Tomorrow is the Big Day (Mason Turns 4)
Jul. 23rd, 2007 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseMason's birthday is tomorrow. We have plans to take him and his grandfolks out to the Minnesota Zoo (his idea). Of course, tomorrow it's supposed to be 100 degrees (F) here. Insanely hot. But, as my mother will tell you, the day he was born it was super hot, too. She was sewing some curtains for his room in our un-airconditioned house while we were having a C-Section in a temperature controled hospital room.
Otherwise, life preceeds apace. Joe and Fergus seem to like their new tank, although despite all my patience, I don't think it's quite conditioned yet. There's been kind of a strong amonia like smell and tests keep showing surprisingly high levels, despite my constant water changes. I read that it's okay to change the water during the conditioning process, though it slows things down. I'd rather change the water a lot than loose either Fergus or Joe, especially since Joe has been with us since our very first day. Egads, though, Mason and I were at A World of Fish on Friday and we saw some comet goldfish that were quite huge. I hope 30 gallons is going to be enough for these boys.
I'm watering today despite the drought because when Naomi and her daughter were over on Friday they discovered two huge pumpkins growing in our garden. I'm kind of pyched because, although I've grown pumpkins before, I never really had the right spot for them (read: sunny) and this year I decided to put them in our "annual garden" which will eventually become Ella's memorial garden. Previously, in order to get pumpkins, I had to fertilize them myself and do Gumpy's Fertility Dance (tm). Gumpy is my friend Gerriann's father who had good luck growing pumpkins and who taught me the secret of hand-fertilization and the importance of The Dance." The Dance was used later by our friends who knew we were trying to conceive and I personally believe that Gumpy's Fertility Dance is the reason we got both Ella and Mason (we know for a fact that The Dance was performed by Joe, my friend Shannon's boyfriend at the time, for Mason.) Strong Jedi skillz in The Dance.
I've been dawdling on the revisions for ROMANCING THE DEAD. Now there's only about five days left before they're due and I'm only half way through the manuscript. Luckily, I work well under pressure. When Naomi was over we brainstormed some ideas for wyrdsmiths blog (do you even know how hard it is to come up with things to write about writing nearly every day?) and, anyway, I think I may try to write something about the blessings of deadlines. God(dess) knows, I wouldn't get half as much done if New York wasn't breathing down my neck. That's the long way of saying that even though I've dawdled, I'm not really worried about missing my deadline. I have been known to pull all-nighters when necessary, but it takes a lot to derail me. I actually have kind of an unnatural fear of deadlines. I know a lot of authors make jokes about the deadlines they've missed, but I can't stand it. I don't like to be late in general. I'm always the one that shows up a bit too early to the party.
As part of dawdling, Shawn and I tried to watch The Good German. I say tried because we turned it off after about twenty mintues. We found it kind of dull. I blame my lack of artistic sensiblities on the fact that I've really been enjoying the comics I got at Dreamhaven. I'm going to have to track down the rest of the Joss Wheden X-Men and I've already got the New Avengers on order for this Thursday.
Three words: The Savage Land. How can you not love a comic that takes to the Savage Land with mutated cavemen and dinosaurs... not to mention Saurun, the Pteradactyl Man who can suck mutant powers. Ah!
Otherwise, life preceeds apace. Joe and Fergus seem to like their new tank, although despite all my patience, I don't think it's quite conditioned yet. There's been kind of a strong amonia like smell and tests keep showing surprisingly high levels, despite my constant water changes. I read that it's okay to change the water during the conditioning process, though it slows things down. I'd rather change the water a lot than loose either Fergus or Joe, especially since Joe has been with us since our very first day. Egads, though, Mason and I were at A World of Fish on Friday and we saw some comet goldfish that were quite huge. I hope 30 gallons is going to be enough for these boys.
I'm watering today despite the drought because when Naomi and her daughter were over on Friday they discovered two huge pumpkins growing in our garden. I'm kind of pyched because, although I've grown pumpkins before, I never really had the right spot for them (read: sunny) and this year I decided to put them in our "annual garden" which will eventually become Ella's memorial garden. Previously, in order to get pumpkins, I had to fertilize them myself and do Gumpy's Fertility Dance (tm). Gumpy is my friend Gerriann's father who had good luck growing pumpkins and who taught me the secret of hand-fertilization and the importance of The Dance." The Dance was used later by our friends who knew we were trying to conceive and I personally believe that Gumpy's Fertility Dance is the reason we got both Ella and Mason (we know for a fact that The Dance was performed by Joe, my friend Shannon's boyfriend at the time, for Mason.) Strong Jedi skillz in The Dance.
I've been dawdling on the revisions for ROMANCING THE DEAD. Now there's only about five days left before they're due and I'm only half way through the manuscript. Luckily, I work well under pressure. When Naomi was over we brainstormed some ideas for wyrdsmiths blog (do you even know how hard it is to come up with things to write about writing nearly every day?) and, anyway, I think I may try to write something about the blessings of deadlines. God(dess) knows, I wouldn't get half as much done if New York wasn't breathing down my neck. That's the long way of saying that even though I've dawdled, I'm not really worried about missing my deadline. I have been known to pull all-nighters when necessary, but it takes a lot to derail me. I actually have kind of an unnatural fear of deadlines. I know a lot of authors make jokes about the deadlines they've missed, but I can't stand it. I don't like to be late in general. I'm always the one that shows up a bit too early to the party.
As part of dawdling, Shawn and I tried to watch The Good German. I say tried because we turned it off after about twenty mintues. We found it kind of dull. I blame my lack of artistic sensiblities on the fact that I've really been enjoying the comics I got at Dreamhaven. I'm going to have to track down the rest of the Joss Wheden X-Men and I've already got the New Avengers on order for this Thursday.
Three words: The Savage Land. How can you not love a comic that takes to the Savage Land with mutated cavemen and dinosaurs... not to mention Saurun, the Pteradactyl Man who can suck mutant powers. Ah!