May 24th, 2012


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Christopher's play went really well last night! No pictures yet, but we sure enjoyed it.

Today, I'm trying to wake up (my brain is slow) and make headway on debugging at work. I also need to muster energy for my midday bike ride, which will be windy. :0

Still working on the drabbles from last night. I finished two of them already! Feels good to write completed things quickly, instead of my weekly Idol slaving.

HalfshellHusband finally has a surgery date for hip-replacement. \o/ It's August 11, which is later than we'd hoped (i.e., June). This will make the beginning of the school year tricky, as HSH is our stay-at-home parent and chauffer, and both kids are in different schools that they can't get to on their own. I work out of town 3 days a week, so this will be a logistical challenge. The doctor says the non-driving period won't be the 3 months threatened in some cases. Now, we're just worrying about how well the surgery will go. HSH has a neurological condition that makes his muscles tense all the time (even under general anaesthesia), and that proved problematic when the original surgeon tried to align the seven broken pieces of his femur and secure them to a plate. This should be three connections, though, and all of that damaged bone will be removed. I hope it takes his pain with it.

So, any plans for the 3-day weekend (folks in the U.S. who will have one)? I need to make some plans before I fritter away the time doing nothing. I foresee a trip to a plant nursery, and some touch-up painting, but what else?

Fantasy Forest

Original Fic Drabble: "Bedtime Stories" (G)

Bedtime Stories
Original Fiction Drabble
Rating: G
Summary: There once was a wolf…
Author's Note: For jeza_jezaro, who requested Bedtime Stories and original fiction.


There once was a wolf, or a woodsman (or both), in a deep, dark forest where anything might happen…

But those are daytime stories, those witches and lost little girls, better suited to waking hours than the impressionable edge of sleep.

Instead, come close and we'll explore tales of adventurous mice, of frogs with motorcars—or modern stories with dancing alligators or neighborly robot families.

It isn't that there are no wolves (animal or otherwise), or misfortunes vast enough to seem a curse. It is that you are still so beautifully innocent.

For now, the wonder of imagination is enough.

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