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Ugh, I have not had a chance to really sit down and finish the story of our trip to Chicago. It was amazing, honestly. The only other thing we did before leaving was go to the Shedd Aquarium.

a giant crab looking out of the aquarium at the camera.

This lovely crab is not the star of the story that i'm about to tell, but I didn't actually think to take pictures of the murder in progress that we observed in the tank two doors down, as it were. There was a crab that Mason and I watched that had cornered--pincered, really--a sea urchin and was greedily munching on its tank mate. We initially thought, "Oh, maybe that's crab food?" but then Mason noticed a picture of that exact urchin on the list of tank inhabitants and we were like, "Oh. Oh MY." Mason, who, when he was four of five would tell you that he wanted to grow up to be a marine biologist, was enraptured. I mean, I was, too? We must have stood by that tank watching the carnage for a good two or three minutes and Mason was like, "Okay, I want to come back to this, so let's look at other stuff and circle back around."

When we came back, the urchin had made a break for it (somehow!) and the crab was desperately trying to fish it out of the crevasse it had snuck into.

Such drama!

Also, Mason could NOT have been more excited to see an isopod and a ratfish, both of which are denizens of the very deepest, darkest parts of the ocean. A place Mason has longed to visit since he was a toddler. Other kids dream of the moon; Mason, the deep ocean.

Isopods, I should tell you, look like deep-sea pillbugs (or sowbug or rollypolly.) We sort of attracted a lot of "??" attention when Mason was like, "OMG, ima! An isopod!" Literally, everyone in the throng around us was like, "What's so damn exciting about a sea bug?" If anyone had asked that out loud, however, I'm SURE Mason would have been happy to tell them.

The drive back was uneventful. I managed to take a "wrong" turn leaving Chicago, so we ended up heading home via Milwaukee, but that wasn't the end of the world. Even as I veered off, I thought, "Eh, 90 / 94 both lead where I'm going, what's the difference?" And, sure enough, it wasn't much. We saw some slightly different scenery, is all.

Mason was back to school Monday and I worked at White Bear Lake from 10 to 2, which was only exciting because when I went to take the recycling out--Buttercup got out. Most of the time, this is no big deal. I nab him and toss him back inside.

This time, as one other time that I remember, Buttercup FREAKED OUT. He hissed at me when I approached him and growl/whined like I might hurt him. When I picked him up he got so scared that he basically ran over my face using his claws to get away from me. The cuts were not deep, but foreheads BLEED like a m-fer and I literally had to change my shirt before work because of the fountains of blood pouring off my face.

The reason I think Buttercup was having some kind of weird post-traumatic stress (he was stray before he came to us) is because when I opened the door, he ran in ahead of me like he was so, so very glad to be home away from that scary person trying to hurt him. He wound around my legs when I came in as though to say, "Ima, there was some scary sh*t out there, I barely escaped with my life, I love you so, so much!" My only other thought is that the other time he hissed at me like this and freaked out until I opened the door for him was another time when he got out and I kind of corned him between me and a wall. This time, it was me and a fence. Makes me think something really nasty must have happened to him that's lodged in his subconscious.

Poor baby.

I'm also deeply angry that, despite all the blood, I barely look injured. If you look closely (or I point to them) you can see the various scabs, but damn it. I was mauled in the FACE! I wanted to tell people some wild lie about how I was attacked by a bobcat!! My mutant healing factor has cursed me again. I never black eyes, either, damn it.

And now, three days later, everything just itches... and I can't scratch because they're all still so new and surface.


Anyway, I don't have much to report in terms of reading. I'm currently reading a manga called Hinamatsuri by Ohtake Masao, about a magical girl who falls (like literally, out of the sky) into the life of a low-level yakuza thug. She's from an alternate dimension/other world where telekinesis is a thing and so she's got superpowers that come in handy from time to time, but she's also like 11? So, the yakuza guy kind of becomes a trying-to-be-tough/secretly-softy foster father for her. I'm on chapter 40 or about 83 and I'm not sure I'm going to finish it? I don't hate it--in fact there have been a lot of fairly touching scenes so far and some humor that I could appreciate, but this kind of light touch is always a tough sell for me. I love humor in manga, but I tend to really prefer humor as a side note to more serious material? 

Anyway, a friend of mine also let me know that there is a second season of "Morose Mononokean" available on Crunchyroll, so I've been watching that. It's yet another story of a high schooler who can see yokai (this is apparently a MAJOR epidemic among high schoolers in Japan,) but I really have been digging the world-building around the yokai and the Mononokean (a kind of living, temple/tea house that moves through space, and, of course, currently occupies the folded space inside the high school.)  And the relationship between the master of the Monokean (Abeno) and the aforementioned high schooler. 

So, that's me ATM. I am working again tomorrow, from 9 to 1 at Shoreview.  But, we now have to pay for the trip to Chicago, so that's how it goes.

In other news, it's April 10th and it's snowing BUCKETS outside.

Snow Selfie

Feb. 7th, 2019 09:14 am
lydamorehouse: (ichigo irritated)
At some point today, I have to leave this warm, snuggly house and go and get Inky's cremains. They called yesterday and said that he'd come back. 

It's really coming down out there.

Mason has a debate tournament this afternoon that he's judging over in Minneapolis. As a judge, he's a volunteer, so I have to transport him there and back again.  Given how quickly the inches accumulated already this morning, I'm not looking forward to trying to race him across town at 3:00 for a 3:30 meet.  I told him to see if he can't get the cell number of someone at the competition, just in case we run late.

My Broad Universe mentee and I had an interesting conversation last night about iGen, Mason's generation.

She's doing some kind of coursework or other that has her considering the various "personalities" of the generation and she said that iGen is supposed to be go-getters, but her experience showed them to be fairly incapable of things once considered standard, like addressing an envelope or keeping a budget.  She's very likely right about those last things. We've had to work overtime to make sure Mason has gotten skills that I KNOW I was taught in school, like how to write a check and read/write cursive. (I blame standardized testing, not this generation or its teachers, however.) At any rate, I noted that Mason absolutely fits the "stereotype" of a self-starter. I never even heard that he'd signed himself up to be a volunteer debate judge until yesterday when he asked for transportation to the meet.  Mason is required as a gifted an talented student to have volunteer hours and he found some in an area he ADORES. I told her, too, how he found himself a paying job that continues to be a perfect fit and the various times that we've found out, after the fact, that there was a scheduling snafu with his coursework that Mason just took care of--often in fairly brilliant and innovative ways, like how he finagled a TA position in English as ungraded coursework.

Obviously, Mason may be atypical. He certainly does prefer his video games over a lot of other activities--but again, I don't see this as a problem. From what I can tell, Mason has found himself a good community. They are all GLBT+/queer kids and, while I hear some trash talk in his comm, it seems very good-natured and not the kind of toxic stuff parents of gamers have to have CONSTANT VIGILANCE about. He's got himself on a team that plays in an amateur Overwatch league and it 'sparks joy' for him, clearly. So, I mean, sure, kids these days and their E-lect-TRON-ics, but I think we are all better served when we consider how such tools are being used by the generation that owns them.

Whelp, there's the call. They've cancelled afternoon activities for SPPS (Saint Paul Public Schools). I texted Mason to have him double-check that that includes his tournament, but I suspect it will.

Now we just need &!*%ing St. Paul to call a snow emergency so they will plow the &!*%ing streets.

My street is nearly impassable. WEIRDLY, where the rich people live, Summit Avenue appears to have been plowed curb to curb. It's almost like there's a socio-economic division in how the city choses to clear its streets. $10 says Highland Park is plowed, too.

But, so, the whole mentee thing via Broad Universe is going well, I think. We've done a bunch of checking in. She seems pleased with my level of critique (which can be intense and daunting) and as a mentor, I feel like my job is offer routes, but, ultimately, to go where she wants. Speaking of volunteering, it's been an interesting gig so far. 

Huh, apparently I just have to wait long enough... now St. Paul has finally called a snow emergency. Yay!

A friend of mine in Canada and I were trading selfies, and, while I normally don't post selfies, I thought this one perfectly captured my resting MURDER face in response to this weather....

me, looking decidedly murderous, and a snow covered tree behind me

I should probably go out into this mess to make sure we have something for dinner tonight, in fact. 

lydamorehouse: (Renji 3/4ths profile)
 Yesterday started off "interestingly" as we like to say here in Minnesota, when I took out the garbage and discovered that it was... snowing.  The temperature stayed in the 30s for long enough to accumulate on branches and on the grass.

Angry Birds lawn features covered in an inch of snow.

My angry bird lawn ornaments were very angry, indeed.

Of course, this kind of snow--where it falls and piles up a bit, but melts before the day is out--is not THAT uncommon here, though this felt to most of us as TOO EARLY.  I think that has a lot to do with the fact that the leaves are in peak color, but haven't really started to even fall yet. No one has had a chance to do ANY yard work because in the entire month of October so far, we've had (including today) THREE DAYS where it hasn't rained almost all day long.

I was a little disconcerted by the snow, myself, because I had bought tickets for the "fall colors tour" at Lakewood Cemetery.  

This is all part of my continuing plan to be a tourist in my own hometown. Tickets were super-cheap, $5.00 a piece. What it bought me was a seat on a HEATED trolley, hot cider, and a 45 minute driving tour of Lakewood.  

I used to live in Uptown, about three blocks from the cemetery, so I've spent a lot of time exploring the grounds. For those of you unfamiliar with Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis it's very much modeled itself on a Victorian (Edwardian?) model of cemetery as picnic/destination spot. It was founded in 1871 and is expansive... big enough, in fact, to have a lake in the center of it.

Here's a shot I took, inside the cemetery, of its lake:

The lake of Lakewood

At any rate, I met up with my friend Nick at the Garden Mausoleum and we grabbed our free hot cider and boarded the trolley.  The trolley was cramped.  We had bench seats, wooden, and they were built at a time when people's butts weren't nearly as big as is average in 2018.  My view was this:

Interior of crowded trolley car

The tour guide was an example of why it's better to hire actors than historians to guide tours. She had a lot of technical problems with her microphone (which I feel like an actor would have at least found a way to make funny), but also, because she was an amateur historian, she had a tendency to ramble on about details that were interesting to HER. She didn't have a very good sense of what sorts of things were likely to be crowd-pleasers. She also had no filters when it came to recognizing when she'd gone down one of these personal rabbit holes and couldn't read the room to save her soul (or our glazed-eyed boredom.)

However, the tour was still fun because Lakewood is just impressive as hell all on its own.

Ironically, it was early enough in the season that the majority of the cemetery, which is largely a grove of native red oaks, had not turned yet, so a lot of the "fall color" was actually green.

Green oak trees and monument graves.

But I did manage to get one really nice autumn shot, when we were over by the Civil War memorial:

a black canon in front of a yellow-orange maple tree

Would I do it again? No, probably not. Would I recommend it? Possibly. If you're visiting or if you've just never checked out Lakewood, it really is an AMAZING cemetery.  I know it sounds weird to recommend a cemetery, but Lakewood was designed to be like a garden. When we were there we saw a loon out on the lake, Canada Geese wandering around like they do, and a flock of turkeys.  I used to go over to Lakewood to take walks when I lived in Uptown and I used to feel weird about it, like maybe I was disturbing someone's mourning, but I'll never forget the time I was walking along and a car rolled up next to me filled with old ladies and I thought for sure they were going to yell at me for carrying my drawing pad, but when they rolled down the window, they asked, "Have you spotted the wood ducks??"

So, I mean, it's that kind of place.

Plus? When we were there, our trolley was passed by another tour trolley that had a "JUST MARRIED" sign in the back. Which MIGHT explain all the Loli Goth cosplayers I saw. (They might have been a goth wedding party.)
lydamorehouse: (swoon)
 I don't think I'd have a single title to report if last night wasn't a REALLY SLOW shift at the Maplewood Library.  

Perhaps you've heard, Minneapolis/St. Paul and surrounds have been bombarded with snow. 6-8 inches, easily. Yesterday, when I was driving around the visibility wasn't EXACTLY whiteout conditions, but the fourth or so block way from wherever I was, was that hazy blur you get in those kinds of snow storms.

So, of course, the library needed me to come in at 5 pm.

In a surprise to no one (but probably library administration) hardly anyone wanted to be out at the library last night.  Well, that's not entirely true. While I was shelving books in the adult comic book/manga section, I overheard two gentlemen discussing where they were planning on sleeping after the library closed. Let's say, instead, last night wasn't a high book turnover night.  So, when it was my turn on the AMH (colloquially known at Maplewood as "the oven,") there was not much for me to do.  I even asked my supervisor if I should be doing something else and she looked at me somewhat askance and said, "Read a book."

So, I hunted around for a first volume of some manga or other. I ended up readed Sapuri / Suppli by Okazaki Mari. (Amusing note about the title, it's merely a 'translation' into the same sounds as spoken by an English speaker.  This sort of thing drove me crazy in Nana when I read it because the scanlators insisted on writing Reira when she specifically says she was named after Eric Campton's 'Leila.'  If you're translating everything else into English pronunciations just write her name Leila. It confused me because I'd have to stop every time her name came up to remind myself to say it "Leila" in my head. I've seen people do this with the name Alice, too. It's dumb, because the last thing you want a reader to have to do is break the pacing of the story for something that USELESS and easily remedied.)  At any rate, the book was okay. I had checked it out and returned it within an hour.

At any rate, the roads were pure ice and packed snow on the drive home at 9 pm.  That sucked (though not as much as having to figure out how to sleep somewhere in the rough.)  I saw two accidents on the way home.

Today, at least, we have bright sunshine. However, it's stupid-ass cold, 17 F / -8 C.  Tomorrow is supposedly the Twins' first home game... they play in an open-air stadium. I heard on NPR that they're hosing off the stadium seats (metal, btw) with hot water.  Fans (if they go) are going to be sitting on ice cubes.  

While I was at the library, I also picked up some novels to try.  I have no idea if I'll actually crack these either, but fingers crossed.

How about you?
lydamorehouse: (nic & coffee)
Yeah, I know it's not necessarily unseasonable weather, but, frankly, I'm tired of it.

I'd been hoping that the snuggly weather would make me feel in a writerly mood, but, instead, I've been kind of zoned out or distractible all day. This kind of weather always makes me want to cook and eat All The Things. So, I distracted myself with some cooking. I made a big batch of borscht again this morning and had two huge bowls for breakfast/brunch. I pity my co-workers at Maplewood tonight. (Beets make me FART.)

I didn't really want to say 'yes' to work tonight, but, somehow, I managed to miss the call last month for regular hours for THIS month.  It's kind of on-call for me for April, or nothing at all. Of course, tonight is kind of the worst possible night to have to drive all the way to Maplewood (and back after 9 pm!) They're expecting as much as 8 inches?

Did I mention how done I am with this weather?

We keep getting random texts throughout the day from Mason.  Today's best one was, "Have seen three street preachers in two days so far.  If you listen closely you can hear hundreds of people's un-given f*cks."

That's my boy, the comedian.

He also reported today that they were on the Staten Island ferry, so presumably they made it to see the Statue of Liberty and all that.  Ms. Auyeung's itinerary for them was fairly ambitious. They had to bail on a bunch of things yesterday, though I notice things aren't so tightly packed today.  Today it was supposed to be: Brooklyn Bridge, Wall Street and the New York Stock Exchange, Battery Park and ferry to Staten Island (for AM), in the afternoon: Manhattan Chinatown for lunch, Museum of Chinese in America, some shopping time after, and then...?  She has nothing for the evening, but they're staying in the Chinatown in Queens (which apparently at one time was known as "Little Taipei" for all the Taiwanese that settled there) so I suspect they'll explore their own neighborhood, as it were, in the evening.

I'm really sad that I'll miss whatever texts come through while I'm at work tonight, but I'm so glad that he seems to be having fun.  Apparently, they only briefly lost some students in Times Square.... 

lydamorehouse: (Bazz-B)
 Well, maybe you're not pagan, so you're not on her list!  But, the Ostara bunny came to ours.  She left her usual basket and a few Goddess themed eggs:

A dyed blue egg with a yellow Brigid's Cross on it

The actual basket:
Ostara basket with candies, eggs, and a cat toy

One more of the Goddess eggs:

Mottled purple egg with a sliver of a moon on it

Mason told me that he feels too old to do the actual HUNTING for the eggs, but he does still like getting the basket. I told him that he can keep getting an Ostara basket as long as he wants. I'd even send one to college, because WHO DOESN'T LOVE PEEPS AND CHOCOLATE COVERED MARSHMALLOW BUNNIES???!!!???  

Yesterday, I also changed over the altar to its spring clothes... no that that's stopped the snow from falling. When we headed out to school/work this morning, a light dusting was falling. I can see the it's sticking in places. I don't like to complain about the weather too much, but, OMG, the snow could stop any time now. People I know in Chicago are posting pictures of flowers in bloom.

Ah well.
lydamorehouse: (Default)
Today would have been a fine day to call a snow emergency (and maybe even cancel school), but alas, I spent the morning unburying my car and shoveling 6-8 inches (15 cm - 20 cm) of snow from my sidewalk--officially, they're saying we only got 5 inches (12.7 cm,) but they clearly did not measure *my* sidewalk.

They're predicting another big storm to roll through on Saturday night. Of course, we had been planning to have a "Silent Reading Party" on Sunday. I'm hoping we can still do this, as it's SUCH a great idea. Forbes has an article about them, but the concept is pretty straight forward. You get together with friends and read. Our particular take was going to be: Reading plus English High Tea.  We're going to make finger sandwiches, scones, maybe a sausage roll, and, of course, tea. We were inviting our friends to bring PJs or comfy clothes, blankets, pillows, etc., and basically have a pajama day with fancy snacks.

I think even if our friends can't make it, we're definitely going to be hunkered down and reading. Luckily, I have a LOT of books to chose from right now.  Should be fun, no matter what happens. Plus, this particular group of friends (Rosemary and her mom) are very outdoorsy. I wouldn't put it past them to ski over here if the roads are otherwise impassable.  

Today, in about fifteen minutes, I'm off to Claddagh. First, I'm meeting up with the Loft manuscript guy (the one I was reading FOREVER) to fulfill the last of my contractual obligation to him, and discuss his book.  Then, I'm going to hang out with my lady friends who always gather there and probably debrief a bit, as well as catch up on the gossip... er, "networking." 

Mason is at robotics until late again tonight. They're actually on break from robotics, since everything is bagged, but the robotics folks traditionally help set up for the LEGO tournament, which is happening at Washington tomorrow.  He'll be there until 5 pm. They might actually be going later, but he wants to be back home in time to watch his favorite professional Overwatch team play competitively.  This is one of those areas where I feel VERY OLD, as the idea of watching someone play video games competitively, like a sport, seems pretty alien to me. Mason is super into it, though. He's got a team he's rooting for, players he knows "stats" for, and all of that.

Okay, I should go find some warm socks if I'm going to brave the outside again....

Ja mata! (Later!)

lydamorehouse: (renji has hair)
That means I missed "What are you reading Wednesday?" which is probably okay, since, once again, I read a lot of yaoi and not much else.

We had one heckuva storm here on Monday. Luckily, Mason came downstairs early that morning complaining of an upset stomach. I mean, that part isn't lucky, per se, but because of Mason's irritated bowels, I was able to convince Shawn to stay home, too. After all, we'd been promised this big storm and it seemed to have missed us. We all deserved a snow day. Shawn agreed.

Best. Decision. Ever.

The snow started sometime late morning. By noonish, I couldn't see the end of the block, the winds were blowing so hard and so much snow was falling. We ended up officially getting 12.5 inches, but with the wind there were easily drifts bigger than that in a lot of places. Schools didn't close early and some students were stranded until AFTER MIDNIGHT. I can only imagine how horrible it must have been for some of the kids, especially the very little ones.

Tuesday, St. Paul did declare a snow day. I'm sure, in part, just so students who had been traumatized would not have to get back on a bus. The main drags were clear by Tuesday morning, but our street wasn't completely plowed until afternoon. St. Paul spent the day digging itself out.

Mason and I celebrated the day off by going out to ramen at one of our favorite places up the road. We timed it perfectly again, as the plows had come through by the time we came back from lunch.

I don't even really know what I did with myself yesterday... oh, yes, I was very social. My friend [personal profile] naomikritzer came over to chat about life and eat a pot pie I made with some leftover turkey. Later that same day, my friend Sean Murphy came by to talk about Marvel movies and eat pizza. Mason stayed late to work on robotics.

Today, in fact, Shawn and I will be at the Washington Technical Robotics... event? evening? I don't know what they're calling it, but it's a little demonstration of what they do for everyone's parents. Oh, I think they're just calling it "parent night." Anyway, it should be fun. Mason hinted that I might get to pilot a robot. That would be cool. Tonight is also Wyrdsmiths, so I'll be rushing from parent night to my writers' group.

I'm also feeling kind of low today. I'm not sure I got enough caffeine. I came home and made a pot of coffee rather than stopping at my favorite coffee shop to get an espresso. Also, the anime I'm watching while I do the dishes is low-key depressing.

I'm watching Natsume's Book of Friends / Natsume Yūjin-chō. There are some 76 episodes and I think I'm on... 11, maybe? Natsume is a high schooler who can see yokai and who has also inherited from his grandmother a book containing the names of the monsters she's defeated and enslaved. Natsume is very kind-hearted and is quite happy to return the stolen names of the enslaved creatures. So, a good number of the episodes feature the stories of the various yokai and Natsume helping them out in one way or the other.  On the surface, this is all very light, even feel-good. Except, Natsume is really lonely. We find out that he's been shuffled from relative to relative over the years because his parents are dead and no one believed him when he told them what he could see (yokai are traditionally invisible to most people, except the gifted.) Even in episodes where things work out, he just sort of exudes this sadness...  it's really hard to explain.  I mean, he's finally in a place where he's stable.  The relatives he's with now are childless and very loving, they've very much adopted him, but he still acts like a guest. He found another student who  is partly gifted, with whom he COULD share some of his burden, but he doesn't.  Likewise, there's an exorcist potential mentor type that skirts around the edges of Natsume's life that he could form a friendship with, but, as he said in this last episode, he's lived so much in fear, he doesn't even know how to begin to trust in order to open up.  Part of his personality is that Natsume actually gets along better with the monsters than he does humans.  And, I like that a lot, but it's just... like I said, low-key sad.  

I just finished an episode (and the dishes) and I've wandering around the house feeling lonely.  I blame Natsume.
lydamorehouse: (ichigo being adorbs)
 Saint Paul did not close its schools.  So guess who was up at o'f*ck o'clock shoveling the sidewalk and unburying the car?  That's right. THIS GIRL.

I was so irritated by St. Paul that my chiropractor literally pulled me aside to talk to me about my shoulder tension.  I resisted screaming into his face, "BLAME THE ST. PAUL SCHOOL SYSTEM!" Because, okay, yeah, I'm probably unreasonably irritated about having to get up early and shovel, but what made my shoulders that high was having to drive on half-plowed street with my family in the car.  Myself, alone, maybe I wouldn't be so tense.  But, with Shawn AND Mason along?  Yeah, no, that's a lot of responsibility and I really don't want to be responsible for having killed them, a pedestrian, or another driver and/or their family.  Yeah my shoulders were up over my ears. I was lucky they weren't higher.

Now the sun has come out to mock me.

I kind of wish that the skies had dumped an extra fifteen pounds of snow on St. Paul's head so I could self-righteously shout: "HA!"

On the other hand, because I was up and about early, I stopped by Whole Foods and picked something for the crock pot for dinner tonight and made myself a very early lunch (technically brunch? Maybe breakfast with lunch-related food?)

When Shawn was recovering from gallbladder surgery, a friend of ours, George, brought over his guaranteed vegan, all-the-fiber stew, which was basically: garbanzo beans, tomato chunks, and various veggies all simmered together.  It was super simple and he kept apologizing for it not even being a particularly tasty batch, but I LOVED it and now make a version of my own on a regular basis--mostly for myself, because my family is a bunch of unrepentant carnivores.  So somewhere around ten am, I stuffed my face with bean/tomato/potato/mushroom/okra/carrot stew.

Being irritable takes a lot of fuel, apparently.  

lydamorehouse: (Renji 3/4ths profile)
I'm a Minnesotan. I actually don't MIND snow, but I was not entirely ready for the snow this morning and the cold. But, this is March, right? I guess that old saying has some merit: In like a lion, out like a lamb. Only this year it was in like a lamb, out like a snow-covered Siberian TIGER.

Also, it is Monday. So far today, I've dealt with at least one school issue and my cat's prozac prescription. Next on my list is getting myself an appointment to get my own prescription renewed (for an asthma inhaler, though I wouldn't necessarily turn down prozac, if offered, ATM. ;-)

The school is maybe fixed? Thing is, Mason's school has this required after school program hour, which they call 510. It extends Washington Technical's hours to 3 PM, which is nice, and provides a stable structure for all sorts of sports and theater and other enrichments. It's an elective, so students sign up for their own things. Mason's choices this year were 1) Baseball, 2) Krazy for Komputers (which is only open to people with a A or B GPA), and 3) Chess Club. When he looked at his schedule on Sunday, however, he discovered he'd been put in something called "Science Museum." He was disappointed. I asked, "Well, so what is 'Science Museum'? It sounds like it could be cool." Well, that's one of the problems. There are many, many things I love about Washington Technical, but this is an on-going problem: there are NO class descriptions to be found anywhere (not even available to the students from what Mason tells us) for these 501s. I mean, baseball seems obvious, but what is Science Museum? A series of field trips? Something more hands-on? He has NO IDEA. We can't find any info anywhere.

Now, I'm a big fan of staying out of Mason's business at school. I normally don't even ask him what he's signed up for because it's entirely up to him. But, if we can help him navigate the system in order to get into what he wants, that's my job as a parent--to advocate.

A back and forth with Mason's counselor got Mason into baseball, his first choice. But as part of that conversation we found out who normally is in charge of 501 assignments and... it looks like MAYBE (if we remember right) the person in charge of the assignments is in fact the very person running this mysterious 'Science Museum.' When I called Shawn to tell her all this, that gave us some pause, because, okay, so if the person in charge put Mason very specifically into her program.... well, is that because it's particularly suited to his interests?

One of the things I love about Washington is that there is a lot of coordination and teamwork among the teaching staff. They figured out that Mason needed to be not just in advanced 7th grade math, but advanced 8th grade math. He's been really, REALLY flourishing there. So, for the most part, I tend to trust their choices for him.

But that begged the question for us... is this the same sort of thing?

Well, I just got an email back from the coordinator. Turns out "Science Museum" is a placeholder because they're still coordinating things like who gets to be in baseball, etc. Our sense is that baseball is highly competitive (naturally) and they wanted to make sure that Mason would have somewhere to go, if he couldn't get in.

But... Ugh, okay, this part of the process is frustrating. I mean, I will bet you money they are getting INUNDATED with calls and emails right now. We know for a fact that Mason's friend Rosemary was complaining of "mistakes" in her 510, too. I just wrote another email thanking the coordinator for getting back to us so quickly with an explanation, but also wondering if it would be possible in the future for everyone to have better sense of this process--for their sake and those of the parents and students.

Also, why is it so hard to attach descriptions to some of these courses? I get that they change and someone would have to write them and update them and that's probably a big job, but this is where volunteers are super-handy. (I know for a fact that they have student workers who could probably do something to help with this or take over some other teacher's make-work duties so that she or he might have more time to devote to this. These are high schoolers and very smart. Some of them are very eager to have things for resumes, so you know, win/win.) Also why not have a course simply called "Placeholder" so students would be alerted they are in line for a high demand 501 and will just have to practice patience until things are sorted out? If they had a 501 course catalogue this could be explained, i.e., "If you see this course, 'placeholder' on your schedule please understand that you are in line/on the waiting list for a highly competitive course. Please check back in x many days."

Ah, well. The good news is, this is mostly sorted. And we now understand how it works.

I also had to call my vet today to try to get pills for Inky, because we've been using this liquid stuff and it's not only super-expensive, but he and I both HATE it. He hates it because, from his behavior, it's clear it tastes super-gross and is generally disgusting, and I hate it because it's clear he hates it and he ends up drooling everywhere and trying to throw it up. Weirdly, he accepted pills better.

And they were cheaper.

But I think I made my vet's office mad because we're basically asking them to give their money to someone else. I tried to explain that if there was a cheap, pill version IN HOUSE, we would totally take that. But, it doesn't seem there is.

So today so far? A lot of negotiating and back and forth.

I think I will leave off calling my doctor's office for a bit.

Also... did I mention? We have snow. It's a very spring-like snow, wet and already melting, but it is there. This Monday is being very Monday.
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Mason and I recorded our sixth MangaKast podcast, and it's up for your enjoyment.


I kind of wish I could be slightly more articulate about why Ao no Exorcist is so awesome. I'd love to drag more people into that fandom and there are only 56 chapters to-date, so it wouldn't be hard to catch up.

In other news, there is a "wintery mix" falling on the ground right now. That's right: SNOW. I can hardly believe it. It's not right. At least my strawberries are still mostly covered by mulch, so I think they'll survive this. The question is: will Minnesotans? Because I think a lot of people are ready to weep (myself included.)
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I haven't seen the movie "Captain America: Winter Soldier" yet, and I might not get out to it tonight because we got 6+ inches of snow on the ground and it's still falling. However, I read the review that the Star Tribune gave of it and I wanted to say that if you hated Marvel's Civil War, you're going to hate this movie.

It sounds very much like (which I had guessed from the trailer) that the main conflict is going to center around the idea of security vs. freedom, which was, in effect, the issue that tore apart the Marvel Universe in Civil War. The Tribune's reviewer seemed to think that the issue was given complexity, despite the fact that Cap is very clearly on one side of this issue, and very strongly so, from his line from the trailer, "This isn't freedom; this is fear."

Personally, I hope they deal with some of the issues that were brought up in Brubaker's run of the Winter Soldier collections (vols. 1-4) in particular the fascinating role his Bucky played in the war. I say "his" Bucky, because, quite obviously Brubaker's Bucky is a complete recast, being a lot older than the original. But Brubaker did some cool things with that, particularly with the idea that Captain America was the symbol of America during the war, so there were missions that the uniform couldn't go on, because AMERICA couldn't be involved. But, Bucky could go.

Because he was a crack shot.

And the war needed winning.

Maybe this messes with what a lot of people think of as the core of Captain America, which is to say that he's somehow always does the Right Thing and is always on the side of truth and justice and some idealistic 'American Way' that never existed anywhere in Real Life (tm). I don't know how Cap could have gotten through WWII without losing a little faith in humanity. We like to think of WWII as this nice, clean war, but that's simplistic. Of course it wasn't. It was a war. Wars are always ugly. Full stop.

So I'll be curious where they go with it in the movie. Hopefully, the roads will clear and we can get out and about soon. I'd love to be able to see this tonight, in fact. But, I actually kept Mason and Shawn home from school and work today because, as the driver, I said 'no.' Saint Paul Schools are still open and so I had to call Mason in as sick, and I'm sure the roads are more passable than they look, but why risk it? I think he'll survive a day without. If M.I.T. rejects him because he skipped school on a snowy day, well, then M.I.T. isn't worth our time, anyway. :-)

Because, seriously? This is how it looks outside right now:


Here's our car before we unburied it:


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Susan yet lives.

In fact, she's staring at me right now, just hanging out on the substrate, as loaches do.

I'm actually beginning to have hope that maybe, just maybe the 30 gallon tank could have LIFE again.  Plus, damnit, Susan just has SO MUCH personality. Check her out:



Yes, she's "standing" on her fins in this picture, mugging it for the camera.  She does that.  I always used to wonder about that evolutionary moment of the fish crawling out onto land because I never realized JUST HOW MANY fish actually use their front fins this way.  Answer: a lot.  Loaches do it all the time.  There are others, too, who seem to prefer this method of locomotion.

I had no idea.

In other news, you may have heard that Minnesota got hit with "a little" snow.  I don't know what the final tally was, but they'd predicted 10 inches.  I'd believe we got close to that, because trying to get the car over to the other side of the street (for plowing), I managed to get so stuck around the roundabout, that I think I brought the entire neighborhood together to push me back out.

Also, who was the idiot who decided it was a good idea to try to go to work last night?  That's right: Moon-Moon, aka. me.  Getting there wasn't too bad. The roads were mostly slushy at 4:30 pm.  But, by 9 pm?  There were winds that gave me moments of intense white-out, particularly when I drove past the fairgrounds.  Worse, when we were doing "pros and cons" of ima calling in "sick," Mason "helpfully" calculated that, after taxes, I make about $30 a NIGHT.  As I was driving through the blizzard, I thought, "What? This for a measly $30??"

What was even stranger to me?  HOW MANY people looked out the window and said to themselves, "You know, I should go to the library right now and play some Grand Theft Auto on their computers."  Seriously, when I was shelving upstairs I saw easily a dozen people doing their library things, and I thought: "Really, your copy of Nora Roberts couldn't wait for a day when you might not DIE driving home???"

On the other hand, the bosses were happy to see me.  I think they expected a lot of people to bail.  I hope I get some brownie points for it, because my training days are over.  I now have to rely on need.  So I'm going to have a LOT FEWER hours coming March!

It's funny because that's already a good deal/bad deal.  I have to say it's easy to get used to the income.  Since staying home to write and take care of Mason, Shawn and I have always lived... tightly.  We have savings, but we've had to dip into it a lot recently, and with the little extra, we haven't  That makes life a lot less tense, because money is just one of those things, you know?

Plus, I actually secretly ADORE the work I do at the library.  None of it is particularly hard and I actually like helping people get library cards, renew books, and all the stuff I do at the front desk.  I also love getting a chance to see what people request, when I'm filing those, and browse through the non-fiction when I'm shelving that... I mean, I've come home with such a broad variety of books thanks to this job.  And libraries, like the university jobs I've had in the past, attract a very interesting crowd.  My colleagues are all smart and interesting and READERS.  Chatting with them is a highlight as well.

But, of course, not working means more writing... so... yeah.

They cancelled school today, which is no trauma for us, because Mason is still off school and will be for another week.  Hopefully, with all this snow, we'll get some more chances at sledding.  We also have movies to watch and games to play.  I've been working evening hours, so my days have been free.

I think that's all the news... oh, no wait.  I wanted to point people to this lovely review of Resurrection Code:

And to point out that, alas, Norwegian Press has put this book out of print.  So, if you want one, you'll have to contact me (best way?

Also, I have a lot of up-coming appearances.  Here's the list from my web site:

MARCH 2014

On Wednesday, March 26 from 6:30 to 7:45 pm, I will be the Speculations readers at Dreamhaven Books and Comics. Dreamhaven is located at 2301 E. 38th Avenue, Minneapolis, MN 55406. You can get more information about the event by calling 612-823-6161 or visiting:

APRIL 2014

On Saturday, April 19 from 1:00-2:00 pm I'll be the Loft's "First Pages" instructor for "Read to Write" a program for teens at the Chanhassen Library. The library is located at 7711 Kerber Blvd., Chanhassen, Minnesota.

The program description reads: Can reading The Hunger Games teach you to be a writer? You bet it can! By reading as much fiction as you can get your hands on, available right here at your public library, you can become the writer you’ve always wanted to be! Come learn what Harry Potter can teach you about world building in fiction; what Neil Gaiman can teach you about creating memorable characters; and what Veronica Roth’s Divergent series can teach you about plot! After this 90 minute session you’ll be inspired to write your own mind blowing fiction.

For more information call (952) 227-1500 or visit:

MAY 2014

On Saturday, May 3, 2014 from 2:00-3:30 pm I'll once again be the Loft's "First Pages" instructor for te "Read to Write" program. This time it will be a little closer ot home at the Roseville Library (where I work as a page!). The library is located at 2180 Hamline Avenue in St. Paul, MN. The program description is the same as for Chanhassen. For more information call (651) 724-6001 or check out:

JUNE 2014

If students sign up, I'll also be teaching a course called "More Than the Zombie Apocalypse: Writing the Sci-Fi/Fantasy Novel" for 15-17 year olds as part of the Loft's Young Writer's Program. The class is currently scheduled forJune 16 - June 20, 2014, from 1:00-2:00 pm.

The course description reads: What do Hunger Games and Dr. Who have in common? They're both science fiction! Did you love fantasy novels like Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief or How to Train Your Dragon? If writing stories with zombies, robots, vampires, fairies, (or even unicorns!) is your thing, then this might be the class for you. We’ll discuss the difference between science fiction and fantasy, learn how to build believable worlds, and make readers rip through the pages of your short story or novel. We will play story games and have idea prompts with a science fiction/fantasy edge. If one of your goals is to break in and get professionally published, we will also discuss strategies that can make that happen!

For more information check out:!

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A few announcements, in no particular order:

I have no idea if this is legit, but there was an advert on 'Writers for Diversity's Facebook page for "Fan Fiction Writers Wanted," which directed me here: They appear to be looking for participants in a study group, possibly, from what they're saying will be the requirements, to test out a new software/posting format. Regardless, they say they'll pay $100 - $200 bucks. In my never ending quest to legitimize the amount of time I spend writing fic, I sent them my information. What can it hurt?

Also, next Wednesday, I'll be reading at DreamHaven Books and Comics. The information that was posted by Einblatt is as follows: Wednesday, May 8, 6:30-7:30PM. Speculations Reading Series - Lyda Morehouse. DreamHaven Books, 2301 E 38th St, Minneapolis. FFI: Eric, 612-721-5959, It should be an interesting reading, as I have no new book to sell. I'm not exactly sure what I'll read from, but if people have suggestions (even if you can't attend) I'd love to hear them. And, yes, I'd totally read my slash. It might be fun to read from Fallen Host since the e-book should be coming out any day now. Maybe I'll make up postcards promoting that....

Lastly, it's snowing. I realize that as a resident of the Twin Cities, I have no right to complain. The folks south of us are dealing with 13 or more inches. Ours is only supposed to accumulate through the morning and then turn to rain. I've decided that to deal with this, I'm going to go into winter mode and bake loaves of bread to warm up the house. Our plan had been to have chicken curry tonight, but we may just have to have home-baked bread as an appertizer.

Stray thought: does any fanfic organizer do anything for National Masterbation Month? Someone should. It'd be fun to run one of those kinkbang type things celebrating all things masterbatory. If I knew how those things were run, I'd totally offer to coordinate it. I'm sure I'm not the first to think of it, though.

Right. Off to bake some bread!
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I was given a single question interview by Kenneth W. Cain:

My answer? Chickens.

My internet was down this morning or I would have posted copious number of pictures of SNOW. What I love/hate about Minnesota? School was not closed or even delayed. We got at least four inches, if not more. The plows have plowed most of the major streets, but the residental and side streets are a sloppy, dangerous mess. The sun is trying to shine today, but the National Weather Service tells us to expect more of the same: rain, rain turning to snow, snow.... I think for the forseeable future, I'm not sure.

Pictures may come, though likely the next ones will be of the grand tattooing paint project that my friend Nicki will be helping me with tonight.

Shit. I still have to decide what I'm wearing. I do have sunglasses at least. And some sexy jeans.
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A large number of Scandinavians live in Minnesota. I think the reason is that only someone whose anscestors once worshipped Thor (or who perhaps still do) can mentally cope with the fact that this morning there was SLEET, ICE, SNOW AND *THUNDER AND LIGHTNING*

As one of Shawn's friends posted on her Facebook status today: Clearly, Thor is fighting the Ice Giants today. Today is a day for the business of Gods. This is not a day for mere mortals to brave.

And yet we did.

Here's Mason helping scrap the thick layer of ice and snow off our car:
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And, Mason, who LOVES winter, shows off his "Tard," the Grumpy Cat, face at this unseasonable April weather:
snow in April 008

And... somehow, I got Shawn and Mason off to work and school only a few minutes late.

Now my big plan is to hunker down, plant my butt on the radiator, and write for a while until the snow slows down. Then I'll shovel the walk and the unbury the car and get a few groceries. Because... it's supposed to continue to do this ALL WEEKEND.
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You know that social experiment where there's a bunch of grad students taking a test and the room starts to fill up with smoke, but the authority figure acts like there's nothing wrong? Supposedly only a small number of people will defy authority to say, "Hey, look, there's a problem. We need to get OUT."

Well, today St. Paul Public Schools robocalled our house to tell us that they were open despite the tremendous amount of snowfall. All of St. Paul's charter schools are closed, but the public ones are remaining open. I called them back (Crossroads, specifically,) to say, "Nope. Ain't doing it." Because, you know what? No. Some of the streets are very passalbe--I know, because Shawn decided she wanted to try to get to the History Center today and I took her--but the side streets are atrocious.

Also: screw them.

I don't know why St. Paul is being such obstinant morons about this. There's like seven inches on the ground and it's still falling -- fast and furious. The plows haven't gone out because they didn't call a snow emergency last night and the roads SUCK ROCKS. Forget it. I'm not risking taking Mason in to school today. Apparently I *am* willing to risk myself and my partner, but seriously, yeah, I think that's different. Though I did tell Shawn that history could WAIT, even for the State Archivist of Minnesota. But she's an authority I can NOT defy. Plus, she can take the public bus home if the roads get worse and I can also go fetch her at any point. ;-) St. Paul Schools also have the ridiculous policy of not closing early once they've made the decision to open.

It's funny because we were kind of talking about this at MarsCON this weekend, too. A bunch of us were hanging out after the Blog panel on Sunday--a large contingent of "transplants" (though [ profile] haddayr and [ profile] naomikritzer and I should hardly count any more, since we've lived in Minnesota now for a LONG time) and a few native Minnesotans. We were talking about how Minnesotans are particularly bad at speaking up for ourselves. This came up because, while on the panel about blogging, some guy got a phone call in the front row on his cell phone and... answered it. He actually sat twelve inches from us and talked on the phone. I have to admit that my usual, "Hello? What are you DOING?" did not come out. Sometimes, I'm so STUNNED by people's behavior that I can't to react right away. Haddayr was giving this dude a healthy stare down, but he was oblivious. Luckily, the conversation was quiet and short, but, damn. I can't believe I didn't say something. None of us did.

As was pointed out in the conversation afterwards, we really should have said something because Fandom allows a lot of strange behavior and, unless people get called on it, they tend to get the message that while it might not be okay to do "x" in the mundane world, it's okay to do it at con.

Shawn, in fact, argued that I should not tell Crossroad's attendance line that the reason I was keeping Mason out of school today was because of the snow. I said that if we don't tell them, they're going to keep thinking it's okay with us that they risk our children's lives. But, we compromised. I didn't say anything at all about why I was keeping Mason out today, other than that he should be considered an excused absence to the official school line. But, I did send a private email to the school saying that I found the snow policy moronic.

So I guess that's the best a Minnesotan can do. ;-)
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I decided that I probably should let someone who knows something about car stuff actually look under the hood. So, after dropping my family off at their respective places, I took the car to the shop. I have an excellent mechanic. I use the Sinclair folks on Grand, just behind the Whole Foods. When I first started going there, the franchise was owned by a guy named Ben. Ben was my age, kind of a slacker-dude, but extremely competent and had an eye for fixes for people like me (cheap with used cars they don't want to invest their life savings in.) When I first decided I loved them was when the latch on my trunk decided to go wonky and I couldn't get it to close. I pulled in and begged someone to come out and see if they could do something quick about it. Ben shuffled out, used a tool (said some magic words, I SWEAR,) and it was fixed instantly. I tried to give him money and HE REFUSED.

Yeah, that's right: the first one was free. Now I'm hooked.

Even though, several years ago, Ben and his wife had a baby and now Ben isn't even associated with that Sinclair any more. But, they're still cheap and they're kind-of-almost-mostly within walking distance of my house. By walking distance, I'm not talking about normal walking for a normal American. I mean, two or three miles. But, I can hoof it back from there to my place in about 20 minutes if I'm talking to myself (plotting fic or fiction) or listening to music.

So, we'll see what they have to say. I have a very, very bad feeling that the words "blown head gasket" will be mentioned, as I dutifully used the Googles last night and thought, "damn, there's some real possibility here."

Ah well. This is the trauma of having only one car. It's the car we HAVE to spend money on.

The other thing I decided while walking back through the piles of snow that NO ONE SHOVELED is that fussy gay people really ought to be given the keys to the kingdom, as it were. Every house that had a shoveled walk? Rainbow flag! I kid you not. And, of course, I shoveled my damn sidewalk first thing this morning, because that's what you're supposed to do, people. Apparently, I and my fellow queers are ruining YOUR MARRIAGE BY SHOVELING MY SIDEWALK.


Sorry, but seriously, what is up with St. Paul and not declaring snow emergencies? It's because [ profile] naomikritzer now lives in St. Paul, right? And she's had to put up with me yacking on for YEARS about how awesome the St. Paul plowing system is. Well, no more! They didn't plow yesterday and there's no word about a snow emergency being called yet. ARGH. This is how an inch of snow can shut down cities. The reason Minnesota doesn't collapse when we get several inches of snow is because we have snow plows! So get out there!!

/real end of rant.

All right, back to my life now. I should probably makes myself brunch and see if I can salvage part of this day before I have to walk back and fetch my car from the shop.
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All I wanted to do now that there are twelve inches of snow on the ground is hunker down under a blanket with a cat on my lap and surf the internet/write fanfic. And, yet, somehow, the dishes have not agreed to wash themselves for me. It's an outrage, I tell you, an OUTRAGE.

Here are some pictures to get a sense of the scale of yesterday's snowfall. Before your eyes mistake this for a tree trunk, that's a ruler stuck in the ground on our sidewalk. It reads just over 9 inches, and, at that point, it was still snowing. We ended up officially getting one foot of snow:

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Here, however, is how pretty Hoth, the Ice Planet, can be:

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I also took a picture of the front of the house, but I realized, looking at it, that all it really depicts is how crappy a shoveling job I did on the front stairs. Hopefully today's sunshine will remedy some of that.

In other news, Archangel Protocol is now available through B&N:, so even though I get a better percentage if you order direct from Wizard's Tower Press (and everyone who has used them says their interface is wonderfully easy to use), you can now also order this way, if you prefer.

Sorry to be flogging this like a cheap 'ho, but it's a big deal to me to finally have this book available as "new" again.

Okay... *sigh*... can't ignore the dishes any more.


Nov. 13th, 2012 06:54 am
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I kind of suck at NaNoWriMo. I don't write the right way for competative writing, I think. In fact, I got really mad the other day when I checked in at the site and saw that someone had posted a reminder: Revise Later.

That's probably really good advice on some level. If your problem is never getting to the end of a novel or a short story, just pushing forward is exactly what you should do. But, I actually have a hard time going forward without revision, because, if the change is big enough, everything after that point is effected by it.

I also think that my mistake this year is not having an outline. I'm experimenting writing original fiction this way--without a proposal--and it's taking its toll. I stop to think. I stop because I get stuck.

Well, it's only half way through the month. It ain't over yet.

In other news, I spent a good part of the weekend baking holiday cookies. We like to get a jump on baking because Shawn loves to have cookies in the freezer to pull out for guests. So we invited our nephew Jonathan and his girlfriend Sarah over and we spent the good part of Sunday baking up a storm. We made spritzes and cut-out sugar cookies (with the shapes you decorate with frosting), "black-and-white" (which are cream cheese cookies half dipped in chocolate), and a metric tonne of pizzelles, which are Italian ainse-flavored cookies that you press with a special pizzelle iron. We also tried a new drop cookie that's pumpkin-flavored which were deemed Minnesotan "interesting" (which is to say, yeah, we won't be trying those again soon.) I also discovered a recipie from King Arthur Flour for an easy soft pretzel which the family loved so much that I've already made them twice since. The big complaint about those? Make two batches! Need more!!

We still have quite a few more cookies that Shawn would like to make, but I think she feels good we've got so many under our belt. But Shawn is one of those people who adores Christmas and loves to pull out all the stops--never mind that we're pagan.

For me, I like the community of baking big batches of things. It's fun to spend hours with family and friends around some project like food, because you spend enough time together to get past some of the awkward of not been super-close friends, you know? It's a bonding thing. Plus, you don't have to just sit and come up with things to say. You can just chat easily while focusing on other things. Works out really well.

I also applied for a job at Sixth Chamber Bookstore. I didn't get it, though I think if I'd been super-excited and less hesitent about working evening shifts, they'd have hired me on the spot. Even with my total lack of experience. The poor guy who owns the place hadn't had a vacation or a day OFF for six months. Since Thursday night when I dropped of my application, I keep mentally trying to make my schedule work so that I could go back and offer myself more sincerely, but the idea of being away from Shawn the one time we have together doesn't appeal. And the bookstore isn't the kind of job to make that loss entirely worth it. Maybe if they paid a zillion dollars and hour and came with health benefits, you know? Still, I'm kind of sad about it. I adore that bookstore and I think the atmosphere there would have suited me well. Both of the people who own it are the kind who talk to customers about books ina very overly-friendly, non-Minnesotan way, which is part of the place's charm, IMHO.

Mason is off now for Intersession until after Thanksgiving. He's super disappointed that there's probably not enough snow to go sledding--though we may try anyway. I heard, however, it's supposed to warm up enough today that our dusting might just melt. We'll have to see. Our family LOVES snow. Yesterday, however, to be fair, Shawn didn't have work and Mason had no school so we could hunker down and have a "pajama day" (where we sit around and play video games and read and do a whole lot of nothing.) We did have to bust out and go to Target, though, because Mason has outgrown his shoes... and sweat pants (which he wears to bed)... and we needed lightbulbs. So we had to make the trip to the store at some point.

I think that's all I know. How was your weekend?

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