- As some of you know, I regularly treat Halloween as a competition with Ghosts of Kristy Past (Ghost of Kristys Past? Ghost of Kristies Past? I see a 'y' at the end and desperately want to turn it into a plural 'ies,' but as I've explained to countless people over the years THAT'S NOT HOW YOU SPELL MY NAME. What is the proper plural of the Dickensian term?) to see who can spend the absolute least amount of money on costumes for our children. With three costumes completed, I can happily report that I am winning. Detailed, self-indulgent report to come.
- With the knowledge that glasses will soon be gracing the face of our daughter, I did what I do and turned to books and a beloved librarian for help. You see, I had all manner of picture books featuring bespectacled protagonists ready for her when she was younger, the Arthur series and such, because I had no doubt that our children would need glasses, given the appalling eyesight Derek and I are in possession of. But then they got older and older and had one astonishing report of 20/20 vision after another, and I grew a little lax in keeping a mental catalogue of "glasses in books for our poor, nearly-blind children." Now Adelaide is, ahem, less than pleased about the idea of wearing glasses, and I have no books ready for her! (The horror.) Enter beloved librarian: "CathyIneedyourhelpAdelaideandglassesandwretchednessandNOBOOKSPREPAREDandanguish!" She, in turn, calmly reached out to ALL THE LIBRARIANS IN THE STATE and is even now compiling a list of books for me, because she is magical.
- Note: This is aaaallll aside from Harry Potter. Of course I thought of Harry Potter with his glasses, but Adelaide has read all of those, so I need books in addition to HP. Preferably a female character, who is not stupid, or insipid, or annoying, or too age-inappropriate. Honestly, I don't try to be difficult to please, it just... happens.
- You would think that, after one particularly memorable night of watching rerun after rerun of Unsolved Mysteries years ago, I would have learned that there are just some shows that you don't watch alone when the darkness outside your windows is concealing God only knows what. Last night, however, I decided that since I had some sewing to do and the kids were in bed and Derek wasn't home, it would be a positively splendid idea to watch an episode or three of The Twilight Zone. I mean, I LOVE that show! What could go wrong?
|Sometimes I am a slow learner.|
Many things, friends. Many things could go wrong. Granted, most of the wrong things were happening within the confines of my own brain, but as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore said, "Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?"