It's Easter. Am I heathen for not wanting to go to church?
Getting 4 kids around, then picking at them for not sitting still (when I want to fidget myself), making them behave (when I'm bored enough to act out) and chastising them for bad behavior all the way home...the whole idea just wears me out.
And I'm sure it's not leaving a good impression of church, God or ritual with them either. Maybe we'll worship at home in a way that isn't stressful on Mom.
And I've been up since the stupid cat dragged in a cardinal this morning. The poor bird was still alive. Rustling and squawking are not a pleasant wake-up call. Must get window fixed so cat stays in.
Note to self: yarn needles and French Vanilla pudding
On the fannish front:
Luke is finished, except for embroidering his face. Not bad. Han is next. Or maybe Leia. I'm afraid Vader's going to kick my butt. He's looking like a lot of embroidery.
And I did some writing. The memoir fic is getting darker by the page. The problem is the frst person PoV doesn't let us see *why* it's all happening the way it is. The best I can think of is the Big Expositional Scene where Luke Explains It All. And I do hate those.
Also read in the remix pages. That looks like such fun.
The BNFs are all gafiating around here, and I feel so alone. ;-)
Following the kerfuffles in Firefly makes me glad I never got big on the fandom. Also makes me think twice about vidding. But the vidding has me in thrall even harder than the photo manips do. I literally dream about making videos. I really need the equipment.
Rewrote the ending of "Invitations" so it's a little less depressing. J over at "Imperium" likes slightly less gloomy ends.
The kids are getting excited about the trip to KC. I am too. My dad is too, I can tell. Dollface is crazy about her "gampaw." She's pretty crazy about her "Gampaw joe" too (mom's husband). And Obi is ready to beat him at some more chess.
Monday, dentist. Velveteen Rabbit dress rehersals.
May 2, cub scout advancement
May 10, mail afghan to jkb
May 17, sister's birthday
May 20, pack and be ready to leave.
Mmm, Wal-Mart brand cinnamon rolls (in the tube) are good. Cinnamony, buttery, and good.
And next year, son wants to do peep art: The Fellowship of the Peeps.
And egg art: The Eggpire strikes back. (Smoochie Han Leia eggs, Luke & Vader duelling eggs, a Yoda egg)
I have a strange son...