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started out okay
Mar. 1st, 2010 12:27 pmAhh, no longer as cranky. Now am sneezy though, but I suspect this is due to allergies which I am slowly coming to believe I now have. Frick. I'm still in semi denial though, so leave me be.
Yesterday wasn't as awful as I might have presented it. I just don't function well on two and a half hours of sleep. And why did I only have two and a half hours of sleep? Because when I came home, munchkin was awake. So the usual webstops I normally do in under an hour took much, much longer. My annoyance level was flaring and it flared again this morning when I realized the auction I'd been waiting four days on ended. Yesterday. But due to annoyance interference, I forgot. GRRR.
Oh well. I didn't need sixteen books for three dollars anyway. :( (If you believe that kick yourself in your shins.)
Back to yesterday. After finally escaping to my room for a nap, I realized I couldn't sleep because my room is too freakin' cold and people have stolen all my blankets. Eventually I fell asleep, but all too quickly I was woken up because my mother needed me. By needed, I mean she was handing over munchkin so that he and I could walk around the neighborhood and see the inland waterway from various places. He's got a project on marshes and it was chosen for exactly this reason.
So, I ask Mum what we need to pick up while on our walk. She tells me. I promptly forget. I ask again. She tells me. I sort of remember. "Stuff. Got it. Let's go, munchkin!" We walk. We invade other people's lawns, which I only feel a little bad about since I've seen other kids do the same and we tried to keep as close to the actual waterway as possible while I reminded him that snakes and stuff is not cool, so look out.
And I missed the house where I grew up something fierce right then. Tadpoles and minnows and things? Munchkin was all excited and I remember my feet dangling off the dock being nibbled by similar critters when I was growing up. Still, we had much to see and this area wasn't as helpful as I originally thought it would be. Wandered to the area I thought was closer to the reeds. It wasn't and little one reminded I'd forgotten the clippers. Bother. Still, it was a much better view of the marsh when there's not as much water. Plus, it smelled and he finally got why I mentioned the smelliness of marshes. MUHAHAHA. I am vindicated!
I should mention the day was gorgeous. Not too hot although the sun was a bit blinding, and a breeze that didn't freeze you to death but did keep you from wanting to run back inside whenever the sun did get a little warm. Anyway, we wandered back to the first area for me to wait while he ran back to get the clippers. Ran being the operative word. Being a good aunt, I did tell him to be careful and absolutely no running once the clippers had been picked up. I waited. And waited. And tried not to look too weird, but then forgot all about weirdness because one of the swans was out for an early afternoon swim and was heading towards me. Swans, very pretty. Very scary. Very big. Still, it didn't seem to want to kick my ass for staring, so when Widget appeared again, I shushed him and he admired it, too.
Then we headed off towards spot #3. I got ditched four houses down the road when we ran into the kid Thomas adores hanging out with but never gets to because his mother is always overbooking him/avoiding Widget. It's a bit awkward since I gather the kid and Thomas actually seem to get along. I'd never met him before though, just heard of him. So, using the guilt that only Widge can, he asked if he could stay and play. I considered. On the one hand, this was his project. I wasn't walking around the neighborhood for my health, man. On the other hand, I knew/know full well how much it sucks to not be able to hang out with your friends. SO, since the other kid's mom wasn't around to say no, I said he could play until I came back from checking out the marsh. Shrieks of glee were shouted and away they went.
Not really. I think my agreement was already decided before they'd finished sort of asking. Whatever. My walk, it was nice. Until I got rocks in my shoes and the area I'd spent the last half an hour walking towards (took the long way for obvious reasons) was guarded by a dog that was filled with barks. I decided that since I wasn't entirely sure I could get a reed or twelve and that the marsh was boring me at this point, I'd just walk slowly back. As I did, I tried not to flashback too much to going walking in the marsh with Kate. Pluff mud is a very distinctive smell and occasionally it takes me back. I forget what sort of critter we were looking for (crab of some sort maybe?) while in the marsh, but I do remember we made it about halfway to the bridge once. Must have been a dry season because usually you'd start to sink before then. Nothing like losing your shoe in the mud and having to try and keep from losing your sock as you rescued your shoe before you both sank. Fun, fun stuff. Plus, for whatever reason there were (are?) lockers in the mud behind Porter Gaud.
Found Thomas. He seemed less... thrilled than I thought he'd be. I wondered if maybe I'd walked a little too fast. Nah. Seems he broke someone's toy by accident and the kid was being less than happy about it. But other kid (the friendly one) was being very nice. Let them hang around a little longer while they looked for a missing toy. They found it, they said goodbye, and we continued our walk back to spot #1.
When I made it home I realized my sock had slid down and now had start of blister on bottom of foot. Unhappy.
Spent the next hour or so sticking pine needles in playdoh to simulate marsh-ness. Pine needles hurt.
Bother. I so wanted the grocery shopping to be done by now, but heaven freakin' forbid anyone in this house wake up before the crack of noon. *grumbles* And then, when they do, they buy food from one of the places I don't like and this little exchange happens:
"I know you probably don't have any money since you gave yours to Widget for the bookfair, but do you and if so, do you want something?"
Yeah. I'd love something to eat since my breakfast was at 6:30 this morning but a) I don't know where the food is appearing and thus cannot order, b) my surly waitress is the boy who is bitching enough as it is, and c) I have no money because I gave my money to the kidlet.
So while they eat, I plot their doom. DOOM.
DOOM.
*crawls under desk and tells the world to go fuck itself*
Yesterday wasn't as awful as I might have presented it. I just don't function well on two and a half hours of sleep. And why did I only have two and a half hours of sleep? Because when I came home, munchkin was awake. So the usual webstops I normally do in under an hour took much, much longer. My annoyance level was flaring and it flared again this morning when I realized the auction I'd been waiting four days on ended. Yesterday. But due to annoyance interference, I forgot. GRRR.
Oh well. I didn't need sixteen books for three dollars anyway. :( (If you believe that kick yourself in your shins.)
Back to yesterday. After finally escaping to my room for a nap, I realized I couldn't sleep because my room is too freakin' cold and people have stolen all my blankets. Eventually I fell asleep, but all too quickly I was woken up because my mother needed me. By needed, I mean she was handing over munchkin so that he and I could walk around the neighborhood and see the inland waterway from various places. He's got a project on marshes and it was chosen for exactly this reason.
So, I ask Mum what we need to pick up while on our walk. She tells me. I promptly forget. I ask again. She tells me. I sort of remember. "Stuff. Got it. Let's go, munchkin!" We walk. We invade other people's lawns, which I only feel a little bad about since I've seen other kids do the same and we tried to keep as close to the actual waterway as possible while I reminded him that snakes and stuff is not cool, so look out.
And I missed the house where I grew up something fierce right then. Tadpoles and minnows and things? Munchkin was all excited and I remember my feet dangling off the dock being nibbled by similar critters when I was growing up. Still, we had much to see and this area wasn't as helpful as I originally thought it would be. Wandered to the area I thought was closer to the reeds. It wasn't and little one reminded I'd forgotten the clippers. Bother. Still, it was a much better view of the marsh when there's not as much water. Plus, it smelled and he finally got why I mentioned the smelliness of marshes. MUHAHAHA. I am vindicated!
I should mention the day was gorgeous. Not too hot although the sun was a bit blinding, and a breeze that didn't freeze you to death but did keep you from wanting to run back inside whenever the sun did get a little warm. Anyway, we wandered back to the first area for me to wait while he ran back to get the clippers. Ran being the operative word. Being a good aunt, I did tell him to be careful and absolutely no running once the clippers had been picked up. I waited. And waited. And tried not to look too weird, but then forgot all about weirdness because one of the swans was out for an early afternoon swim and was heading towards me. Swans, very pretty. Very scary. Very big. Still, it didn't seem to want to kick my ass for staring, so when Widget appeared again, I shushed him and he admired it, too.
Then we headed off towards spot #3. I got ditched four houses down the road when we ran into the kid Thomas adores hanging out with but never gets to because his mother is always overbooking him/avoiding Widget. It's a bit awkward since I gather the kid and Thomas actually seem to get along. I'd never met him before though, just heard of him. So, using the guilt that only Widge can, he asked if he could stay and play. I considered. On the one hand, this was his project. I wasn't walking around the neighborhood for my health, man. On the other hand, I knew/know full well how much it sucks to not be able to hang out with your friends. SO, since the other kid's mom wasn't around to say no, I said he could play until I came back from checking out the marsh. Shrieks of glee were shouted and away they went.
Not really. I think my agreement was already decided before they'd finished sort of asking. Whatever. My walk, it was nice. Until I got rocks in my shoes and the area I'd spent the last half an hour walking towards (took the long way for obvious reasons) was guarded by a dog that was filled with barks. I decided that since I wasn't entirely sure I could get a reed or twelve and that the marsh was boring me at this point, I'd just walk slowly back. As I did, I tried not to flashback too much to going walking in the marsh with Kate. Pluff mud is a very distinctive smell and occasionally it takes me back. I forget what sort of critter we were looking for (crab of some sort maybe?) while in the marsh, but I do remember we made it about halfway to the bridge once. Must have been a dry season because usually you'd start to sink before then. Nothing like losing your shoe in the mud and having to try and keep from losing your sock as you rescued your shoe before you both sank. Fun, fun stuff. Plus, for whatever reason there were (are?) lockers in the mud behind Porter Gaud.
Found Thomas. He seemed less... thrilled than I thought he'd be. I wondered if maybe I'd walked a little too fast. Nah. Seems he broke someone's toy by accident and the kid was being less than happy about it. But other kid (the friendly one) was being very nice. Let them hang around a little longer while they looked for a missing toy. They found it, they said goodbye, and we continued our walk back to spot #1.
When I made it home I realized my sock had slid down and now had start of blister on bottom of foot. Unhappy.
Spent the next hour or so sticking pine needles in playdoh to simulate marsh-ness. Pine needles hurt.
Bother. I so wanted the grocery shopping to be done by now, but heaven freakin' forbid anyone in this house wake up before the crack of noon. *grumbles* And then, when they do, they buy food from one of the places I don't like and this little exchange happens:
"I know you probably don't have any money since you gave yours to Widget for the bookfair, but do you and if so, do you want something?"
Yeah. I'd love something to eat since my breakfast was at 6:30 this morning but a) I don't know where the food is appearing and thus cannot order, b) my surly waitress is the boy who is bitching enough as it is, and c) I have no money because I gave my money to the kidlet.
So while they eat, I plot their doom. DOOM.
DOOM.
*crawls under desk and tells the world to go fuck itself*
