Yum, fall. Time for the annual celebration of October by the child coming up with improbable plans for Halloween then blaming me when they don’t work.
Mom, I don’t have the patience to sew ten stitches before I quit for days at a time, I’ve never sewn anything but punk patches on my clothes and I don’t have a pattern, but if you don’t buy me $50 worth of burlap two weeks before Halloween, it’s YOUR FAULT I can’t go as Oogie Boogie!
Along the same lines, every year the child pleads for a pumpkin she will carve into amazing and fantastical glory, but most of the time when I buy one, it rots before she does anything with it. In the past this has led to me not buying her pumpkins, but this year I decided, screw it. The actual acquisition of the pumpkin makes her happy. We can do that.
Also the pumpkin farm is about half an hour west of the city and I wanted to drive my precious. >_>
So we went. It’s a festival, with a lot of cool stuff gathered in one place to make a woman fly through her money. I knew that, and explained to the child as we drove that we would get the pumpkin first, and the more she spent on the pumpkin, the less went into other awesome things. Like tickets for the corn maze, or kettle corn, or pumpkin pie.
Why yes, that is a 60-or-so-pound pumpkin she picked out. So far it’s just sitting on the back porch being worth $30, but I’m sure she’ll do something with it any day now.
But hey. A great day was had. Also I somehow came home with pumpkin bread, kettle corn, and some really great apple cider, so I’m counting it as a win.
Yeah, that’s going well. It’s been a busy week, what with people not at work and lots of kids having crises including my own and all that other life stuff that always pounces me when I’m trying to accomplish something. Not to mention a couple hours of Precious Therapy last night. >_>
So yeah. Somehow or other I haven’t managed any of the stuff on the list. Better change it up a bit.
Scribble wild ideas
Obsessively clean house to avoid NaNo planning
Run in circles flailing muppet arms
Infect others with NaNo-PANIC
Figure something out.
Yeah, that looks do-able. The last one is by far the toughest, but if I do the steps in order the rhythm should carry me through.
So I have a new habit. When I’m driving home from work, it tends to take me a while. When I’m driving back from appointments, I tend to get lost. And when I’m driving back from dinner and don’t have to be anywhere until bedtime…
Tonight we were tired, and there were coupons, so we went to Jack in the Box. On the way home we went looking at houses. For like, two hours. I got actually lost and turned around more than once, but it was awesome. We saw some really pretty houses and we talked like, you know, people who like to be around each other, and it was pretty cool.
Then party-pooping whiny-pants insisted we go home so they could like, internet and/or go to bed. Sigh.
So anyway, thanks, my precious. Can’t wait to drive you again tomorrow.
I’m in my third semester of Spanish. Homework is due at 9 p.m. on Monday nights. No late work is accepted. Ever.
That said, plenty of times in these three semesters I’ve been racing to get my homework submitted on time. I even installed StayFocusd on my favorite browser, Chrome, to make sure I didn’t do anything BUT work for three hours a night.
Except tonight when I tried to go to the voiceboard to submit my last assignment, StayFocusd asked, “Shouldn’t you be working?” and blocked the voiceboard.
You can’t disable StayFocusd when it’s on. It’s on from 6:30 to 9:30. Homework’s due at nine.
Stay calm. I went (ugh!) to Internet Explorer. My Firefox hasn’t been working lately, and I hadn’t taken the time to track down the problem, and NOW was clearly not the time…so off to IE I went.
IE loaded the entire page except the voiceboard.
Try Chrome again. Sometimes StayFocusd blocks something by accident. See if it–augh, no!
Close IE, reopen it. Look for popup blockers or anything else that might be interfering but damned if I know how to properly smack IE, seeing how I never use it.
Okay, desperation time. Uninstall Firefox, go get a hopefully-clean copy, re-install.
“Firefox is already running but is not responding.” No, it’s NOT running, I haven’t been able to open it in two weeks.
Google says “restart your computer,” but I’ve DONE that several times since Firefox stopped working.
Finally, a clue– Firefox may not have erased the “parent.lock” file when I last exited it. Search %appdata%/roaming/something or other to find it.
Not there. Search the whole computer for “parent.lock.” The only one that comes up is for Thunderbird. Close Thunderbird, delete it, try again.
“Firefox is already running but is not responding.”
All right, damn it. Go up from Thunderbird in the files, find Mozilla Firefox (not under Firefox, KD), drill down, and look–right in plain sight though my search couldn’t find it, “parent.lock.”
Delete file, hold breath, confirm I want to delete file, still holding breath, click on Firefox.
And that, dear friends, is why you never let your homework wait to the last minute.
In other news, NaNo planning seems to…not be happening. I’m hoping the muses are actually going wild in there and just not telling me yet, because man…feeling unprepared here. I’m trying to have faith, though. Even more than everything else I’ve written, my Hiro books in the past have come out of just about nowhere. It might be that all I have to do is close my eyes and type.
Seriously, been having a tough time getting ANYTHING done lately. I’ve been working late a lot, and by the time I get home, get dinner dealt with, get dishes done, get to my desk, at least poke at homework…well, by the time I could possibly turn to anything like–oh, I don’t know, NANO PLANNING or blog posting or even clearing my desk off, the Get Up and Go has got up and went.
I hate when my real life–my writing, my blog, my creativity–suffer at the hands of my “real” life. I’ve been good at not letting that happen, but not so much of late.
And now my cat shows up wanting pets. I can give him thirty seconds…
…so then. Umm, not much going on in my life but work, of late. I did sell, at last, the old car. I got sniffly about it–she’s been good to me for something like thirteen years.
The old Corolla
Not so sniffly I decided to return the new one, though.
Here’s a pic of a bunch of weird people gathered around my precious when we went to Yuma this weekend.
I’m 43 and I’m trying to learn how to be more responsible with money. I’m trying to remind myself that if I want THAT, I may have to learn to do without THIS.
With that in mind, yesterday I took a certain amount of cash, and resolved not to spend any more than that, and I went looking for a kitchen table. (We have one, and it’s tiny. It’s basically a café table. Which is fine when only one or two people may ever need it. If you want three people to eat a meal together, they need to be extremely friendly, graceful, and not hungry.)
So yes. Kitchen table. I started my hunt in thrift stores, because you can find nicer stuff for less there.
I resisted even looking at the books. I walked past the pretty clothes and the Halloween treasures. I picked up many things that I then dutifully walked myself back and put away.
Sometimes you find something you have to buy. Sometimes you find yourself in a store, with exactly the amount of money you can spend, looking for one specific thing you need to buy, and then you find something else that you need in your life. Maybe that you need MORE than you need that other thing that you were looking for.
I’m informed my exact words were “do I actually need–why am I even asking? Of COURSE I need a jellyfish paperweight that glows in the dark.”
Here’s what it looks like in the light.
Here’s what it looks like when I take it into my closet.
I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time in my closet in the last 24 hours, snickering at my jellyfish and no that’s not a euphemism stop that.
So I got my car. Today I got my GPS system. That’s the one we had in the rental car in Florida. I can set it to speak Australian English. I spent a lot of enjoyable time arguing with “Lee” in Florida. Can’t wait to argue Arizona highway silliness with him.
I want to go.
My friend in Illinois says I should fill up, input her address and go. I want to, so much! My friend in Yuma (only three hours away!) is getting a visit, but that’s not till Saturday.