January 23rd, 2006


Chapter 496. Wherein the hermit reveals herself to be almost social.

I was feeling horrible on Friday. Not specifically horrible, although if you really want I can recount some pretty gross-sounding symptoms, but horrible enough to mean that I spent the day on the couch dozing, checking email, noting things I had to do for work when I felt better, dozing again....

Saturday we cleaned and shopped and took care of various chores in preparation for Peaches birthday slumber party. I know, my parents arrived on the 13 to start celebrating and it's now the 23rd and the celebrations are unlikely to stop until this weekend, but it's like keeping the spirit of Christmas all year long - birthdays should come with a 10-day Bacchanalia.

Our house was duly invaded by 13- and 14-year-old girls, and come morning, after all all-night orgy of pizza, soda, cake and candy, my child asked with a completely straight face if I'd take her to the doctor. Yes, I laughed right out loud.

Sunday, blythe025 and alleahna and her husband came over for movies, dim sum and silly games. And man, there were movies, there was dim sum, there were silly games. This is a group who cuts no slack for anyone. At one point, when the Pirate looked to be close to winning, the entire group dogpiled on him in a manner that forced his retreat and occasioned raised eyebrows from him for the remainder of the afternoon. No blood, however, was shed. All in all, we had a fabulous time, and I think that our next venture will be SAUSAGE MAKING!! Chicken/apple/cranberry sausage. And we'll eat it with garlic mashed potatoes and other yummies and play more games. I'm not entirely sure when this will happen, but it'll be good.

If It Weren't Broken, The Lightbulb Above My Head Would Be On

So...it's a well-known fact that technology hates me. My computers have failed, I've gone through four iPods (maybe it's only three), I use up a set of noise-cancelling headphones every six months. In general, if you have to push a button to make it work, it won't work for me.

Please refer to my last post, wherein I describe our thorough routing of the Pirate at one particular juncture in the narrative.

And then this morning: my cell phone was dead. I plugged it in, and once plugged in, it informed me that it was now roaming. WTF?

The sound card on my work laptop is no longer functioning.

The fax machine here works for the person who sent a fax right before me, and for the person who sent a fax right after me, but not for me. The suggestion was that I let someone else send it for me.

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The Pirate and I had a discussion not long ago about the fact that he married into a family of goddesses. On our wedding day, my sister and I quarreled so hard that it created a storm all up and down the coast of California (Xmas, 2003), I've had fevers that have burned holes in my clothes, and my children are goddesses in their own rights. The older is the goddess of compassion (and naturally very modest about it) and while I tell people that the younger one is the goddess of wisdom, she is just as quick to remind them that she is also the goddess of war. He has said that it's hard being a mere mortal in a household of goddesses, but I wonder....

this can't possibly be a coincidence....