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I have cleaned and cleaned and cleaned today. Even harder on the hands than writing. But the house no longer looks like something I need to apologise for, so there.
I did take some time off to start plotting with WG about an original fic :;bounces:;. I was stunned to discover that in three months I've co-written 160,000 words with WG and don't really remember a single problem. It's as easy as breathing. She tags, I wibble at the hotness, I tag back. So breathtakingly simple...
We also started E's science project. A periscope. Which requires boxes cut with exacto (stanley) knives. Yeah, that's one I'm letting her do solo... not. We spent Saturday searching for mirrors in common with most of the Grade 4 class I imagine, and another mother tracked the right sort down at Wal-Mart and passed the information on to us. Then I had to rush over to Sobeys to buy chocolate milk cartons so we could use those for the body of it. E and L glugged down the contents of one before I explained how we could actually decant the milk into a jug...
And it's May Day and I forgot to bathe my face in the dew, which I always do, until 11 when it'd all gone. It's my one tradition too darn it. I love May. It's my birthday month, and the month in which I got married, but it also has bluebells, spring and a sense of everything just about to start again. One May Day when we lived in a rural village in Hampshire, on the outskirts of Portsmouth, I drove down our road at 7.00 am with a hazy mist burning off and a deer leaped out of a garden, galloped in front of the car for a short way and then jumped back into another garden and vanished. Never forgotten that...
I did take some time off to start plotting with WG about an original fic :;bounces:;. I was stunned to discover that in three months I've co-written 160,000 words with WG and don't really remember a single problem. It's as easy as breathing. She tags, I wibble at the hotness, I tag back. So breathtakingly simple...
We also started E's science project. A periscope. Which requires boxes cut with exacto (stanley) knives. Yeah, that's one I'm letting her do solo... not. We spent Saturday searching for mirrors in common with most of the Grade 4 class I imagine, and another mother tracked the right sort down at Wal-Mart and passed the information on to us. Then I had to rush over to Sobeys to buy chocolate milk cartons so we could use those for the body of it. E and L glugged down the contents of one before I explained how we could actually decant the milk into a jug...
And it's May Day and I forgot to bathe my face in the dew, which I always do, until 11 when it'd all gone. It's my one tradition too darn it. I love May. It's my birthday month, and the month in which I got married, but it also has bluebells, spring and a sense of everything just about to start again. One May Day when we lived in a rural village in Hampshire, on the outskirts of Portsmouth, I drove down our road at 7.00 am with a hazy mist burning off and a deer leaped out of a garden, galloped in front of the car for a short way and then jumped back into another garden and vanished. Never forgotten that...