Is that when your kids make mistakes, you feel as if you made them!
The Boy missed a workshift today because he didn't pay attention to what he was supposed to be doing. So he has no one to blame but himself, and I trust that he knows he made a big mistake, so I'm am fighting the urge to make sure he knows he made a mistake. He KNOWS he did, I don't need to remind him.
Also, it's not really something I can control, can I?
26.8.11
22.8.11
Too busy to breathe
Hi Blog! Long time no see!
The Project Manager and I are about to move back into Isambard on Thursday, and that will be wonderful. I mean, condo living is ok, but to have a porch, and a basement, and large well-lit rooms... I can't wait.
The Project Manager has been very anxious about the move (as it's her condo that she is leaving) but she is MUCH happier today because... the cleaner has been in and has cleaned, literally, every crevice. For a house that has been vacant for 14 months, she looks pretty good. All is smiley emoticons.
Work is incredibly busy, but I get enough small stuff done that no one notices the big stuff I'm missing. I hope once I'm not spending each moment driving and moving and building, that I will get more done and be more focused.
I've always had a very strong tie to the Place That I Live, and it's neat to see how my brain seems to work better while I'm there. I think that means I'm dumbing as I age.
The Project Manager and I are about to move back into Isambard on Thursday, and that will be wonderful. I mean, condo living is ok, but to have a porch, and a basement, and large well-lit rooms... I can't wait.
The Project Manager has been very anxious about the move (as it's her condo that she is leaving) but she is MUCH happier today because... the cleaner has been in and has cleaned, literally, every crevice. For a house that has been vacant for 14 months, she looks pretty good. All is smiley emoticons.
Work is incredibly busy, but I get enough small stuff done that no one notices the big stuff I'm missing. I hope once I'm not spending each moment driving and moving and building, that I will get more done and be more focused.
I've always had a very strong tie to the Place That I Live, and it's neat to see how my brain seems to work better while I'm there. I think that means I'm dumbing as I age.
9.6.11
Mmm, pretty colours.
I have spent some $ and time over the last two years on my emotional development, etc., and one of the neat parts of this is the comfort and meta-emotion that my emotions cause me.
As an example, I have had a hell of a go-round with Someone, and I was able, at the end of it, to feel and enjoy the goosebumps and endorphin rush that that engendered, and remain somewhat normal while FEELING the anger, as opposed to fleeing away from it.
I think, with a thermal camera, one could have seen the heat coming off me. Heck, it felt like my beard was standing up.
It made the world look all overexposed and white; like there was a huge white LED casting its light everywhere, possibly emanating from inside me.
Plus it helped that the Project Manager was very helpful and said all the right things afterwards. Whether she believed what she said is immaterial; she said to me the things I needed to hear at the time. This is very supportive.
I had a deep thought...
... but I've forgotten what it was.
So here's what's going on! The house is coming together slowly, but steadily. There may be paint up on the walls in the master bedroom by the end of the week, and that is VERY exciting!
The Project Manager has decided on white tin tiles for the ceiling, which should be quite good fun to try and install, but it's going to look great, I think.
Once the paint is up, the mopping and cleaning can happen, then the furniture can move into the bedroom (and even be set up!) and then the big work on the stairs can begin.
The Project Manager turns out to be a fine fine drywaller, actually.
Ooh! and we made savoury waffles. They're extraordinary!
So here's what's going on! The house is coming together slowly, but steadily. There may be paint up on the walls in the master bedroom by the end of the week, and that is VERY exciting!
The Project Manager has decided on white tin tiles for the ceiling, which should be quite good fun to try and install, but it's going to look great, I think.
Once the paint is up, the mopping and cleaning can happen, then the furniture can move into the bedroom (and even be set up!) and then the big work on the stairs can begin.
The Project Manager turns out to be a fine fine drywaller, actually.
Ooh! and we made savoury waffles. They're extraordinary!
29.5.11
In which we have an adventure.
(Also, SWDNYHABN is now known as The Project Manager)
Yesterday evening The Project Manager and I were walking home from the in-laws and I espy a young man, who shall be referred to as 'Sammy', and he is having a good shout! I think, initially, he is having a good shout at a building, and I'm just getting to mention this hilarity to The Project Manager when I notice his chum, who shall be referred to as 'Louie', emerging from an obscured doorway, having just had himself a pee.
Sammy is on the back veranda of the L--- Mansions, an abandoned heritage building down the block, and Louie is the alley, walking roughly parallel to us towards the veranda. As we catch up to him, he climbs on to the veranda to chat with Sammy, and we notice there is a third character.
A third man, referred to as Willy, is lying down, roughly in the fetal position, between them on the veranda, and I get the feeling that something is not right. I start to slow down to observe this. Now, I have been known from time to time to get involved in things that I should have avoided, and The Project Manager is aware of this, and she does let me know that she's not entirely in favour of me getting involved in this. Anxiety increasing, I think of, and ask, the safest question to ask, which seems to be "Do you need any help?"
Without hesitation, Sammy and Louie announce that in fact Willy does need help, that Willy has thrown up. (In case you're worried, they make no move towards us at all) The Project Manager, eagle-eyed, notices that Willy is in fact bleeding from his nose and somewhere under his hair. I had been wondering whether to call the police in an emergency capacity or in a nuisance-busting one, and this info helps. I decide to escalate this thing to 911.
As I am making sure that 911 knows the whole situation, including the fact that Louie and Sammy are completely hosed, The Project Manager is convincing them that we don't need their help, and if they feel like leaving and not being there when curious people in uniform get there, that'll be just fine thank you, and they leave.
The wee-OOO-wee-OOO-wee-OOO in the distance announce that the uniforms will be here shortly, and 911 signs off with me. In the intervening lull, when it is just The Project Manager, myself, and unconscious Willy, we get a chance to look him over a bit. In fact, he is bleeding heavily, and has bled a great congealous glob of blood onto the concrete of the veranda, and though he is breathing he is not making a great show of it.
First on the scene is the Prairie Metropolis Fire Department, and they are not entirely in the mood to deal with dear passed-out Willy. As one of them guides in the ambulance to where we are, two others leap up onto veranda and banter wittily between each other about what is happening. "Someone is having a nap", one says. "Ha ha ha", says another. This is the kind of wit that keeps you sane in an inner city fire department.
Step one for them is to check if he is just sleeping, which they do by turning his head and looking at him. This is also the first time they get a good look at his face. In a moment, everything changes. All humour disappears, and there is quite a lot of bustling with lights, spinal collars, backboards, and serious faces. Everyone seems very nervous.
There are three paramedics and five firefighters working away on Willy, and they get him strapped and bundled and into the ambulance in about 90 seconds. and they are off and away.
And the Fire Captain, who has been watching this from behind an excellent authoritative mustache, says to The Project Manager and I "if you had not called us, well, you probably saved his life."
So far, judging by the silence on the news, it seems to have been true!
Yesterday evening The Project Manager and I were walking home from the in-laws and I espy a young man, who shall be referred to as 'Sammy', and he is having a good shout! I think, initially, he is having a good shout at a building, and I'm just getting to mention this hilarity to The Project Manager when I notice his chum, who shall be referred to as 'Louie', emerging from an obscured doorway, having just had himself a pee.
Sammy is on the back veranda of the L--- Mansions, an abandoned heritage building down the block, and Louie is the alley, walking roughly parallel to us towards the veranda. As we catch up to him, he climbs on to the veranda to chat with Sammy, and we notice there is a third character.
A third man, referred to as Willy, is lying down, roughly in the fetal position, between them on the veranda, and I get the feeling that something is not right. I start to slow down to observe this. Now, I have been known from time to time to get involved in things that I should have avoided, and The Project Manager is aware of this, and she does let me know that she's not entirely in favour of me getting involved in this. Anxiety increasing, I think of, and ask, the safest question to ask, which seems to be "Do you need any help?"
Without hesitation, Sammy and Louie announce that in fact Willy does need help, that Willy has thrown up. (In case you're worried, they make no move towards us at all) The Project Manager, eagle-eyed, notices that Willy is in fact bleeding from his nose and somewhere under his hair. I had been wondering whether to call the police in an emergency capacity or in a nuisance-busting one, and this info helps. I decide to escalate this thing to 911.
As I am making sure that 911 knows the whole situation, including the fact that Louie and Sammy are completely hosed, The Project Manager is convincing them that we don't need their help, and if they feel like leaving and not being there when curious people in uniform get there, that'll be just fine thank you, and they leave.
The wee-OOO-wee-OOO-wee-OOO in the distance announce that the uniforms will be here shortly, and 911 signs off with me. In the intervening lull, when it is just The Project Manager, myself, and unconscious Willy, we get a chance to look him over a bit. In fact, he is bleeding heavily, and has bled a great congealous glob of blood onto the concrete of the veranda, and though he is breathing he is not making a great show of it.
First on the scene is the Prairie Metropolis Fire Department, and they are not entirely in the mood to deal with dear passed-out Willy. As one of them guides in the ambulance to where we are, two others leap up onto veranda and banter wittily between each other about what is happening. "Someone is having a nap", one says. "Ha ha ha", says another. This is the kind of wit that keeps you sane in an inner city fire department.
Step one for them is to check if he is just sleeping, which they do by turning his head and looking at him. This is also the first time they get a good look at his face. In a moment, everything changes. All humour disappears, and there is quite a lot of bustling with lights, spinal collars, backboards, and serious faces. Everyone seems very nervous.
There are three paramedics and five firefighters working away on Willy, and they get him strapped and bundled and into the ambulance in about 90 seconds. and they are off and away.
And the Fire Captain, who has been watching this from behind an excellent authoritative mustache, says to The Project Manager and I "if you had not called us, well, you probably saved his life."
So far, judging by the silence on the news, it seems to have been true!
24.5.11
Stories of a genre
In which small children from a perfectly mundane world experience a magical fantastic story that may or may not be real as well.
Criteria: Subject must be a young child who is perfectly normal, from a perfectly normal world. Emphasis that the world is boring, adult, and inaccessible to the subject. Child experiences the fantastic world via a guide. The fantastic world is a reflection of the real world, though not purely metaphorical as the cross-overs/interactions are real, (though always indirect or ephemeral) and happen independently of any action of the subject.
Fits the bill
Alice in Wonderland (though I'm not sure of this)
Wizard of Oz
Pan's Labyrinth
The Fall
Time Bandits
Calvin and Hobbes
Does not fit the bill
Baron Munchausen (because the real world in that story is absurd in its own right)
Harry Potter (as above; wizards are real in the real world)
Princess Bride (the subject has no impact on the fantasy world)
Contentious
Narnia (because the effects of the cross-over are not indirect)
Criteria: Subject must be a young child who is perfectly normal, from a perfectly normal world. Emphasis that the world is boring, adult, and inaccessible to the subject. Child experiences the fantastic world via a guide. The fantastic world is a reflection of the real world, though not purely metaphorical as the cross-overs/interactions are real, (though always indirect or ephemeral) and happen independently of any action of the subject.
Fits the bill
Alice in Wonderland (though I'm not sure of this)
Wizard of Oz
Pan's Labyrinth
The Fall
Time Bandits
Calvin and Hobbes
Does not fit the bill
Baron Munchausen (because the real world in that story is absurd in its own right)
Harry Potter (as above; wizards are real in the real world)
Princess Bride (the subject has no impact on the fantasy world)
Contentious
Narnia (because the effects of the cross-over are not indirect)
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