Stream of consciousness posting
Dec. 21st, 2006 01:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fantasticmuseIt occurred to me that I never really post about what my day to day life is like. I think I'll try that for a while, see if it's any more/less boring than anything else.
So this morning, when I woke up? It was raining. Rain and rain and rain falling down onto our driveway and the dead trees and the brown grass. This may not seem so strange, but let me remind you of two things. 1. It is 21 December and 2. MY HOME IS IN MINNESOTA. I should not even be able to see the grass at this point. Everything should be mind-blindingly white for a million miles. But it is not.
So, I got up, put on my robe and went downstairs. Where I decided that I hated everything and ranted about bastard politicians and global warming. I was, um. I was the only person awake in the house, but whatever. It made me feel better.
Then The Grandmother came over (She has yet to earn the affectionate title of Gran, today) and stole our christmas decorations to put up at her house. Yes. This is a thing that happens, I just go with it. She bitched a bit about my sleeping habits, the state of our basement and having to see our family for christmas. "But," she said brightly, "my back is feeling better!"
"Oh?" I say cautiously. "When did that happen?"
"Oh, this morning. I just woke up and it didn't hurt."
"Okay... did you do something different? Heating pad, anything?"
"Oh no! It just felt better!"
"Really? No advil or anything?"
"Well. I have been taking more muscle relaxers."
"..." "How much more?"
"Well, you're only supposed to take one at night..."
"..." *facepalm* "Look, Grandma. Go home and don't drive anymore today, okay?"
...yeah.
Anyway, then I woke the boy up (We don't use alarm clocks-- my parents wake me up, I wake my brother up and so it has been since the beginning of time) and bitched at him about global warming, politicians and The Grandmother. "Um," he said. "Before you get too worked up, why don't you look outside?"
So I did.
It was snowing. Big, fat, happy flakes of snow.
I'm okay now.
:)
So this morning, when I woke up? It was raining. Rain and rain and rain falling down onto our driveway and the dead trees and the brown grass. This may not seem so strange, but let me remind you of two things. 1. It is 21 December and 2. MY HOME IS IN MINNESOTA. I should not even be able to see the grass at this point. Everything should be mind-blindingly white for a million miles. But it is not.
So, I got up, put on my robe and went downstairs. Where I decided that I hated everything and ranted about bastard politicians and global warming. I was, um. I was the only person awake in the house, but whatever. It made me feel better.
Then The Grandmother came over (She has yet to earn the affectionate title of Gran, today) and stole our christmas decorations to put up at her house. Yes. This is a thing that happens, I just go with it. She bitched a bit about my sleeping habits, the state of our basement and having to see our family for christmas. "But," she said brightly, "my back is feeling better!"
"Oh?" I say cautiously. "When did that happen?"
"Oh, this morning. I just woke up and it didn't hurt."
"Okay... did you do something different? Heating pad, anything?"
"Oh no! It just felt better!"
"Really? No advil or anything?"
"Well. I have been taking more muscle relaxers."
"..." "How much more?"
"Well, you're only supposed to take one at night..."
"..." *facepalm* "Look, Grandma. Go home and don't drive anymore today, okay?"
...yeah.
Anyway, then I woke the boy up (We don't use alarm clocks-- my parents wake me up, I wake my brother up and so it has been since the beginning of time) and bitched at him about global warming, politicians and The Grandmother. "Um," he said. "Before you get too worked up, why don't you look outside?"
So I did.
It was snowing. Big, fat, happy flakes of snow.
I'm okay now.
:)
