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azurelunatic) wrote2011-12-25 11:36 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2011-12-25 11:36 pm
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Holiday Cheer
My sleep schedule's been all "fun", but I did get to my aunt's on the 21st. We had a quiet dinner in honor of the longest night & return of the sun. She was wiped out due to lack of sleep (Deacon, the elderly lab, hasn't been sleeping well at night, and passing along the favor), and I have been ailing for something.
Last night was a![[site community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/comm_staff.png)
dw_news entry, which was all sorts of lovely. The comments are full of delight and happiness. Unfortunately, my internet was blipping in and out intermittently all day. amberfox called, which was fun.
This morning, the Yuletide fics were revealed. I got a lovely, lovely fic -- Divergence to Infinity (Anna to the Infinite Power), which was everything I hoped for from that fandom: shiveringly creepy but with a note of hope.
Even better, my recipient was full of glee!
There was MythBusters from about the time I woke up, continuing throughout the day. Hooray!
In the afternoon, my aunt texted and wanted to know if I wanted to come for a walk. I did. She and the poodle and I had a walk around Fort Funston during which I did not need to sit down even once.
IRC has been quiet but lovely. I subscribed to comments on the news entry, because there was just so much various happiness there.
For Solstice, Aunt-Fayoumis gave me a Tarot deck and book (The Enchanted Tarot), my parents gave me a journal, and Guide Dog Aunt handed down a rice cooker (mine is going on 15 and one of the handles is cracked, and the basket is starting to look dubious. For Christmas, my parents gave me long underwear (useful! comfortable!) and the internet gave me the aforementioned fic. I have a package from my parents waiting for the Western New Year.
I'm feeling better than yesterday, but I'm sniffling and coughing intermittently.
I called my sister. She was there today, and is doing well; she's also got a cold. She's been busking. She and I have gained sister-rapport without the rivalry now that we're no longer living together. Worm burgers may be the meat of the future. (Anyone Seattle-area need an awesome smart person, multitalented? Violin teacher! Hard worker! Likes working in the organic food industry!) The only problem with our long conversation is that my voice is now a croak.
I called my best friend. He was watching movies with his mom; we chatted for a bit. I left messages for Dawn and MissKat (I called too late to catch her, I think).
There are other fun shenanigans scheduled for later on. Whee!
Also holiday-related, but on a far sadder and more hair-tearing note: an apparent murder-suicide in a quiet neighborhood, and a protective father's reaction is to be scared to let his son play outdoors. And. Uh. When violence breaks out in a way that looks pretty much like it was someone in the household snapping and killing everyone else before turning their weapon on themselves, it's only natural to worry about something like that happening closer to home. However. That is not random stranger violence, so restricting your child from outdoor play does not seem entirely justified. What does seem appropriate would be to look very carefully at one's own family and the families that you and yours spend time with, to keep an eye out for the sorts of deep-held tensions, anger issues, bullying, and similar things that often come along with people snapping. That said, not my family and not my kid, so not my place to tell him what to do; not my brain, so not my place to say how he should react -- but that reaction still does not make logical sense to me when examined for root concern and probable effectiveness in addressing root concern.
Last night was a
dw_news entry, which was all sorts of lovely. The comments are full of delight and happiness. Unfortunately, my internet was blipping in and out intermittently all day. amberfox called, which was fun. This morning, the Yuletide fics were revealed. I got a lovely, lovely fic -- Divergence to Infinity (Anna to the Infinite Power), which was everything I hoped for from that fandom: shiveringly creepy but with a note of hope.
Even better, my recipient was full of glee!
There was MythBusters from about the time I woke up, continuing throughout the day. Hooray!
In the afternoon, my aunt texted and wanted to know if I wanted to come for a walk. I did. She and the poodle and I had a walk around Fort Funston during which I did not need to sit down even once.
IRC has been quiet but lovely. I subscribed to comments on the news entry, because there was just so much various happiness there.
For Solstice, Aunt-Fayoumis gave me a Tarot deck and book (The Enchanted Tarot), my parents gave me a journal, and Guide Dog Aunt handed down a rice cooker (mine is going on 15 and one of the handles is cracked, and the basket is starting to look dubious. For Christmas, my parents gave me long underwear (useful! comfortable!) and the internet gave me the aforementioned fic. I have a package from my parents waiting for the Western New Year.
I'm feeling better than yesterday, but I'm sniffling and coughing intermittently.
I called my sister. She was there today, and is doing well; she's also got a cold. She's been busking. She and I have gained sister-rapport without the rivalry now that we're no longer living together. Worm burgers may be the meat of the future. (Anyone Seattle-area need an awesome smart person, multitalented? Violin teacher! Hard worker! Likes working in the organic food industry!) The only problem with our long conversation is that my voice is now a croak.
I called my best friend. He was watching movies with his mom; we chatted for a bit. I left messages for Dawn and MissKat (I called too late to catch her, I think).
There are other fun shenanigans scheduled for later on. Whee!
Also holiday-related, but on a far sadder and more hair-tearing note: an apparent murder-suicide in a quiet neighborhood, and a protective father's reaction is to be scared to let his son play outdoors. And. Uh. When violence breaks out in a way that looks pretty much like it was someone in the household snapping and killing everyone else before turning their weapon on themselves, it's only natural to worry about something like that happening closer to home. However. That is not random stranger violence, so restricting your child from outdoor play does not seem entirely justified. What does seem appropriate would be to look very carefully at one's own family and the families that you and yours spend time with, to keep an eye out for the sorts of deep-held tensions, anger issues, bullying, and similar things that often come along with people snapping. That said, not my family and not my kid, so not my place to tell him what to do; not my brain, so not my place to say how he should react -- but that reaction still does not make logical sense to me when examined for root concern and probable effectiveness in addressing root concern.
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I know I've been quiet, updatey things later.
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Now Ash is in rehab and people (specifically, my aunt Liz, who is also a former drunk and once tried to shoot Jim and did shoot up one of the fish tanks, I shit you not) are giving me a load of crap because I don't want her freaking amends.
We went to my grandparents' place yesterday like we usually do but when Dad and Bobbi said that they were having Aunt Liz on Christmas Eve we told them we were going to stay home with our daughter.