Ups and downs this fall
- Starting to hate the phrase "thank you for your interest". Obviously, there's only one thing left to do:
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- I accidentally marriage. Oops. I've always said that marriage is not my thing, that it's just an obsolete remnant of an antiquated bourgeois ideal and that I don't like ceremonies anyway (but it's fine for those who want it!). Welp, this obsolete remnant offers legal protection like no other form of partnership registration (even with extra paperwork), and with a kid in tow we figured we couldn't afford being pissy. We had a civil ceremony, though, and no one was invited. So ha. One day, his parents will forgive us for that.
- My grandfather died in September. After 60 years of smoking, lung cancer and COPD shouldn't come as a surprise. He had a hard spring and summer, with a heart attack, three bouts of pneumonia, and a stroke, but he remained witty and focused on living until the end (he asked for a treadmill three days before he died, so that he could get up and walk again). I miss him.
- We're moving to a new apartment in December; nearly twice as big and brand new. It's a wonderful fairytale of a place and I'm looking forward to a study, two bathrooms, and not having people stare at us as they walk by (hard to do ten stories up). Also a fridge that doesn't sound, at best, like a chicken coop.
- Doing mini-nanowrimo this year; set my target to 100 but have so far managed a little more each day. It's all disjointed, but I'm still pleased. Wrote this yesterday:
They don't have the plains anymore, but they can walk the city, so they do. Kemar leads Enet through the purely Medinn spaces: markets, parks, alleys, and housing areas. He scowls at the people they pass, daring them to say the word "tribal," until Enet shakes his hand.
He looks down and she smiles up at him and he remembers he wanted to protect her from bad feelings, that's why he tried to scare the Medinneans away, and he has to laugh at himself and she laughs because he laughs and it's the most infectious sound he knows, and soon they are laughing like crazies, swinging their linked hands between them as they walk down the street, laughing at anyone who stares.
(It is ridiculously hard to write Kemar happy, damn his frowny face.)
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- I accidentally marriage. Oops. I've always said that marriage is not my thing, that it's just an obsolete remnant of an antiquated bourgeois ideal and that I don't like ceremonies anyway (but it's fine for those who want it!). Welp, this obsolete remnant offers legal protection like no other form of partnership registration (even with extra paperwork), and with a kid in tow we figured we couldn't afford being pissy. We had a civil ceremony, though, and no one was invited. So ha. One day, his parents will forgive us for that.
- My grandfather died in September. After 60 years of smoking, lung cancer and COPD shouldn't come as a surprise. He had a hard spring and summer, with a heart attack, three bouts of pneumonia, and a stroke, but he remained witty and focused on living until the end (he asked for a treadmill three days before he died, so that he could get up and walk again). I miss him.
- We're moving to a new apartment in December; nearly twice as big and brand new. It's a wonderful fairytale of a place and I'm looking forward to a study, two bathrooms, and not having people stare at us as they walk by (hard to do ten stories up). Also a fridge that doesn't sound, at best, like a chicken coop.
- Doing mini-nanowrimo this year; set my target to 100 but have so far managed a little more each day. It's all disjointed, but I'm still pleased. Wrote this yesterday:
They don't have the plains anymore, but they can walk the city, so they do. Kemar leads Enet through the purely Medinn spaces: markets, parks, alleys, and housing areas. He scowls at the people they pass, daring them to say the word "tribal," until Enet shakes his hand.
He looks down and she smiles up at him and he remembers he wanted to protect her from bad feelings, that's why he tried to scare the Medinneans away, and he has to laugh at himself and she laughs because he laughs and it's the most infectious sound he knows, and soon they are laughing like crazies, swinging their linked hands between them as they walk down the street, laughing at anyone who stares.
(It is ridiculously hard to write Kemar happy, damn his frowny face.)