- As usual, I relied on google maps to provide pre-trip directions to the church where my grandma's funeral was held, which was lovely, by the way. Now, even before I typed it in, I was prepared for the fact that google may not be aware of the tiny church in the tiny town that was our destination, but what I did not expect was that google would not only refuse to tell me just how the heck I was supposed to get to Moran Baptist Church, it would continue to insist that Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka was where I wanted to go. Gosh, google, thanks so much, but no, I do NOT want to go to Westboro Baptist Church. I mean, not only do I have zero picketing signs prepared, I seem to have misplaced my utterly incomprehensible hatred in the name of Jesus.
- I did a local news interview today because we have a son named Atticus. Derek is wonderful on camera: Self-possessed, well-spoken, natural. I am weird. My voice gets even more nasal than usual, I stare off pensively into the distance, unable to make eye contact as if my home is somewhere on the autism spectrum, and vocabulary normally available for use by my brain takes flight. Strangely, I'm not nervous or anxious in front of a camera, but those on the other end- you know, the professionals- probably wince enough to give themselves premature crow's feet. If I'm capable of watching the segment at all, it will be the way my sister Steph used to watch anything remotely scary: thumbs plugging her ears, fingers covering her eyes.
- Ask and ye shall receive:
If the remotest piece of you enjoys the Fantasy genre, this is for you. A strong heroine overcoming adversity, an evil queen, magic necklaces: It's like a Disney princess story for grown-up girls with functioning brains. Thank you, The Queen of the Tearling and Alif the Unseen for breaking the mediocre book enchantment under which I was captive.