Would you believe I drafted a huge long post about the whole Jian Ghomeshi mess, and in the 24 hours I had it in ‘drafts’ for later revision it went wildly out of date? The story is changing so rapidly now that it’s almost impossible to respond coherently beyond “this dude belongs in jail.”
Yeah. I think we can agree that the scariest thing we’ve heard about this week is Big Ears Teddy.
Harry is learning to play the recorder in school. So far he’s learned Hot Cross Buns (sort of), gotten the cleaning cloth stuck in it once and the cleaning rod stuck twice, and prompted George to ask if Santa will bring him a recorder, too.
I’m hoping Santa brings me some earplugs.
We can definitely say without a doubt that Ron is still very nervous about Halloween. This year for the first time it made him feel bad that he couldn’t go to the Halloween dance at school. He was so disappointed, and a little teary, but he just cannot deal with scary masks. When I got to the school with Harry and George, two of Ron’s “buds” as he calls them ran up to me (a Harry Potter and an Elsa!) and asked if he’d come.
Potter: Oh, Ron couldn’t make himself come, huh?
Me: Well, he just really doesn’t like scary masks and stuff, you know?
Elsa: We know. He’s kind of embarrassed about it but he shouldn’t be! It’s OK!
And then my heart grew three sizes because honestly, what good kids.
And after all that worry, Ron had a blast trick or treating. He keeps saying it was “the most awesome trick or treating experience ever, IN MY LIFE!” and then stuffing more candy into his face. It’s pretty endearing.
Not so endearing is that the goddamn well pump is on the fritz… again. See, it’s a jet pump and what happens is that particles drop off the insides of the well liner and get stuck in the pump. Or something. And apparently there is no easy fix, even though I suggested several to the plumber, including “can’t you put a screen or something over the end of the jet” and “if I just let the pump run without stopping for enough hours won’t it clear the blockage”.
(Plumbers love me. Also mechanics. Ask me about my patented “that noise sounds bad, I’d better turn up the radio to drown it out” manoeuvre. My delaying tactics always end up causing me stress and costing me money. You’d think I’d learn.)
Anyway, I’m spending the weekend running back and forth to the power switch for the pump, turning it on and off as needed, and wincing in advance for what it’s going to cost this coming week to get two guys out here to pull the pump, repair the damage, and drop it back down again. Not to mention at least a morning with the dayhome and no water.
We finally unbent and subscribed to Netflix. It is safe to say that we should have done this a long, long time ago. Right now we’re binge-watching Breaking Bad – or Michael is trying to, anyway. I call a halt every night after two episodes because I just cannot handle feeling that shitty about life for too long. We’re into season 4 and these are my thoughts, for anyone who wants to play along without spoilers:
- Team Jesse. Yes, even when he’s going to rehab for all the wrong reasons. I pink-puffy-heart him and want him to survive.
- WHY are so many people such fans of Walter White?? I don’t mean Bryan Cranston, he does an absolutely stellar job in the role, but the character. HE IS NOT THE HERO, PEOPLE. He is a bad bad man who deserves to have bad things happen to him.
- Marie and Skyler are about the most annoying women ever. In fact there isn’t a sympathetic female character on the show and that’s disappointing, really. It’s kind of a sausage party.
- I should have paid closer attention in chemistry class.
- Don’t you wish you could try hard drugs, just once, and be guaranteed no consequences, no addiction problems, nothing, just so you’d actually be able to experience that kind of high for yourself? Or is that just me? Related: Trainspotting, but at the beginning when it was all fun and sexy accents, not at the end with the dead babies and the toxoplasmosis and stuff.
I’m also watching all of Star Trek: The Next Generation from the beginning and forcing the kids to watch it with me because otherwise they will spend all of their allotted screen time gaping at seventeen different version so Pokemon, and no. Just no.
This is the first year in a long time that I haven’t made the decision to try blogging every day in November. I may make the attempt, because I feel like this space is dying a long, protracted death and NaBloPoMo may be the CPR it needs. So, if you suddenly see an uptick in posts, that’s why.
I had big plans last spring to try NaNoWriMo, and I even started to write something just to get me going, but I know I do not have the mental energy for that this year. I’m a little sad about that, but that’s just where I am right now. Two of the four little kids don’t nap anymore (I KNOOOOOW, it is to weep) and so in order to get an hour of solitude to write I’d need to get up at 4AM.
Since sleep is already in short supply around here, it wouldn’t be fair to my family to put them through a month of me deliberately depriving myself of rest. If I do have a book in me somewhere, it’ll need to wait patiently for a little longer.
Anyone tackling either of the November writing challenges?