Around eight thirty, Nighthawk turned to me and said:
So, we’re almost 30. It’s Friday night. We’ve got pizza, we’ve got drinks, and we’ve got Fraggle Rock on the television. Does this strike you as somewhat odd?
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Warning: Mushy
On January 10th of 1993, a sixteen year old girl with mouse brown hair and almost no self-esteem accompanied a sixteen year old boy with mouse brown hair and a great sense of humor to the boy’s grandfather’s house for a family birthday party. Later that night, they started holding hands, and decided that they were “dating” as compared to “going on dates”.
(They hated the whole dating scene, particularly its vocabulary. “So are you two seeing each other?” “Well, neither of us is blind…”)
Thirteen years later, they’ve made it through high school graduation, school in different countries, college graduation, weddings, funerals, at least ten different jobs, and thirteen years by each other’s side.
The author wishes to note that she’s not capable of expressing this love by drawing, because her skills are inadequate. Her writing skills are equally too cheap and base to waste on an attempt to capture this love.
Someone must’ve said once that it takes a lot of hard work to be this lucky. It takes a lot of luck to get the opportunity to work this hard.
Tomorrow’s another day – another day like today and the day before and the day before that, when love grows quietly and carefully, flowing through our lives. The tenth isn’t a special day, but just a marker reminding me how special every day is.
Christmas is a-coming and the egg is in the nog…
Let’s see.
The lights are up.
The tree is up, and slightly decorated.
All the gifts that have been delivered are wrapped and under the tree.
My husband has even started his shopping.
I think we’re on our way.
Solitude
I tried about a half dozen times tonight to write a post expressing how incredibly weird it is to be home alone overnight. (Nighthawk is at a sleep study. It’s a good thing.) Tonight marks the first night in almost five and a half years that we weren’t in the same building overnight. (There have been nights that one of us was out late, or busy, and didn’t come to bed until almost morning, but never a night that I didn’t go to sleep knowing that he’d be here when I awoke.)
The dog’s been driving me bonkers. She finally stopped looking for him and whining around eleven thirty.
I talked to my cousin on the phone for quite a while. That and the completion of my first game of Civilization IV (I won the space race! whoo!) kept me busy enough not to go absolutely stir-crazy, but still…
Sometimes you take a person for granted when they’re there with you every day. I try to tell him how much I love him every day, and still on days like today I surprise myself by realizing how much he’s a part of my life. I can’t wait for him to come home.
And we were only 2 days away, too.
November is not for driving.
Two years ago, we had a short November snow, and on what should have been a routine shopping trip, we slid through a part of the parking lot that was a little snowier than the rest. As a result, our left turn wasn’t. We bounced the Neon’s front right tire against a curb. That resulted in replacement of the tire, rim, and I think some axel parts.
Last year, much earlier in November, I came through an S-curve while being blinded by oncoming traffic, only to find a deer standing in my lane. You’ve all got a rough idea of how that went.
And today, Nighthawk and I drove the Neon from our place, to Lowe’s (to return the miter saw that didn’t), then to Sears (to buy a miter saw that will hopefully both miter and saw) and then back through Spring City to go home. We stopped at a stop light, turned right, and immediately discovered someone in our lane stopped and hoping to turn left. Rather than hit her, we dove right once again, and ate yet another curb.
End result: as yet unknown. The car’s front wheels look a little duck-footed, and it’s not currently safely drivable. Whether just the rim and tire are shot, or whether we’ve blown things out seriously this time will be determined by the dealership tomorrow.
Next year, I’m going to work on devising a way to not have either member of the family drive in November.
random babblings of someone who has too many words to write.
11/26/05 random babblings of someone who has too many words to write. (Cut and pasted from a TextEdit file I was making notes in while writing…)
10:28: was going to update my word count and go to bed, but now I’ve lost Internet access. Makes me pissy. Now I’m going to have to concentrate on the novel and not start playing Chuzzle like I’d planned.
10:45: still no internet access. up to at least 3167 words. (there seems to be some debate between my word count and NaNoWriMo’s count, but theirs is in my favor, so I don’t mind the discrepancy.) Want desperately to be distracted so I don’t have to listen to these characters fight in my head anymore, but I’m out of luck.
11:03: Still no ‘net access. If I was really at a breaking point I’d go reboot the router to make sure the problem’s not us, but suddenly I’m on a roll. Unfortunately, I can’t remember the name of the literary figure I want to use as a metaphor. Goddamn it, I want my google back!
11:05: It was Casanova. My husband is snoring so loudly upstairs that I can hear him, and I’m on the sofa in the livingroom on the first floor.
11:15: I just had a character go off on a cursing spree. It’s in character for him, but I’m feeling a little guilty for using the word “shit” six times in succession – it gives the impression that I’m buffering my word count.
11:33: the dog’s now been whining at me for a solid fifteen minutes. But I’ve added another thousand words or so in the last 45 minutes. At this rate it will take me approximately 22 hours of full-on work to hit deadline. I have roughly 72 hours. Maybe this is doable after all.
It’d help if I didn’t start at fuckall late at night each night though.
This dog’s like an oven. But at least when she’s lying next to me on the sofa she’s quiet.
Oh, and I’m pretty sure it’s the router that’s causing the problem, because I can’t connect to it. I’ll investigate that shortly. I need to go to bed by midnight because I have to be up at 9 to go to lunch with a friend at 11.This has been a very social weekend.
12:02: Rebooting the router seems to have done the trick. I’m going to upload this, update my word count, and then go to bed.
(ps: 35,106 words! Whoo! Less than 4 days! Hell!)
Entertainment! Nifty!
So Nighthawk was looking for a natural language interpreter when he came across a site with interactive fiction. Those of you who can actually remember the eighties might know “interactive fiction” better as “text adventure games”, though many of the “games” on this site aren’t really games so much as interactive stories. We went through 9:05 and through Photopia — they’re both excellent, you should try them. But you have to run/install stuff to get them to work, so you probably won’t be able to check these out at work.