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New Year's Eve
Dec. 31st, 2017 01:46 pmAnd so I drag myself into the last day of the 2017 calendar year. If I'm being witchy about it, then I'm in the middle of my year, and new year isn't until Samhain in winter, when the Sun/Son God is reborn.
Either way, I'm utterly pooped today.
Yesterday, PizzaBoy and I took our two grandsons bowling. 2 games, and we scored a bunch of game tokens to use on the slot machines. When SecondGrandson won a plush dragon, there was nothing for it but to keep playing until we'd won a dragon for FirstGrandson(the technician who helped us re-set the machine and told us the claw thing was broken surreptitiously placed a dragon in the 'you won' slot, which we discovered several tries later), and then quite by accident, I managed to click the Instant Win light, and we got the third dragon for FirstGranddaughter. Whew! All bases covered.
Wrangling a near-five year old, a young near-four year old, and a husband prone to daydreaming is no mean feat, and by 11.30am, I was dragging.
Yes, I'd eaten a few lollies, and shared some of the boys' curly fries, which tasted of chicken salt and MSG, but none of that pepped me up for long.
It's the constant chat that I've always found wearing. The game of 'what colour car shall we look for' on the way to the bowling alley. The constant answering of 'whose turn is it now?'. Supervising turn taking. Helping them choose food treats. Chasing runaways. Putting SGS's shoes back on. Putting SGS's shoes back on. Putting SGS shoes... Talking about whether or not Grandma's car at home had been stolen by a naughty guy. Talking about why ibises are known as bin chickens, and why there are so many on the sports oval of Emmaus College. Giving TwentiesGirl and CarMan the rundown of the morning. Saying hello to FirstGranddaughter.
PB and I had a bit of lunch at Wholefood Merchants, and then I slept for two hours, but even that didn't help my deep exhaustion. I pushed myself to drive to the end of year dinner with my Mind Mapping Group, and it was a great evening.
Two of us have seen THE LAST JEDI, three have not. Trying to talk Star Wars without spoilers is harder than you might think, and the temptation to give out false spoilers impossible to resist.
"That scene where the Enterprise blows up the Death Star!"
"The Porg sex scene was unnecessary."
"When Leia finds out via time travel that she's Yoda's mother. Wow!"
With the three who haven't seen the movie rolling their eyes at the two of us who have come out of science fiction fandom, and know our Star Wars from our Star Trek from our Dr Who.
Then the 9pm drive home, and into bed. Upon which, my body and mind said: "Hey safe at home, you can relax," and perked right up until my herbal sleeping pills kicked in at 11pm. So I lie down. Tuck myself in. I'm ready for sleep. I do my sleep routine of starting to name things in alphabetical order(movies, countries, capital cities, the choice varies each night). I got as far as 'Far From the Madding Crowd' for book titles, and dozed, only to wake again at midnight, and stay awake until after 3.30am. Back to sleep, awake at 7am.
I am the Baggy-Eyed Creature From the Brown Couch today.
I had plans to start reading Neil Gaiman's 'Norse Gods' today. Alas, not enough concentration, so I'm about to flop sideways and read 'Chalk', which might be a bit lighter going.
Happy New Year, if that's what it is for you, and I'll see you in 2018.
Either way, I'm utterly pooped today.
Yesterday, PizzaBoy and I took our two grandsons bowling. 2 games, and we scored a bunch of game tokens to use on the slot machines. When SecondGrandson won a plush dragon, there was nothing for it but to keep playing until we'd won a dragon for FirstGrandson(the technician who helped us re-set the machine and told us the claw thing was broken surreptitiously placed a dragon in the 'you won' slot, which we discovered several tries later), and then quite by accident, I managed to click the Instant Win light, and we got the third dragon for FirstGranddaughter. Whew! All bases covered.
Wrangling a near-five year old, a young near-four year old, and a husband prone to daydreaming is no mean feat, and by 11.30am, I was dragging.
Yes, I'd eaten a few lollies, and shared some of the boys' curly fries, which tasted of chicken salt and MSG, but none of that pepped me up for long.
It's the constant chat that I've always found wearing. The game of 'what colour car shall we look for' on the way to the bowling alley. The constant answering of 'whose turn is it now?'. Supervising turn taking. Helping them choose food treats. Chasing runaways. Putting SGS's shoes back on. Putting SGS's shoes back on. Putting SGS shoes... Talking about whether or not Grandma's car at home had been stolen by a naughty guy. Talking about why ibises are known as bin chickens, and why there are so many on the sports oval of Emmaus College. Giving TwentiesGirl and CarMan the rundown of the morning. Saying hello to FirstGranddaughter.
PB and I had a bit of lunch at Wholefood Merchants, and then I slept for two hours, but even that didn't help my deep exhaustion. I pushed myself to drive to the end of year dinner with my Mind Mapping Group, and it was a great evening.
Two of us have seen THE LAST JEDI, three have not. Trying to talk Star Wars without spoilers is harder than you might think, and the temptation to give out false spoilers impossible to resist.
"That scene where the Enterprise blows up the Death Star!"
"The Porg sex scene was unnecessary."
"When Leia finds out via time travel that she's Yoda's mother. Wow!"
With the three who haven't seen the movie rolling their eyes at the two of us who have come out of science fiction fandom, and know our Star Wars from our Star Trek from our Dr Who.
Then the 9pm drive home, and into bed. Upon which, my body and mind said: "Hey safe at home, you can relax," and perked right up until my herbal sleeping pills kicked in at 11pm. So I lie down. Tuck myself in. I'm ready for sleep. I do my sleep routine of starting to name things in alphabetical order(movies, countries, capital cities, the choice varies each night). I got as far as 'Far From the Madding Crowd' for book titles, and dozed, only to wake again at midnight, and stay awake until after 3.30am. Back to sleep, awake at 7am.
I am the Baggy-Eyed Creature From the Brown Couch today.
I had plans to start reading Neil Gaiman's 'Norse Gods' today. Alas, not enough concentration, so I'm about to flop sideways and read 'Chalk', which might be a bit lighter going.
Happy New Year, if that's what it is for you, and I'll see you in 2018.