Articles, and odd breaks from cutlery
I've been cranking them out this week! Examiner.com articles, that is. If you go here, you'll find another two new articles, since last I linked. One is about the world's only known female, idential twin, autistic savants (going by "The RainMan Twins"). The other is a collection of humorous, inspirational, and down-to-earth thoughtful quotes related to disability (and parenting.) Please to make with the clicky clicky, tankoo. Also, if any of you do StumbleUpon, I'd appreciate thumbs-up on my work there, as it will help me generate hits.
Last night I got a rare break from the metaphorical cutlery, or at least a Jamie-shaped drawer of it. Ok, so we'd already put Jamie to bed, but still... Keainid stayed home (and did housework...he gets, like, several trays of brownie points all at once), so I could go out and see a show. One of the local colleges was doing a (humorously modernized) production of Shakespeare's As You Like It, and, care of BIL Adam (who used to be involved with the theater program there), we learned about a $1 night intended largely for students who were being forced to see the show for one of their classes. $1 for such a rare treat for me was, thankfully, managable. So I got to wear decent clothes. And jewelry. Yes, just because I could. And I got to walk alone through the Autumn evening, to the campus. Thankfully, again, the weather was decent, my activity that day had been buffered by Keainid being off from work, and so my legs were able to manage it. I had some mildly surreal moments when I got to the campus, actually, because there was a miniature football game going on in an area of lawn on the way to the performing arts building, and they were blasting rather angy late-90s music for the bouncy cheerleaders and screaming fans to compete with -- and there I was, on my way to watch some Shakespeare. I had some rather stranger-feeling moments once inside and waiting for Adam (who was not up for babysitting, but was up for seeing it himself), truth to tell. The lobby was filled with college students, with a woman on the staff, and with myself...and it slowly sank in for me...I was grouped with the latter. .............Well in any case, it was a lot of fun. I'm not sure how the cast would've done with a tragedy, but they had a wonderful way with the comedy, both as it was written and as the words could be built upon. Three hours after it began, Adam walked me home, we continued to talk, listen to music and look at links with Keainid, and then Keainid drove him home. Then I had dinner and continued the night with my hubby. Yes, a good night.
Last night I got a rare break from the metaphorical cutlery, or at least a Jamie-shaped drawer of it. Ok, so we'd already put Jamie to bed, but still... Keainid stayed home (and did housework...he gets, like, several trays of brownie points all at once), so I could go out and see a show. One of the local colleges was doing a (humorously modernized) production of Shakespeare's As You Like It, and, care of BIL Adam (who used to be involved with the theater program there), we learned about a $1 night intended largely for students who were being forced to see the show for one of their classes. $1 for such a rare treat for me was, thankfully, managable. So I got to wear decent clothes. And jewelry. Yes, just because I could. And I got to walk alone through the Autumn evening, to the campus. Thankfully, again, the weather was decent, my activity that day had been buffered by Keainid being off from work, and so my legs were able to manage it. I had some mildly surreal moments when I got to the campus, actually, because there was a miniature football game going on in an area of lawn on the way to the performing arts building, and they were blasting rather angy late-90s music for the bouncy cheerleaders and screaming fans to compete with -- and there I was, on my way to watch some Shakespeare. I had some rather stranger-feeling moments once inside and waiting for Adam (who was not up for babysitting, but was up for seeing it himself), truth to tell. The lobby was filled with college students, with a woman on the staff, and with myself...and it slowly sank in for me...I was grouped with the latter. .............Well in any case, it was a lot of fun. I'm not sure how the cast would've done with a tragedy, but they had a wonderful way with the comedy, both as it was written and as the words could be built upon. Three hours after it began, Adam walked me home, we continued to talk, listen to music and look at links with Keainid, and then Keainid drove him home. Then I had dinner and continued the night with my hubby. Yes, a good night.