Well, that was far more excitement than one wants at 6:20am on a Monday morning. We were getting Young Indiana’s bath ready, which involves running the water until it’s hot, then turning it off again because it gets so hot that you can’t put the plug in the tub. Young Indiana turned it off, but he turned it the wrong way (and I was using the toilet, so not standing over him to supervise) and the handle came off the faucet, causing scalding water to spurt up through the now-open…
Category: Daily Life
visits and gardens and things, oh my!
Our friend Kate came up from Cork to do family things, but we got to keep her overnight because we’re lucky. :) I obliged her to get her 10,000 steps for the year in a *second time* this year, the poor darling: we went hither and yon and to the Botanic Gardens for a picnic (and ended up on the evening news! if only for a moment or two! :) I’d download that and make a clip of just the bit with us except I can’t figure out how. Is…
weekend report
Yesterday morning I got out of bed and discovered I had screwed up my back somehow while sleeping. The weekend has not been *especially* fun, as a result. Despite this, I took Young Indiana to a movie this morning. He only lasted through 30 minutes of the film (Planes: too boring for a 3 year old) and we went to lunch and did some shopping afterward. He was incredibly, incredibly good and helpful and sweet, but I ended up carrying too much, and with my back hurting it just…yeah. God.…
weekend report, again
Apparently a weekend report is becoming a thing around here. Friday night I went to see City of Bones with fifteen or so close personal friends of Sarah Rees Brennan’s. I actually quite liked it, although as with Beautiful Creatures they rewrote the ending so completely that I don’t quite know how they intend to go forward, assuming they get to. But Lily Collins was good despite some laugh-out-loud clunky dialogue, and I liked the casting for almost everyone. There were several times in the film I thought “God, if…
& that was the weekend
I keep not blogging because my life is so full of mundanity that there is no reason to blog about it. For example, Saturday’s excitement was getting up at 5:30am, a time when no one in Ireland is awake unless they’re coming at it from the other side, walking 9.5 miles and, instead of getting to spend the evening alone eating popcorn and ice cream and watching Kate & Leopold, spent it first trying and then failing to keep the child who awakened at 5:30am in bed until 10:30 when…