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Call. Cleaning. Raspberries. Quiet.
Jun. 29th, 2005 07:43 pmLast 'official' day of call was yesterday.
i didn't sleep; too many sick kids.
I don't care.
Continuing to work on cleaning stuff up around here. We've got the utilities mostly set up. I need to talk to Matt about a new cell phone (I'm thinking the Treo 650 is the way to go, so that I'm not carrying a Palm, a pager, AND a cell all the time) and Verizon service, since he's all in the know.
I spent a whole bunch of time shifting and moving stacks of boxes so that we can put the air mattress down in the sunroom for Bear.
I vacuumed the carpet. It rattled. I hate that sound.
I put a bunch of Robin's toys in boxes. I talked to the folks at his 'old' daycare (aka, the people I occasionally attend church with) and notified them that he was leaving that daycare and why (it has to do with a lack of supervision, and people throwing rocks at him).
Then as a reward, I took myself outside to one of the larger cultivated raspberry patches in the neighborhood and picked about a pound, pound and a half of raspberries. (It's across the alley, and the neighbors are cool with it.)
The berries were soft and warm like flesh in my hand, falling right off the branch and into my palm. Despite being extra gentle and letting every tenth berry go to ground as my personal observance of the start of summer* and my thanksgiving for the season**, my fingers were soon stained blushing pink.
All is in order here and the house is quiet. The boys have gone away; Mike is playing softball, Roo is watching, and my sister is watching Roo.
I've got a revision request on my 'They Fight Crime' story. I think, despite getting no sleep in the last 36 hours, I'm going to work on that for a while.
Because that'll be the last quiet time I have to write until ....August.
*yes, I know it's summer, and it has been for a while for non-pagans like me, but I have spent a grand total of two afternoons outside since April. And picking berries-- or flowers-- is generally the way I celebrate the summer.
**Every season gives me reasons to offer up thanks. Winter, mostly for central heating and snowplows.
i didn't sleep; too many sick kids.
I don't care.
Continuing to work on cleaning stuff up around here. We've got the utilities mostly set up. I need to talk to Matt about a new cell phone (I'm thinking the Treo 650 is the way to go, so that I'm not carrying a Palm, a pager, AND a cell all the time) and Verizon service, since he's all in the know.
I spent a whole bunch of time shifting and moving stacks of boxes so that we can put the air mattress down in the sunroom for Bear.
I vacuumed the carpet. It rattled. I hate that sound.
I put a bunch of Robin's toys in boxes. I talked to the folks at his 'old' daycare (aka, the people I occasionally attend church with) and notified them that he was leaving that daycare and why (it has to do with a lack of supervision, and people throwing rocks at him).
Then as a reward, I took myself outside to one of the larger cultivated raspberry patches in the neighborhood and picked about a pound, pound and a half of raspberries. (It's across the alley, and the neighbors are cool with it.)
The berries were soft and warm like flesh in my hand, falling right off the branch and into my palm. Despite being extra gentle and letting every tenth berry go to ground as my personal observance of the start of summer* and my thanksgiving for the season**, my fingers were soon stained blushing pink.
All is in order here and the house is quiet. The boys have gone away; Mike is playing softball, Roo is watching, and my sister is watching Roo.
I've got a revision request on my 'They Fight Crime' story. I think, despite getting no sleep in the last 36 hours, I'm going to work on that for a while.
Because that'll be the last quiet time I have to write until ....August.
*yes, I know it's summer, and it has been for a while for non-pagans like me, but I have spent a grand total of two afternoons outside since April. And picking berries-- or flowers-- is generally the way I celebrate the summer.
**Every season gives me reasons to offer up thanks. Winter, mostly for central heating and snowplows.
