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It Came Down From The Sky
Sep. 28th, 2009 10:04 am...in this case, a crap-load of rain, which has been falling all night, and shows no apparent sign of letting up anytime soon. This morning we had to put Cal in a raincoat and boots for the first time all year, and he wasn't happy with the idea at all. I guess I'll see what the fallout was from that when I pick him up; must remember to put a pair of indoors shoes in his backpack tomorrow, so he can change into them at SK.
The weekend was fun in places, but a gauntlet of sociability overall, which isn't my favorite thing. Friday we had Cal's actual birthday party, at Mom's; Saturday I went to a friend's baby shower, which necessitated a trip to Oakville; Sunday was the "official" party at his other grandparents', in Mississauga. Lots of travel, some trauma, expectations met and not met, etc.; Mom kept making snide or weird comments about various behaviors (Steve being in intestinal distress and/or falling asleep whenever you leave him for five minutes, me not being able to read her mind and/or not handling Cal the way she would), which eventually led to me snapping: "You know, could we maybe stop playing the game where I can never quite pee fast enough for your liking, or whatever time I spend in the bathroom is always "too long" generally? I didn't love it when I was ten, fourteen, eighteen and twenty-five, but as I approach my mid-forties, it's really gettin' old."
Then again, that all probably sounds like PMS talking, to me. Or maybe it might have to do with the fact that we're stony broke yet again...absolutely nothing in the pot 'til Wednesday, when Steve gets paid. So broke we had to pay our way to Mississauga with change-rolls--you know, that broke. (And wasn't it fun when Mom suddenly said: "Hey, Steve, just pick my ticket up for me and I'll pay you back, okay?" Wasn't that fun? Laugh? I nearly died.)
Anyhow. Monday again, and I need to get up on the horse--finish up Chapter Fifteen, do the next split, so on, so on. I've modified my diet to try and lose some weight before the operation; guess we'll see how that works. Just cut out the white (breads, pasta, rice) and reduce the sugar, filling up on protein and vegetables to offset hunger; it's a popular strategy, so that must count for something. (I'm also practicing portion control by using bowls instead of plates.)
Oh, and: On Friday we saw Pandorum, which I really liked, and Steve had some problems with--he wanted more character development throughout, which wasn't really possible, given the scenario. ("Now that we've barely escaped from the last in a series of life-threatening situations and just learned we have a very restricted timeline within which to do a dangerous task that will determine whether we all die horribly, let's sit down and talk a spell! Tell me about your issues.") I may elaborate on this mini-review later on, but what worked for me was that it hit quite a few of my bone-deep fears at once, and trod on them with heavy, consistent feet. (That and Ben Foster, 'course. In a starring role. As a fairly normal guy. Who'd thunk?)
All right, long enough. Back to it.
The weekend was fun in places, but a gauntlet of sociability overall, which isn't my favorite thing. Friday we had Cal's actual birthday party, at Mom's; Saturday I went to a friend's baby shower, which necessitated a trip to Oakville; Sunday was the "official" party at his other grandparents', in Mississauga. Lots of travel, some trauma, expectations met and not met, etc.; Mom kept making snide or weird comments about various behaviors (Steve being in intestinal distress and/or falling asleep whenever you leave him for five minutes, me not being able to read her mind and/or not handling Cal the way she would), which eventually led to me snapping: "You know, could we maybe stop playing the game where I can never quite pee fast enough for your liking, or whatever time I spend in the bathroom is always "too long" generally? I didn't love it when I was ten, fourteen, eighteen and twenty-five, but as I approach my mid-forties, it's really gettin' old."
Then again, that all probably sounds like PMS talking, to me. Or maybe it might have to do with the fact that we're stony broke yet again...absolutely nothing in the pot 'til Wednesday, when Steve gets paid. So broke we had to pay our way to Mississauga with change-rolls--you know, that broke. (And wasn't it fun when Mom suddenly said: "Hey, Steve, just pick my ticket up for me and I'll pay you back, okay?" Wasn't that fun? Laugh? I nearly died.)
Anyhow. Monday again, and I need to get up on the horse--finish up Chapter Fifteen, do the next split, so on, so on. I've modified my diet to try and lose some weight before the operation; guess we'll see how that works. Just cut out the white (breads, pasta, rice) and reduce the sugar, filling up on protein and vegetables to offset hunger; it's a popular strategy, so that must count for something. (I'm also practicing portion control by using bowls instead of plates.)
Oh, and: On Friday we saw Pandorum, which I really liked, and Steve had some problems with--he wanted more character development throughout, which wasn't really possible, given the scenario. ("Now that we've barely escaped from the last in a series of life-threatening situations and just learned we have a very restricted timeline within which to do a dangerous task that will determine whether we all die horribly, let's sit down and talk a spell! Tell me about your issues.") I may elaborate on this mini-review later on, but what worked for me was that it hit quite a few of my bone-deep fears at once, and trod on them with heavy, consistent feet. (That and Ben Foster, 'course. In a starring role. As a fairly normal guy. Who'd thunk?)
All right, long enough. Back to it.
