I keep trying to make a more current post. Honest. But I also keep finding myself swarmed and swamped with various must-do things. I think a lot of them are done, at the moment. I probably shouldn’t go looking. I’ll stay here, ensconced in the closet until the monsters, I mean responsibilities, drag me kicking and screaming from my shelter.
Note- This was started yesterday, Sunday the 14th. I am just now getting back to it, and frankly should be doing dishes/laundry/dinner/mediating FB shit between friends. I swear to some sort of divine thing I’m in my thirties. I swear.
Saturday we had the Gibsonville Parade! It’s pretty fun, kind of. Sort of. Okay, it’s gotten downright horrid in the past seven or eight years since they threw wide the gates of what is allowed in. In a nutshell, it’s this- Pay the entry fee ($25, I think) and fill out the form. That’s it. It’s a good way for the town to generate a bit of funding given that every old fart and his brother enter their old fart car. Don’t get me wrong, they are nice cars. And they are well kept. Truly some classic American machinery and all of that. But considering that these guys have managed to become at least half (if not a bit more) of the parade, I think it should be obvious something is wrong.
Still, Maddie actualyl enjoyed being in it, and she especially enjoyed being able to see most of it since we were in the first third of it. Candy flew like things that flew fast and were numerous. I predict a cavity and diabetes epidemic to completely cripple my hometown before Jaunary is over.
Sunday (yesterday, when I originally started this) was Girl Scout meetings. Cin took Maddie to her party, and I took the Beast to hers. We went caroling at an assisted living facility nearby and then the girls had their bit of a holiday party. It was good, Sophie definitely made a friend. Sophie easily makes friends though.
Apparently at Maddie’s party there was much snacking. Very much much. She complained of not feeling well just before bed, and after a bit of questioning revealed that she specifically felt like she was going to throw up. I situated her with a clean trash bin and told her to come get me if she woke up at some time in the middle of the night with the barfs. Fortunately, it never came to that.
In other news, I’ve gotten back to trying to write a bit. I got a couple of story ideas bopping around, and I looked into adding a bit to some songs I’m trying to write as well. Neither of those are related to the kids, and I’m rather pleased with that. I’m looking forward to getting my Xmas present from the missus, which is a guitar of my own. It’s a cheap one, but with three children and no real skill to speak of, that’s fine. I figure once I actually learn how to play some songs (and once the kids are some willfully and deliberately destructive) I can get a “better” one. And then anybody who wants to huff or sniff at my use of it can do the internet thing of GTFO. Politely, considering one of them is my mom and the other is my father-in-law. So GTFO with much politeness. Please. Thank you.