her to feel pressured (since she'd just broken up), he'd also have two other dates. She agreed.
My daughter says that proves he has a silver tongue. Imagine some guy convincing you to do that.
I forgot to ask how the actual prom went, but the next day I wasn't surprised when he said he was polyamorous. That gave me the biggest plunny bite. If the main character were bi... and more than just the three dates... and maybe his dates had dates...
The problem is that makes nine characters (one of which wants to take off on his own), which is too many for a short story. But I spent a while looking up clothes from the twenties (at OMG That Dress) they could get out of a grandparent's attic. I even know how it will end. The only fuzzy bit is dinner and the dance itself.
But I found the cutest dress (http://vintage.tips/post/122528179155/omgthatdress-ensemble-jeanne-lanvin-1920-bunka imagine peacock silk pants under a beaded tunic) and I want a character to frolic in it. Doesn't he look like he'd drive some sultan mad? Or intrigue a gentleman as at mask ball? Older than he looks, he's someone's Puck. a vampire? fairy? Just a man? But a power the powerful want to control, but like quicksilver, the harder they squeeze, the faster he runs from their hand.