I am LOVING the weather here! I mean yes, the sky is low and gray and I can see from the trees that it’s windy, and every once in awhile it rains a LOT in like two seconds – SPLAT – and then it’s over, and I realize that this is not what people generally think of when you say the words “nice weather.” But it’s WARM. In Bavaria when it looks like that outside, you know it’s cold – that icky damp misery around 41° (5° Celsius, for you foreign types) where a scarf and mittens are kind of overkill but without them the cold creeps into sleeves and collars. And I really really hate being cold. Today, even with the wind and occasional rain (SPLAT!) it isn’t cold and that just makes me so happy!
Song du jour of the day: Innocent When You Dream, by Tom Waits.
I published a pattern on Ravelry! For sale! And two people bought it, I’m so pleased.
Aaaaaaand, remember DrBob pitched books to publishers in January, well, one of them was accepted, which brings him up to five published mongraphs. He’s also pretty pleased.
In other news, um, there is no other news. We’re just waiting for Spring to happen.
Song du jour of the day: ‘S Wonderful, by the Gershwins, here sung by Ella Fitzgerald and Sammy Davis Jr.
Still sick, but without the sore throat, so I’m much less unhappy about it. When I get sick I totally rock the Dying Swan thing. I take to my bed like a heroine in a Victorian romance novel, swooning and slurping down gallons of herbal tea and chicken broth, taking long hot baths and saying things like “oh what will become of my poor children once I’m gone?”
It’s great fun. Continue reading
LOVED Act II of Dr. Horrible, so did Ignatz. The Sniglet, well, I think maybe seven is a tad too young for “the hammer is my penis.” But this is awesome! The whole internet-musical about a low-rent villain protagonist and hero antagonist is awe! some! Drink!*
*You should drink whenever I say “awesome.” I ripped this off from Will Write For Wine. I think it is an excellent idea, not because I want to say awesome less, but because I think you should drink more. You’re welcome!
News: DrBob is safe home from Poland. He had a good time. Yay. Also, even though he is about to be the administrative head of a Spanish Department in a highly-regarded and high-ranking university, other academics still frequently mistake him for a student, even when his tattoos aren’t showing. I think this is hilarious.
Song du jour of the day: Neil and Felicia’s duet at the beginning of Act II. Total song virus, and a fantastic look at two very different aspects of being in love.
Yes, they are both my sons. They are both insane, but in different ways. Ignatz is alala-crazy. The Sniglet is DrBob-crazy. But they both like yogurt!
So the Sniglet helped himself to some raspberry yogurt, but, preoccupied with homework that was inexplicably failing to do itself, he forgot to screw the lid on the yogurt jar. He just set the lid on the jar and went back to screaming at his homework. You see where this is going? Continue reading
DrBob’s coming home tonight! Very late, but even so.
So it’s been three weeks on my own, and it’s only in the third week that I really found my feet. The first two weeks were a kind of free-fall, where hardly anything got done even though I felt busy all the time. This last week, I managed, somehow: got food on the table and the kids to where they needed to be, showed up for soccer games, kept up with the laundry and only missed one appointment. I did extra stuff too, washed all the windows in the house, caught up on the ironing, switched over to fall blankets and clothes. Kids did chores. House got more or less clean. Cat survived. This is good.
I just have to remember not to reset when DrBob is here, because if it takes me 3 weeks to get my act together, and he’ll only be gone for two-week stretches for the rest of the year, well, that would be bad.
Also, I should qualify this a bit, lest anyone reads this as “I can get along fine without that pesky husband”: the paperwork is still his job, and there are credit card bills and letters from the health insurance people and various government offices waiting for him – there are a lot of very necessary things that I still don’t know how to do (I’ll be learning to do quite a few of them this weekend), so it’s not like I can function 100% DrBob-less indefinitely (yet. heh.). But even my half, the shopping and cooking and cleaning and child-wrangling and planning and scheduling, the half I always found so overwhelming… I managed.
But also, DrBob is coming home tonight. Double yay!
Song du jour of the day: Since You’re Gone, by the Cars.
Last night I built a fire in the tile oven for the first time this fall. This made me happy. Fall is a gloomy affair so far, gray and wet and the leaves aren’t doing anything very exciting yet, but at least I can build fires! I love building fires (in a safe place, with wood, to warm a home – not in a scary pyromaniac freak kind of way) and I love that particular kind of warmth. And the crackly sound. And the fact that, if you stuff the oven before you go to bed, the house is still warm in the morning, yay. Next up: knitting sweaters and making soup!
Okay, I don’t care that the weather sucks. I’m happy fall is here.
Song du jour of the day: Sit Down By the Fire, by the Pogues.