well this is our story (stick to it)
Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian f-listers, and a happy birthday to poetic_wonder. It is getting late in the day (for this old woman, at least), but I hope it was (and is) filled with good times, lady. Good times and cake. Be well.
We have begun the process of transforming the guest room into Abi's new room, and not a moment too soon. I suspect that Sebastian is quickly approaching the bassinet's 20 pound weight limit. He needs to be in the crib. I think it will be neat for them to each be in their own rooms, especially since this means I get a chance to decorate! I went to the thrift store today to look for some garden items ("Abi's Garden" is the theme of her new room), and, as I was leaving, a woman (in her 30s, 40s?) with an uneasy look to her bid me stop. I thought perhaps she was lost and needed directions, or maybe something was wrong with the van that wasn't immediately visible to me, so I stopped. She apologized profusely, insisted she was not a weirdo, told me she'd lost her job and that her husband had hanged himself two weeks ago, and asked if she could wash my car or clean my house, or could I just run her over so she could make some money to feed her kids? I gave her seven dollars and told her to take care. "God bless you," she said. I don't know. I hate to be cynical about this sort of thing. She was wearing a wedding ring, but I would have a hard time getting rid of mine as well. I suppose the kids of whom she spoke were at home, or maybe she saw that I have children and was appealing to my maternal instinct. Either way, it was only seven dollars. Am I a horrible person for doubting her? Was she scamming me? What would you have done?
Moving on. One picks up all sorts of trivial bits of information whilst meandering the winding, busy, (often scary) streets of the Internet. Recently I was trying to figure out how long a dress I ordered on Etsy should take to arrive from Arkansas, and I learned that, evidently, the postal service in Italy is horrifying. There are all sorts of restrictions on various items, packages constantly go missing.. there is, I have heard, a black hole in the poste Italiane. While I'm certain this is terribly frustrating for anyone who wants to ship anything to or from Italy, I personally am just a little amused by the concept of a postal black hole. I think I can use it. I want to write a story about a woman who inadvertently finds herself in an odd sort of pen pal relationship with an Italian customs/postal (haven't worked out all the details yet) worker whilst trying to get a package to a cousin living abroad in Milan.
Troubles:
- I have never been to Italy. I can make my male character bilingual if he works at the airport, right? Whatever, he's multilingual. He likes pasta. See what I mean?
- The cheese factor. I don't want this to be You've Got Mail, the international version. I want it to be amusing. I don't even think I want romance. Troubles!
- My inner critic is Simon Cowell levels of harsh.
I am way too excited about a spoiler I read this morning about Summer Glau's Dollhouse character. She is the Washington, D.C. house's version of Topher! Oh, I hope she and Fran Kranz have at least one nerd talk scene together.
We have begun the process of transforming the guest room into Abi's new room, and not a moment too soon. I suspect that Sebastian is quickly approaching the bassinet's 20 pound weight limit. He needs to be in the crib. I think it will be neat for them to each be in their own rooms, especially since this means I get a chance to decorate! I went to the thrift store today to look for some garden items ("Abi's Garden" is the theme of her new room), and, as I was leaving, a woman (in her 30s, 40s?) with an uneasy look to her bid me stop. I thought perhaps she was lost and needed directions, or maybe something was wrong with the van that wasn't immediately visible to me, so I stopped. She apologized profusely, insisted she was not a weirdo, told me she'd lost her job and that her husband had hanged himself two weeks ago, and asked if she could wash my car or clean my house, or could I just run her over so she could make some money to feed her kids? I gave her seven dollars and told her to take care. "God bless you," she said. I don't know. I hate to be cynical about this sort of thing. She was wearing a wedding ring, but I would have a hard time getting rid of mine as well. I suppose the kids of whom she spoke were at home, or maybe she saw that I have children and was appealing to my maternal instinct. Either way, it was only seven dollars. Am I a horrible person for doubting her? Was she scamming me? What would you have done?
Moving on. One picks up all sorts of trivial bits of information whilst meandering the winding, busy, (often scary) streets of the Internet. Recently I was trying to figure out how long a dress I ordered on Etsy should take to arrive from Arkansas, and I learned that, evidently, the postal service in Italy is horrifying. There are all sorts of restrictions on various items, packages constantly go missing.. there is, I have heard, a black hole in the poste Italiane. While I'm certain this is terribly frustrating for anyone who wants to ship anything to or from Italy, I personally am just a little amused by the concept of a postal black hole. I think I can use it. I want to write a story about a woman who inadvertently finds herself in an odd sort of pen pal relationship with an Italian customs/postal (haven't worked out all the details yet) worker whilst trying to get a package to a cousin living abroad in Milan.
Troubles:
- I have never been to Italy. I can make my male character bilingual if he works at the airport, right? Whatever, he's multilingual. He likes pasta. See what I mean?
- The cheese factor. I don't want this to be You've Got Mail, the international version. I want it to be amusing. I don't even think I want romance. Troubles!
- My inner critic is Simon Cowell levels of harsh.
I am way too excited about a spoiler I read this morning about Summer Glau's Dollhouse character. She is the Washington, D.C. house's version of Topher! Oh, I hope she and Fran Kranz have at least one nerd talk scene together.