lydamorehouse: (Renji 3/4ths profile)
 This morning started out a little rough.

We had a kerfuffle in the car. It shouldn't even be classified in the "fight" or "argument" category, but, of course, with a teenager and two premenopausal women in the car, it FELT like a category 4 hurricane.

What was it about? Nothing. Everything. It was about Inky's death. It was about Mason growing up so fast and me forgetting that he can take care of himself and doesn't need me hovering over him making sure he eats his lunch. It was about every fight we ever had where feelings got hurt.

We worked it all out by the time I got back from Menards. Mason, who has been feeling like our arguments don't have resolutions, asked me to text him what I thought the resolution of this fight was, so I did. That was actually a GREAT idea. We should do this for every kerfuffle. If for no other reason than that it GIVES ME THE LAST WORD, BWAH HAHAHAHAHA!~!  But, seriously, I had forgotten my phone at home so I stopped to get it before heading out for cat food and that gave me a lot of time to not be hormonally charged and could take a reasoned look at what the STUPID actual issue was and sort it out and offer solutions.

We had a nice text change, Mason and I. Normally, I feel like talking things out is best, but the occasional tech support via text is a good idea. 

ANYWAY, what else has been happening?  Let's see. I think I reported that I finished my short story and got it off to my critique group on Thursday night. I've since been asked to consider submitting something to another place, a flash fiction contest, and I should try to do something for that if only because it's 300 words MAX. I SHOULD be able to pull that together by the middle of April.  If not, there's something seriously wrong with me.

I've been able to read novels again, so I'll have things to report tomorrow, if I remember to post.

Oh, I know what else we've been doing! Last night we, after school, we drove out to Famous Footwear and Target to get Mason new shoes and a swimsuit for his trip to Grand Forks, ND. He and his robotics team are going to North Dakota for a tournament. They weren't able to afford any practice tournaments last year, so they're looking forward to this one. Hopefully, this will give them the chance to work out any bugs before the big tournament at the U (or wherever it will be this year.) He leaves on a bus tomorrow afternoon and will be in LATE on Saturday. I'm sure it will be tremendous fun, in the way that those trips away from home always are for Mason. Dude LOVES travel, even if it's only across town to visit a museum.

Speaking of which, I got a couple of new books at Barnes & Noble the other day, both local tourism books. One is a book of walking tours of Minneapolis/St. Paul and the other is easy day trips from here. I'm SO READY for warmer weather so that I can go exploring my own town. Also, my Canadian is coming back for her big Yarn/Knitting conference in April so I'll have chance to show her around again. This time she wants to see museums.  I also really want to get to the cat cafe. I should see if that's still in operation. 

So, that's me.  I hope you all are doing well.
lydamorehouse: (mason)

...and now my heels hurt.  I've worn Converse hightops since they were popular in the mid-80s.  But, yesterday, in a fit of "oh sh*t I just ripped the entire heel off my hightops" I impulse bought a pair of Converse non-hightops.  The back of my foot is seriously torn up.  I've totally forgotten how to wear shoes that rub against my heel.  Plus, all of this may have been exaserbated by the fact that I just spent two hours raking the front lawn (again.)  

I love owning a house, but I have to say yard work can go f**k itself, especially given that the rest of my neighbors seem to think that raking involves making piles of leaves on their boulevard that then blow on to mine (where I rake AND bag them, you fraking yahoos!)  

The sad part is, I'm mad because I didn't get to work out at the gym this morning.  I had to work outside instead.  I'm sure Captain America has to rake leaves, too, but damn, I really would have rather briskly walked on the treadmill than raked leaves (and garbage!  Gah!) in the brisk (and snowing!  Gah!) wind.  

Today is picture day at Mason's school.  He's wearing his dinosaur shirt.  Mrs. R. commented that the kids are squirrelier out of their uniforms, but I tend to think that it's more that they know today is a special day and are generally excited about getting to do something different.  

We bought my new shoes at Maplewood Mall.  Normally, I don't shop at a suburb quite so far out, but Shawn had to see a neurosurgeon about her headaches (she gets insane migranes,) and the mall was close.  Mason and I dropped about a hundred dollars in books at the Barnes & Noble -- he got more of the Black Lagoon series by Mike Thayler (illustrated by Jared Lee)  including a few chapter books.  As we were leaving, he noticed Calvin & Hobbes in the clearance bin, so we picked up the Authoritative Calvin & Hobbes, hardback, for only nine dollars.  Quite the deal.  

As I told Mason at the time, I swear that the Maplewood Mall Barnes & Noble has figured into my dreams.  I have never before been in a two-story B&N, but this on has an escalator well in the center of the store, which goes down into the main section of the bookstore -- and I had the most profound sense of deja vu when I saw that.  I SWEAR I dreamed of a B&N just like that one. 

I've been having really great dreams again.  I had one the other day where I was actually mad about being woken up because I was an awesome police officer (not, by the way, my usual dream-job.  Seriously, I have a whole series of dreams where I'm on the run for a crime I've committed _or_ I'm breaking out of jail.)  I was explaining to my friend Barb the other night, that the other thing that's strange about these dreams is 1) I'm almost always a man, and 2) I have what feels like real physical memories of doing things that I have never had the skills for in this lifetime -- things like rope climbing, climbing in general, and the feeling of running very easily and swiftly.  So what do you think that means, Dr. Freud?  Past life?  Keen desire to be a buff boy?

Anyway, I'd better close down as I must go pick up little boy.

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