R e a l i t y F i s h

A nice shot of fermentation for breakfast

Robin G — Thu, 20 Jan 2011 14:32:26 +0000

As a general rule, it’s a good idea not to leave bread rising overnight. Especially when you’re making a honey bread and have EXTREMELY active yeast.

It’s baking now. I expect The Wookiee and I will be a bit drunk after we have our toast.

Ooookay.

Robin G — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 14:27:05 +0000

Still alive. Let’s see if I can ease back into this whole blogging thing, shall we?

For the record, I wrote 350k+ words last year. My kitchen is a mess.

Almost done.

Robin G — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 21:17:09 +0000

I’m nearing the end of a seriously engrossing project. Then I will be back.

Looking forward to being done with this. The project, not the blog.

Dodgeball

Robin G — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 22:49:05 +0000

Things I’m avoiding:

bills
cleaning
cooking
eating
this blog

Things I’m not avoiding:

baseball
the f-word

I’m balanced. Really.

Damn it.

Robin G — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 19:54:09 +0000

Apparently I’ve pulled loose a cable in my netbook; the screen will only stay display when at a 45 degree angle.

For some reason, this costs more to fix than it would to replace the whole thing.

So annoyed.

Time Flying

Robin G — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 14:06:09 +0000

It’s staggering to me that The Rogue is six months old, and The Gambit is nearly two and a half. How did that happen?

The two of them get along like a house afire, which makes taking care of them freakishly easy. The Rogue babbles; I tell The Gambit to go take care of her; thirty seconds later she’s pulling his hair and he’s tickling her feet and they’re both laughing. If The Rogue is crying, The Gambit runs to get her bottle; if The Gambit is in the room and not paying attention to her, The Rogue tries to crawl to him. (She can’t quite crawl yet, but she’s got all the right positions down and she’s trying very hard.) While I overall detest people who look at little kids who are friends and go, “Oh, won’t it be great when they get married someday,” part of me is slightly hopeful. After all, if I’m taking care of them both, I can make sure they’re good enough for one another.

It’s all going by so, so fast.

Parental comfort

Robin G — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 16:45:32 +0000

There’s nothing like your father calling to make sure that, just in case you didn’t know, your nanny’s expected survival chances are 50%. Because you definitely need to know that right away. And it’s great that you’re coming home for Thanksgiving, because it’s not like your father’s saying she’ll be dead before then, but it’s best to be sure.

And Dad wonders why I dodge his phone calls.

Can’t even wrap my head around it.

Robin G — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 14:40:47 +0000

When I was young, I was cared for by a nanny. I use “nanny” in the same way here as I use it for myself; she didn’t live with us, but she came over every weekday from eight AM to four PM from when I was two until I was twelve (when my sister went to first grade). She acted as a housekeeper as well. When you have someone in your life for that long, someone who teaches you to jitterbug and how to make crab soup and always, no matter who crazy things get, shows you that you are loved unconditionally, “babysitter” isn’t a good enough word. She was and is, for all intents and purposes, my grandmother. And she is still in my life. One day, she will die — she’s in her eighties, though she hasn’t aged a day since she turned sixty and still works her garden every year — and I don’t know what I’ll do. There are simply people who are too big to die, people that are as much a steady part of existence as the sun and the moon, and there simply can’t be a world without them. It’s not possible. She has to out-live us all.

She has stage three breast cancer.

And then there was 225.

Robin G — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 13:01:37 +0000

Robin G: So, yeah, I’ve been pretty depressed this summer.

Psych: Mm-hmm. How so?

Robin G: Not really getting out of the house. Or showering. Or eating. When I do eat I throw up. Not all the time, just a lot of the time. The last few weeks have been better, though.

Psych: …

Robin G: On the plus side, I’ve been writing lots and have won some awards. So there’s a silver lining.

Psych: Oh, congratulations! Is that a sign of bettering health, do you think?

Robin G: Nope. Definitely a sign of worse.

Psych: …I think we should probably up your medication again.

Robin G: …can I finish my story first?

And then there are days…

Robin G — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 15:58:00 +0000

The Rogue is teething. The Gambit is screaming like a banshee in time out. I haven’t had breakfast or coffee.

I’m kind of wishing I could turn off the game and reboot the morning.