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May. 23rd, 2009 02:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altarflame*Annie comes from her bed, wrapped in a blanket, to the office where I'm wasting time on the internet in the middle of the night*
Annie: Where's Aaron?
Me: He thinks he's snuck into the tv room and restarted a movie without me knowing. Really I just don't care or feel like arguing with him right now.
Annie: Ha.
Me: You can go sneak with him, if you want, or you can tell him "Mom says you have to come to your bed" if you can't sleep in there by yourself.
Annie: *finger on her chin, sitting on the futon looking mad with power suddenly* Hmm...well well well. On the one hand, it would be nice to have a night where I went to sleep without him jumping all over me being annoying. On the other hand, sometimes his jokes are pretty funny and I was getting bored. *wanders out with the grin of a dictator*
So we're burning our way through HP and the Deathly Hallows, Annie and Aaron and I, and let me tell you internet...
I kept my composure together when Cedric died, when Sirius died, my voice quivered and my eyes filled with tears as I read Dumbledore's funeral to them, particularly where Hagrid is carrying the body and bawling. But we plowed through. I have done well this damn (literally) bloody book with Hedwig, with Mad-Eye, with all of it.
But Dobby. *big sigh*
I actually had to stop twice because I was commencing to SOB. It's just too damn horrible from their perspective.
'here lies Dobby, a free elf'
I swear.
Lychee season is in full swing and huge part of our lives right now. It boggles my mind to imagine many people reading this who have never even heard of or seen a lychee. It is a pink or reddish fruit with hard, bumpy skin, on the outside, that is the most sweet delicious perfection of clearish-white texture inside...there is no describing it. Lychees are bigger than grapes but smaller than peaches. Honestly my friend Kristin is right on when she calls them "testicle fruit", as far as size and shape :p But I digress.
They are only available for two months out of the year. They are feverishly in demand. I know of a woman running a successful local business making the best sorbet EVER out of them, and Grant is helping the winery get their lychee grove videos up. I've propositioned two neighbors with trees covered in underripe ones, so far, asking if we can help them harvest those luscious things, but both said someone else has already paid for them in advance.
We stopped at one of a dozen roadside stands that has sprung up selling them, on the way out to pick up our co-op produce the other day. The lady there amazingly charged me only $3 per pound for them still on twigs, and the kids were INSANELY EXCITED and then, after we got our produce, we saw trees of them near the street out in the Redlands (farming area adjacent to Homestead) surrounded by police tape with signs saying, "Thieves will be shot".
We told everyone at PATH about it as we passed around our giant 5 pound bag of them and as everyone stood around with their sticky fingers there was a lot of understanding nodding - "Lychees are serious business" seemed to be the concensus ;)
It's raining and storming almost everyday, which I am loving.
I've been cooking like mad.
Elise is driving me NUTS, going through some kind of ultra-clingy regressive phase and wanting to nurse in the night and follow me around whining all day, and climb into my lap moaning and grabbing at me everytime I sit down. Probably some kind of response to speaking in phrases and being out of diapers and feeling insecure. Blah, I hope it passes soon.
Grant and I are playing Scrabble constantly, which is a lot of fun.
Isaac and I are reading The BFG. He tells me every day about the dreams he had the night before. They are all borderline or complete nightmares, but he retells them very calmly and we laugh together about how silly they are (evil talking blueberries that want to bite his tongue if he tries to eat them? An octopus family in the bathtub?).
Jake is sweet and independant and affectionate and generally awesome. We hug and say mantra-like endearments throughout every day. "Sweet Mama!" he says and I say "Sweet Jakey!" back. Or I say, "Mama and Jakey" and he says, "Jakey and Mama!" Whenever Grant and I hug in his vicinity he comes over and asks for a sandwich, which is when we pick him up and hold him between us and he is overcome with bliss.
I stay up far too late every night and we're on a horrible schedule that I'm not terribly motivated to bother fixing.
My libido is out of control. I'm starting to think there is some kind of red alert alarm sounding in my body as my reproductive system panics that I've went so long without being pregnant. Unfortunately, mentally ok with being "done" as I am, these thoughts do nothing to stem the apparent biological emergency.
I'm in a very hermit-like state and it's kind of nice, after weeks and weeks oriented out of my house by hospitalized relatives...visiting them, phone updates, trips out of town, comparing notes with my sister on who has heard what most recently. I feel guilty because there is not really much of a change and some members of my extended family are still very preoccupied with these situations. But I also feel kind of relieved and am enjoying the break from it all. In an, "I hope I do not come to regret this period of rest in between phone calls for some horrible emotionally wraught reason" way.
Annie: Where's Aaron?
Me: He thinks he's snuck into the tv room and restarted a movie without me knowing. Really I just don't care or feel like arguing with him right now.
Annie: Ha.
Me: You can go sneak with him, if you want, or you can tell him "Mom says you have to come to your bed" if you can't sleep in there by yourself.
Annie: *finger on her chin, sitting on the futon looking mad with power suddenly* Hmm...well well well. On the one hand, it would be nice to have a night where I went to sleep without him jumping all over me being annoying. On the other hand, sometimes his jokes are pretty funny and I was getting bored. *wanders out with the grin of a dictator*
So we're burning our way through HP and the Deathly Hallows, Annie and Aaron and I, and let me tell you internet...
I kept my composure together when Cedric died, when Sirius died, my voice quivered and my eyes filled with tears as I read Dumbledore's funeral to them, particularly where Hagrid is carrying the body and bawling. But we plowed through. I have done well this damn (literally) bloody book with Hedwig, with Mad-Eye, with all of it.
But Dobby. *big sigh*
I actually had to stop twice because I was commencing to SOB. It's just too damn horrible from their perspective.
'here lies Dobby, a free elf'
I swear.
Lychee season is in full swing and huge part of our lives right now. It boggles my mind to imagine many people reading this who have never even heard of or seen a lychee. It is a pink or reddish fruit with hard, bumpy skin, on the outside, that is the most sweet delicious perfection of clearish-white texture inside...there is no describing it. Lychees are bigger than grapes but smaller than peaches. Honestly my friend Kristin is right on when she calls them "testicle fruit", as far as size and shape :p But I digress.
They are only available for two months out of the year. They are feverishly in demand. I know of a woman running a successful local business making the best sorbet EVER out of them, and Grant is helping the winery get their lychee grove videos up. I've propositioned two neighbors with trees covered in underripe ones, so far, asking if we can help them harvest those luscious things, but both said someone else has already paid for them in advance.
We stopped at one of a dozen roadside stands that has sprung up selling them, on the way out to pick up our co-op produce the other day. The lady there amazingly charged me only $3 per pound for them still on twigs, and the kids were INSANELY EXCITED and then, after we got our produce, we saw trees of them near the street out in the Redlands (farming area adjacent to Homestead) surrounded by police tape with signs saying, "Thieves will be shot".
We told everyone at PATH about it as we passed around our giant 5 pound bag of them and as everyone stood around with their sticky fingers there was a lot of understanding nodding - "Lychees are serious business" seemed to be the concensus ;)
It's raining and storming almost everyday, which I am loving.
I've been cooking like mad.
Elise is driving me NUTS, going through some kind of ultra-clingy regressive phase and wanting to nurse in the night and follow me around whining all day, and climb into my lap moaning and grabbing at me everytime I sit down. Probably some kind of response to speaking in phrases and being out of diapers and feeling insecure. Blah, I hope it passes soon.
Grant and I are playing Scrabble constantly, which is a lot of fun.
Isaac and I are reading The BFG. He tells me every day about the dreams he had the night before. They are all borderline or complete nightmares, but he retells them very calmly and we laugh together about how silly they are (evil talking blueberries that want to bite his tongue if he tries to eat them? An octopus family in the bathtub?).
Jake is sweet and independant and affectionate and generally awesome. We hug and say mantra-like endearments throughout every day. "Sweet Mama!" he says and I say "Sweet Jakey!" back. Or I say, "Mama and Jakey" and he says, "Jakey and Mama!" Whenever Grant and I hug in his vicinity he comes over and asks for a sandwich, which is when we pick him up and hold him between us and he is overcome with bliss.
I stay up far too late every night and we're on a horrible schedule that I'm not terribly motivated to bother fixing.
My libido is out of control. I'm starting to think there is some kind of red alert alarm sounding in my body as my reproductive system panics that I've went so long without being pregnant. Unfortunately, mentally ok with being "done" as I am, these thoughts do nothing to stem the apparent biological emergency.
I'm in a very hermit-like state and it's kind of nice, after weeks and weeks oriented out of my house by hospitalized relatives...visiting them, phone updates, trips out of town, comparing notes with my sister on who has heard what most recently. I feel guilty because there is not really much of a change and some members of my extended family are still very preoccupied with these situations. But I also feel kind of relieved and am enjoying the break from it all. In an, "I hope I do not come to regret this period of rest in between phone calls for some horrible emotionally wraught reason" way.
