Electric Grandmother

but I'm chronicling here, so.

I slept until about 11, on and off. But LD showed up about 11, looking for "COOKIES PLEASE!" And he's decided I'm not going back to sleep.

And it's probably best. My dreams are extraordinarily weird, which shouldn't be a surprise, I suppose, but now they're involving my biological mother, and that's not ordinarily a good thing.

I woke up, shaking, glad to be in my own bed, and not dealing with her crazy.

Horrible, I know. But I don't have time to mince words.

Mostly, when awake, my mind has been blank. This is very unusual for me. Usually my head is full of things, constantly whirling. And now there's just not a lot. Maybe it's too tired to whirl, maybe it's a defense mechanism. My MIL has kept saying that she hopes this one is easier than before. I hope so, too. Maybe my mind just doesn't want to let either of us down.

At times like this I want familiar, comforting things. There were some books I wanted to read by Connie Willis, but they don't seem to be available here. (Which is just insane, if you ask me. I could access them in the town where I was, but now in a bigger town, with a better library and real bookstores I can't? Absurd.) I should have bought them when I had the time. What I do have is Passage and The Doomsday Book. Both are about death. I thought it best to avoid those. I also have Impossible Things, but it's in a box ... somewhere.

Rice went to the library for me yesterday and picked up some Douglas Adams and Connie Willis' Fire Watch and . I've started Fire Watch, a collection of her early short stories. They're good so far, and comforting -- Willis' voice and quirky humor and clever mind coming through them all. At the same time, it's fascinating to read these and see how she'll develop into an even more complex and fabulous storyteller.

Someday, when I have more of my wits about me, I should do a more chronological study of Willis' work and study her development. It sounds like fun, and fruitful, too.

And now, I think I may go watch some House, M.D.,, which has also, very quickly, become incredibly comforting.*

*While in the ER last Friday, during the waiting in the private room, lying on the gurney, and during the examinations, and afterwards, Rice kept cracking jokes -- he knew I needed them -- and a lot of them had to do with House. Already it was a comfort for me. And I'd share some of them with you, but I don't know that any of you watch it regularly enough, especially from the beginning?

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (7) Share on Facebook		2007-07-01 12:01 PM not really much to say but I'm chronicling here, so. I slept until about 11, on and off. But LD showed up about 11, looking for "COOKIES PLEASE!" And he's decided I'm not going back to sleep. And it's probably best. My dreams are extraordinarily weird, which shouldn't be a surprise, I suppose, but now they're involving my biological mother, and that's not ordinarily a good thing. I woke up, shaking, glad to be in my own bed, and not dealing with her crazy. Horrible, I know. But I don't have time to mince words. Mostly, when awake, my mind has been blank. This is very unusual for me. Usually my head is full of things, constantly whirling. And now there's just not a lot. Maybe it's too tired to whirl, maybe it's a defense mechanism. My MIL has kept saying that she hopes this one is easier than before. I hope so, too. Maybe my mind just doesn't want to let either of us down. At times like this I want familiar, comforting things. There were some books I wanted to read by Connie Willis, but they don't seem to be available here. (Which is just insane, if you ask me. I could access them in the town where I was, but now in a bigger town, with a better library and real bookstores I can't? Absurd.) I should have bought them when I had the time. What I do have is Passage and The Doomsday Book. Both are about death. I thought it best to avoid those. I also have Impossible Things, but it's in a box ... somewhere. Rice went to the library for me yesterday and picked up some Douglas Adams and Connie Willis' Fire Watch and . I've started Fire Watch, a collection of her early short stories. They're good so far, and comforting -- Willis' voice and quirky humor and clever mind coming through them all. At the same time, it's fascinating to read these and see how she'll develop into an even more complex and fabulous storyteller. Someday, when I have more of my wits about me, I should do a more chronological study of Willis' work and study her development. It sounds like fun, and fruitful, too. And now, I think I may go watch some House, M.D.,, which has also, very quickly, become incredibly comforting.* While in the ER last Friday, during the waiting in the private room, lying on the gurney, and during the examinations, and afterwards, Rice kept cracking jokes -- he knew I needed them -- and a lot of them had to do with House*. Already it was a comfort for me. And I'd share some of them with you, but I don't know that any of you watch it regularly enough, especially from the beginning? Read/Post Comments (7) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top