It is a windy day in Texas. Sunny but windy. The squirrels are out in force, raiding the bird feeder we hung for mocking birds. Tulip is fascinated. The squirrels have no shame and they sometimes jump on windowsills to derisively fluff their tails and yell squirrel obscenities at the cats. We’re probably going to have to move the bird feeder, because they have gone through a large bag of seeds in a few weeks.
I don’t really mind feeding squirrels, but I do want the mocking birds to get some feed. They sing by our bedroom window during spring and summer. And squirrels aren’t exactly suffering. We have a large oak on the side of the house that has dropped enough acorns on my head for me to make irrational threats and kick it.
The neighborhood is changing. When we moved in, it was very firmly suburbia. It’s still suburbia, but now small quirky shops are opening here and there. We have not one but two comic shops. And a small boutique just opened by Randall’s grocery store. The kids visited it by themselves and bought me this cup.
It made me really happy. Sadly, I totally don’t “got this,” but the mug is encouraging. I like the message.
Today I need to write. The deadline is looming and the narrative has gone into a tail spin, because we’re systematically ruining all positive things about Kate’s life. Kate has always been a good guy. Upsetting that axis is fun, but takes a lot of work.
Today is also the day when the girls planned a kid day. Kid 2 is under a ridiculous amount of stress because of her IB program. Kid 1 is under a ridiculous amount of stress because she failed to get her meningitis shot to her college and now has to take a break until summer. Well, she did get the records to them on the day they were due, but it took them 48 hours to process it and she got booted from the schedule and then couldn’t get back in because her classes were full. The self-flagellation about having to take a break was epic, but she already got a job, so I guess that’s the plan for the next three months. She is enrolling over the summer to try to catch up.
I had reminded her about the shot, but at some point you have to stop back and say things like, “You’re an adult. Handle your things.” For the most part, she always does. It’s very unusual for her to miss a deadline.
Their plan is to occupy the living room and watch a marathon of Game of Thrones. Kid 2 barely has time to watch TV so she is behind. My role in all of this is to provide mountains of homemade sushi rolls. I am cooking six cups of rice, I have bought a good cut of salmon, tuna, and veggies, and for some odd reason Kid 1 is determined to try Vienna sausages in her sushi roll, so I’ll be rolling that, too. I’m informed that they will be getting matching tattoos when Kid 2 hits eighteen. The tattoos will say, “Things I do for love.” ::pauses for collective groan from Game of Thrones’ fans:: They think it’s funny. They’re rooting for Tyrion Lannister and Daenerys, so as far as they are concerned, every one else is clear for dying. Well, except John Snow, because he’s handsome.
Gordon is playing Fallout. Fallout 4 has probably contributed greatly to his recovery, because he needs two hands to play. The incisions have healed and he is going to physical therapy. The doctor prescribed Mobic, but after reading the side effects, Gordon decided that ibuprofen will be fine.
Yesterday he spontaneously dragged me out of the house on a date. We went to Alamo and watched Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies, which I loved. It was campy, and hilarious, and managed to sneak in some social commentary, but mostly it was very self-aware. It didn’t try for subtlety, it just went straight for the zombie killing and snark. I saw one review that said, “Both pride and prejudice still play their parts, but now in service to one tediously repeated joke: the sight of a gentleman or a lady, together or alone, playing cards or ballroom dancing, fatally swarmed by devouring zombies.” I don’t think the reviewer understands what zombie movies are. There must be swarms of zombies. That is, in fact, the entire point.
So anyway, if you want to see a funny popcorn flick, go. Especially if you’re familiar with the original work. I laughed several times.
And now I have to go and write.