Weekendy update.
Jul. 18th, 2011 09:45 amIt was a quiet weekend here at the Villa Sternberg. We went to Kouryou-chan's school Saturday morning in order to weed the front flower beds, which were desperately in need of some care. A lot of older bushes have died in this years's climate: wild temperature swings and bizarre dry/wet cycles have wreaked havoc on those plants that don't have daily attention. I played with the weed whacker until the line ran out, then pulled blackberry bushes, which seemed to be cropping up everywhere.
Storm, meanwhile, went to a performance of her hip-hop dance class up in Seattle proper, in the beautiful Jackson Street neighborhood, a lower-middle-class place just east of The International District that was full of Ethiopians, mostly. The Starbucks was full of men, almost entirely men, wearing either sport coats and knit shirts, or Brooks Brothers casual shirts and bomberesque jackets, talking in two or three languages I didn't know as their peers read the English-only newspaper. I spent a lot of the day just running around.
In the afternoon, one of Storm's friends came over and spent the night. She seemed like a nice kid, but her every story about her family was vaguely harrowing, full of physical aggression as a way of solving disputes. "We're very violent, but we all love each other." Uh, yeah. Omaha and I kept giving each other looks as she talked about her brothers and sisters during dinner.
Sunday was our monthly grocery run for staples. Costco's book section has been devastated by ebookery; it's half the size it used to be, and the usual selection of Ann Coulter and Glenn Beck's latest bizarrities makes me smile: when you end up in that pile, your run is entirely done. Since Beck just started flogging his book on his radio show, this shows he has no market.
On the way home, though, Omaha had a particularly nasty epileptic seizure. I pulled over to the shoulder, ran out into the rain to reach her side and lower her seat into a reclining position, then back to drive home as fast as I can. She was so limp when we got there it was hard to manhandle her into the house, and I had to put her down onto the grass at least once, getting her pants wet in the process. We did get her into bed, though, and she slept the better part of the late morning and early afternoon away.
We had our bi-weekly D&D game, but Omaha's brain was fuzzed and there were a lot of distractions. We made it through the main encounter of the day, but not much further than that. Omaha dropped out an hour early to go back to bed, and we didn't get to the whole "looting the monster's lair" part. Bummer that.
Storm was bored, since she doesn't play D&D. She invited a friend over, a boy this time, and they played Guitar Hero while the rest of us gamed. He seemed like a nice kid. I can't imagine anyone playing "Through the Fire and Flames" on extreme and winning anything.
I got the girls into bed, and the cats fed, and all that, but that was about it. There was no energy to do anything else. Despite that, I still had a bit of insomnia and was up until almost 11:30. Which was probably a good thing; it let me finish the last round of laundry I had scheduled for the day.
Storm, meanwhile, went to a performance of her hip-hop dance class up in Seattle proper, in the beautiful Jackson Street neighborhood, a lower-middle-class place just east of The International District that was full of Ethiopians, mostly. The Starbucks was full of men, almost entirely men, wearing either sport coats and knit shirts, or Brooks Brothers casual shirts and bomberesque jackets, talking in two or three languages I didn't know as their peers read the English-only newspaper. I spent a lot of the day just running around.
In the afternoon, one of Storm's friends came over and spent the night. She seemed like a nice kid, but her every story about her family was vaguely harrowing, full of physical aggression as a way of solving disputes. "We're very violent, but we all love each other." Uh, yeah. Omaha and I kept giving each other looks as she talked about her brothers and sisters during dinner.
Sunday was our monthly grocery run for staples. Costco's book section has been devastated by ebookery; it's half the size it used to be, and the usual selection of Ann Coulter and Glenn Beck's latest bizarrities makes me smile: when you end up in that pile, your run is entirely done. Since Beck just started flogging his book on his radio show, this shows he has no market.
On the way home, though, Omaha had a particularly nasty epileptic seizure. I pulled over to the shoulder, ran out into the rain to reach her side and lower her seat into a reclining position, then back to drive home as fast as I can. She was so limp when we got there it was hard to manhandle her into the house, and I had to put her down onto the grass at least once, getting her pants wet in the process. We did get her into bed, though, and she slept the better part of the late morning and early afternoon away.
We had our bi-weekly D&D game, but Omaha's brain was fuzzed and there were a lot of distractions. We made it through the main encounter of the day, but not much further than that. Omaha dropped out an hour early to go back to bed, and we didn't get to the whole "looting the monster's lair" part. Bummer that.
Storm was bored, since she doesn't play D&D. She invited a friend over, a boy this time, and they played Guitar Hero while the rest of us gamed. He seemed like a nice kid. I can't imagine anyone playing "Through the Fire and Flames" on extreme and winning anything.
I got the girls into bed, and the cats fed, and all that, but that was about it. There was no energy to do anything else. Despite that, I still had a bit of insomnia and was up until almost 11:30. Which was probably a good thing; it let me finish the last round of laundry I had scheduled for the day.
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