Friday, February 3, 2012
Seven Quick Takes at the beginning of February
I have actually managed to not spend every waking, non-working hour playing Sims. I have played a fair bit, though, cycling through a couple of families in my Prosperity Challenge neighborhood. Someday I might even update my Prosperity Challenge blog. You never know.
I am writing a novel. Or two or three. Anyway, as of Tuesday I officially wrote something every day for the entire month of January. (This is the first time I've done such a thing without something like NaNoWriMo triggering my competitive side.)
Relatedly, sometimes writing a novel feels like waiting for one of Zeno's arrows to shoot me in the head.
(No, I am not providing a link to explain that. Either you get it and it's funny or you don't and it's not.)
(P.S. Is paradoxes a real word? I don't trust Wikipedia.)
It is ridiculous how self-congratulatory I feel about this sort of stuff. When/if I have children, it will be even worse, mark my words. I'll blog nothing but, "I kept the baby alive AND brushed my hair today! WHERE IS MY MEDAL?"
He said he wants rainbow sherbet. (It comes in 5-quart, $5 bins at Aldi just like the chocolate swirl ice cream we're fond of getting.) Then he further pointed out that he wants rainbow sherbet in general but since I haven't gotten it for him yet he's resigned to not getting it except as a special birthday treat.
So I explained.
"But I don't LIKE rainbow sherbet, so we'd have to get regular ice cream too, and then you'd want to eat some of the regular ice cream because why should you be punished for not being picky, but then I'd get mad at you for eating 'my' ice cream, and...It's just better not to buy it."
Aren't you jealous of him for getting to live with me?
The projects have been stalled the last few days, but I choose to think that it's because I was at work for a lot of the last few days, not because Sims are much more interesting than sewing.
(One of the two things is for my older sister's birthday, in late July. You may begin taking bets as to whether I will finish in time. My last sewing project took 7 months, so I'm not optimistic.)
Have I ever mentioned that I really dislike heights?
Anyway, I said when we first moved here that if we stayed here until summer I was going to put vegetables in pots on the balcony.
Now it is unseasonably warm February, and I am already saving milk jugs to use as DIY vegetable planters. Stay tuned to watch me kill things with benign neglect. (I have killed ZUCCHINI. People should pay me to come kill their overgrown plants for them.)
Just keepin' it real.