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May. 30th, 2002 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrI worked eleven and a half hours at the day job today. Exhausted. Obviously, no work on fiction tonight.
A bat got into our bedroom last night (1:30 a.m.). We handled it according to our respective job descriptions: I do spiders. Rob does bats. He whapped it with a legal pad and booted it out the back door. It was gone this morning which means it presumably recovered from its dreadful experience and is now back in our attic. We'll have to stuff the cracks with steel wool and insulation again. I used the hour lost in the middle of the night dealing with this emergency as an excuse to blow off my morning workout.
Have picked up and started American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I feel guilty because I'm supposed to be working on the manuscript for Lois' next Chalion book. Next, Lois, I promise.
Upstairs is still a mess because the painting in the girls' bedroom still isn't done (trim and windows to go). Stuff is all over my office floor and hallway and girls are sleeping on the foldout couch in the living room.
Feel hot, sweaty, exhausted, irritable. Sometimes it really sucks being a super-Mom. I've really drawn on my internal reservoir of resilience down to the bottom.
Have been tempted to respond to what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
johnwalton has called his "queer rant." But am too tired and I figure I already wrote a novel on the subject, which John's already read. (And liked it, too, I'm happy to say). If anyone else wants to know my opinion on the subject of the weird confluence of religion and homosexuality, read The Wild Swans.
Friday night is my regular Mom's night out, and I am uncomfortably aware that I've been getting into a rut about it. Too often, I resort to going to one of my favorite restaurants, ordering something I've ordered before, and then ending the evening watching a movie, or going to a coffee shop or a bookstore. I'm throwing out a challenge: suggest something different for me to do, something I've probably never done before. Any ideas for me? Let me know! Thanks.
Peg
A bat got into our bedroom last night (1:30 a.m.). We handled it according to our respective job descriptions: I do spiders. Rob does bats. He whapped it with a legal pad and booted it out the back door. It was gone this morning which means it presumably recovered from its dreadful experience and is now back in our attic. We'll have to stuff the cracks with steel wool and insulation again. I used the hour lost in the middle of the night dealing with this emergency as an excuse to blow off my morning workout.
Have picked up and started American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I feel guilty because I'm supposed to be working on the manuscript for Lois' next Chalion book. Next, Lois, I promise.
Upstairs is still a mess because the painting in the girls' bedroom still isn't done (trim and windows to go). Stuff is all over my office floor and hallway and girls are sleeping on the foldout couch in the living room.
Feel hot, sweaty, exhausted, irritable. Sometimes it really sucks being a super-Mom. I've really drawn on my internal reservoir of resilience down to the bottom.
Have been tempted to respond to what
johnwalton has called his "queer rant." But am too tired and I figure I already wrote a novel on the subject, which John's already read. (And liked it, too, I'm happy to say). If anyone else wants to know my opinion on the subject of the weird confluence of religion and homosexuality, read The Wild Swans.Friday night is my regular Mom's night out, and I am uncomfortably aware that I've been getting into a rut about it. Too often, I resort to going to one of my favorite restaurants, ordering something I've ordered before, and then ending the evening watching a movie, or going to a coffee shop or a bookstore. I'm throwing out a challenge: suggest something different for me to do, something I've probably never done before. Any ideas for me? Let me know! Thanks.
Peg
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Friday *night* makes it harder --
Date: 2002-05-30 10:16 pm (UTC)As for other specifics, if you like this sort of thing, is there a pottery-painting store in your area? Over here, there are a few shops that have plates and mugs and whatnot to paint; you pay by the item/hour, have them fired, and pick them up next time. You can paint them just for fun, make neat things for yourself or others, or—if you get really upset—you can always break them. Much easier than fiddling with greenware! even if the glaze choices are somewhat more limited. As for other, non-class things, some people swear by a manicure/pedicure; I've never tried one. For broadening dinner horizons, if you had more energy, I'd suggest having a 'theme' night: pick the movie/concert/play/musical you want to see and then find an ethnic restaurant to go with it. As it is, check the local paper's reviews and see what looks good, or get a rec from a friend. Take lovely stationery to the coffee shop and write gen-u-ine snail-mail (even just a quick note) to those relatives and old friends who're not on the Net. Address your winter holiday cards early (kidding!). There's always finding a number of options (including some or even most of your current favorites), tossing them in a hat, and drawing them randomly on Friday afternoon (and if you don't like one, toss it back, who's to know?).
Peek at the visitor centers for more ideas. I'm currently eyeing the minneapolis.org GMCVA visitors page (which has a search for events coming up this weekend, as well as more regular goings-on). There's also the Minneapolis Institute of Arts and the City of Minneapolis leisure/recreation index (which, as it turns out, seems to have even more tourism links, so I'll stop here). And if you're really hard up, apparently you can always report a pothole. :D
My question for you is, what areas of your life do you feel you're 'missing,' if any? You'd mentioned your creative spark fizzing a bit, as I recall; any ideas as to what might help that? Any friends you haven't seen in ages who, rather than being stressful, are just plain fun to hang out with? Okay, questions. ::g:: Do you want to do something, or just relax and let the world float by? Do you feel you have enough greenery / fresh air / music in your life? ...Does just reading questions like these make you tired? (In which case, I'd suggest going back to the massage.)