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06 March 2010 @ 01:34 am
I Swear It Will Be Done...  
I should be in bed, but I got waylaid by a couple of really good White Collar fics that I need to rec tomorrow, and I thought I'd mention last night's bizarro dream.

We have major basketball this weekend, with one game on Saturday for Lauren and then two games apiece for the kids on Sunday. The junior-NBA league they're in compacted the schedule so that the finale games could be played in our local NBA team's arena. This weekend is the end of regular season play (Lauren's team is guaranteed the finals), and then next weekend is playoffs (Christopher's team only, unless they beat everyone on Sunday and get an automatic finals seat).

So last night's dream? Playing basketball in some inter-office league with my co-workers, in a venue where there was a single basket and the floor was built into a stage and had stairs. Ankle-breaking territory! I was worried that my dribbling was not up to snuff, and that the basket was too high, which at least is a totally different variety of "incompetence" dream than I usually have. The carpeted floor and the half-deflated practice balls weren't much help...

So when will I have time to update my fic pages, some of which are almost a year behind? And I have stories to finish and new things to write-- will that happen? Or will I be frittering the weekend away on chores and watching the kids' games, and then dinking around on LJ late at night?

I think I managed 5-6 sentences on a Chuck/Casey story tonight, after checking in code at 11pm (slow builds today). Earlier, we watched White Collar on Hulu, and then got sucked into a documentary-thingy Robert Downey Jr. made on politics. He looks like a baby in this movie (@1992), and it's so sad watching his Dad talk about giving the kids pot and then saying "But he turned out okay!" when you know that RDJ was NOT okay and that he was headed for a crash that nearly finished him. *sigh* Disinterested and laissez-faire parents piss me off. It's just a different kind of abuse, even when it's unintentional.

JJjolietjones on March 6th, 2010 10:40 am (UTC)
LOL, you've had so much basketball going on in your life that you're even playing it in your sleep. Well at least you had clothes on, I'm usually topless in my anxiety dreams, oh and I can't see properly as I can't keep my eyes open. Oh for a dreamless night!

I've always been a big fan of RDJ.

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: IronManhalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2010 06:30 am (UTC)
Oh, I hate the topless/naked dreams, and the trying-to-run-but-legs-won't-work dreams and all the other anxiety dreams.

Never had one involving deflated basketballs and carpeted stairs on the playing floor before, though.

I have a real weakness for RDJ-- it's the eyes, I think. And the physique. But damn, mostly it's the eyes.
a rearranger of the proverbial bookshelf: White Collar - Nealembroiderama on March 6th, 2010 11:33 am (UTC)
I look forward to your White Collar recs. I've been reading a bit here and there in WC, but I don't know where the good stuff is. ;)

The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: White Collarhalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2010 06:31 am (UTC)
Hope to get them up tonight, or tomorrow at the latest. Busy day today, and I didn't get to the computer earlier!

I did rec some a few rec posts back, though-- check the tag.
bebeascarpetta on March 6th, 2010 01:15 pm (UTC)
I consider you to be one of the most competent people I know(just talking about writing up lists for camping;), but I know how that feeling keeps catching up with you.
As to disinterested parents-had to revise "Boot Camp" with Nicholas(was hoping against hope you might have heard my cry of despair)and was appalled to find out how many of those are still operative.
I haven't managed one sentence worth the paper I might write it on - but I made it through a weekend of filial tournaments(basketball all of them) without uttering a single syllable of "Well, you know, I might have written another chapter to one of my fics...."
Still, there are moments when I do find myself wondering if I'm the only one who does get a bit frazzled by the glory of motherhood and family life.(*headdesk*)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on March 7th, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)
Since my husband's disability for severe depression, followed by the whole cancer thing, I've been plagued with anxiety dreams in regular rotation. They pretty much boil down to "Incompetence" (usually, forgetting important things-- like that mysterious college class you could never remember to go to, and didn't drop in time), and "Isolation/Loneliness." Really, it's the stress of life showing up at night.

Wait, what did I miss with the Boot Camp disaster? I got really behind from about mid-December to February, and had to skim things to catch up, so I might have missed that.

Is this the "teacher takes all the kids out camping for the weekend, possibly alone because there are no parent volunteers" thing? :O

Mention "school liability" to the headmistress and see if she still thinks that's such a great idea...