And What a Week It Was
I often lament that I do not have enough to do at work. I've solved that problem; if I only have two or three days to get a week's work done, the days are quite...busy, shall we say?
R and #1 are on a day long class trip to Hershey Park. I'm anticipating one exhausted husband and one over-excited son back late this evening. I've heard from them once today; a text from #1 asking if I remembered to set Doctor Who to record. (I hadn't remembered. Our DVR is not accepting series recording requests at this time. So you have to set them each week. Sigh. You all will remember that the DVR hates me. More evidence of the electronic conspiracy.) #2 and I went to see Marmaduke, which was actually kinda cute.
Tomorrow I'm off to WV again to help out with Mom. I'll be gone all week, come back to do one experiment over the weekend and early next week, then back again, this time with the boys. There's room for one more trip if necessary before my niece gets there at the end of the month. I talked to my sister today and that trip is still not set up; she was relying on my mom doing it. I feel like I'm going nuts here. I'm the original 'don't treat people like invalids if they're not' girl, but this is ridiculous.
First CSA basket today. My goodness there was a lot of good stuff in there! I bought a little more from the other stands at the farmer's market. I don't want them to suffer. So lots of peas (yum), and I'll take them with me since Mom loves them. Also the radishes and beets. Lettuce and spinach and carrots and spring onions and new potatoes and strawberries. Heaven. They also provide a loaf of bread and a dozen eggs and a specialty item (strawberry butter this week). One thing I hadn't accounted for was the processing time. I couldn't find my salad spinner for drying the lettuces and spinach after washing, so I went old school and used a pillowcase. Wonder what the neighbors thought of me twirling a pillowcase full of veg on the deck? It worked though the spinach is a little delicate for the process. Some bruising, but it'll be fine for making wilted spinach with garlic.
In writing news, I'm not currently. Although since I finished two femgenficathon stories over Memorial Day there's no panic. I'm just waiting to see what tugs at me next. Sent the B5 story out to be read, but no takes on the Buckaroo one. R read it and liked it; but he's a teeny bit biased. It's feeling even more 'message in the bottle'ish posting these things, but I suppose it's become a habit.
I found something curious while re-reading The Gods of Mars (Edgar Rice Burroughs Barsoom series). I haven't read these books for 25 or 30 years but look at these passages. In the bit I wrote in Blind, Marcus has to decide if John Sheridan is still himself or Shadow-touched. In the ERB bit, Cathoris has to decide if the man he's just met is his long-lost father John Carter, who disappeared twenty years prior and was assumed to be dead.
from Blind (me):
John stopped for a moment, then said tensely, "You said it wouldn't change your report…have you already come to a decision?"
Marcus stood up to leave, and waited for John to stand too. "I decided it was you when the very first question you asked was about Delenn. I don't think the Shadows could fake that high a level of suppressed anxiety." He extended his hand, and said, "Welcome back to the land of the living. Now let's see if we can both manage to stay here a while."
from The Gods of Mars (Edgar Rice Burroughs):
"Do you know what thing it was that convinced me more than all the others?"
"What, my boy?" I asked.
"Your first words to me--they were of my mother. None else but the man who loved her as she has told me my father did would have thought first of her."
Me again: Is this a coincidence, some kind of universal trope, or my subconscious acting up (again)? Inquiring minds, as they say, want to know.