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gothams3rdrobin) wrote2006-07-02 10:12 pm
gothams3rdrobin) wrote2006-07-02 10:12 pm
Guh...
This was one of those weekends that was both okay and completely sucked at the same time.
This weekend was high-tide down Barry Island, so Mam and I took Rowan to the beach again early saturday morning. We got there about ten thirty, after a side-trip to Boots as I realised I was running low on sun-block, and we left at about one in the afternoon. Rowan shanghai'd Mam into making a sandcastle with him, so I took advantage of the peace and quiet to write some more of my latest Sports Night fic. I seem to only be able to write away from the house at the moment, and only in a notepad, which makes RPG writing really hard as it's so interactive.
After that, Mam wanted to go visit her former in-laws, who live nearby. Nana P has terminal cancer and I really didn't want to go, but it wasn't as if I had a choice. Last time I saw her was at Katie's christening, and she was telling everyone who spoke to her that she was 'on her last legs'.
See, this is where I come across as completely callous and uncaring but it really isn't the case. Nana P has been good to me my whole life - I'm not one of her real grandchildren, but she and Bampy have always treated me that way. I wish Mam would take a leaf out of their book when it comes to my neice Jodie, but that's an entirely different rant.
Anyway, needless to say Nana's not doing so good. She's a mere shadow of the tall, vibrant - if always old - woman I knew growing up, and I really didn't want to see her that way. The christening was bad enough. I guess I just don't like being around people that are dying, because I don't want to remember them like that when they're gone. I hate that my last memory of my grandfather was his body lying in his hospital room - it wasn't even as if he was sleeping. The spark that made him the person I knew was totally gone. Why couldn't it be the Boxing Day six weeks or so before that, when I could see he was in pain but he was still joking with me like everything was normal?
When I die, I want to go quickly so no-one has to sit at my bedside exchanging mournful glances with each other and talking meaningless platitudes at me.
Meh, I really don't express myself well where this stuff's concerned. S'why I rarely even try.
So anyway, after that we spent about half an hour at Cosmeston Lake 'cause I'd promised Rowan he could ride his bike for a bit, before we went to collect Dad from work. He and Mam were going to the theatre to see 'Cats' for their anniversary, so she wanted to get him home quickly to get cleaned up. Naturally he wasn't ready to go and we ended up waiting just over half an hour in the sweltering ASDA customer cafe before he finally clocked out for the day. Mam was pissed as she believed he was taking his time 'cause he didn't want to go out.
Why they didn't divorce twenty years ago I will never understand. Seriously.
They dropped us off at home, and the two of us relaxed for the rest of the night. I was delighted to find![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
catwalksalone had posted up the much anticipated Big Damn Sports Night Tale (aka 'The BDSNT', or it's official title 'Voice In The Wilderness' - and no I will not start humming the Cliff Richard song! *chuckles*), so I spent the rest of the evening reading that. I had to stop to watch Doctor Who and put Rowan to bed, but the story was worth waiting for.
Very little I can say about Doctor Who this week, other than I enjoyed it. I do wonder what the deal is with that building in Canary Wharf though - the one with the glass pyramid on the top. Ever since I saw it used in the remake of 'The Tomorrow People' I've noticed that British directors seem to have a fasination with it. It's in practically every establishing-shot of London's skyline, in the same way the Twin Towers used to be.
Rowan didn't go up to visit my in-laws today, as Keith had to work all day. So we had a lazy morning, doing a little laundry before heading out to the shops at lunchtime to get some supplies for the week. Even though we went to ASDA to collect Dad last night, I wasn't in the mood to do any shopping while we waited for him.
We had hot dogs for lunch then we made some apple crumble, and a chocolate cake. I haven't really tried either, though we did leave a portion of the crumble for Dad when we took their anniversary card to them. I have to confess it was all out of tins and packets, and I had to make it in a loaf tin as none of my pyrex was small enough! Rowan picked a chunk of the cake off while it was on the cooling rack, so I put it away out of reach and he didn't get any for his tea. Maybe tomorrow.
Since then I've mostly been fighting with Rowan over him going to sleep. *sigh* I put him to bed at seven thirty and at ten pm he's still pretty much awake. He even threw some of his stuff out his bedroom window! I dragged him outside, bum sore, to pick everything back up. I can't believe him sometimes...I know for a fact I was never like this as a kid. My mother always wondered when I was going to cause any trouble - but then when you grow up seeing the hassle your older siblings cause, you tend to behave yourself. At least that's my theory.
I've typed up the rest of the Sports Night fic, and I think it's pretty much finished. I'm wary of tweaking it too much, incase I make it worse. Hopefully I'll get around to posting it soon. Would be nice to get the others finished too.
Think I'll go check on the ginger horror one last time, then go soak in the bath for a few minutes before I call it a night.
This weekend was high-tide down Barry Island, so Mam and I took Rowan to the beach again early saturday morning. We got there about ten thirty, after a side-trip to Boots as I realised I was running low on sun-block, and we left at about one in the afternoon. Rowan shanghai'd Mam into making a sandcastle with him, so I took advantage of the peace and quiet to write some more of my latest Sports Night fic. I seem to only be able to write away from the house at the moment, and only in a notepad, which makes RPG writing really hard as it's so interactive.
After that, Mam wanted to go visit her former in-laws, who live nearby. Nana P has terminal cancer and I really didn't want to go, but it wasn't as if I had a choice. Last time I saw her was at Katie's christening, and she was telling everyone who spoke to her that she was 'on her last legs'.
See, this is where I come across as completely callous and uncaring but it really isn't the case. Nana P has been good to me my whole life - I'm not one of her real grandchildren, but she and Bampy have always treated me that way. I wish Mam would take a leaf out of their book when it comes to my neice Jodie, but that's an entirely different rant.
Anyway, needless to say Nana's not doing so good. She's a mere shadow of the tall, vibrant - if always old - woman I knew growing up, and I really didn't want to see her that way. The christening was bad enough. I guess I just don't like being around people that are dying, because I don't want to remember them like that when they're gone. I hate that my last memory of my grandfather was his body lying in his hospital room - it wasn't even as if he was sleeping. The spark that made him the person I knew was totally gone. Why couldn't it be the Boxing Day six weeks or so before that, when I could see he was in pain but he was still joking with me like everything was normal?
When I die, I want to go quickly so no-one has to sit at my bedside exchanging mournful glances with each other and talking meaningless platitudes at me.
Meh, I really don't express myself well where this stuff's concerned. S'why I rarely even try.
So anyway, after that we spent about half an hour at Cosmeston Lake 'cause I'd promised Rowan he could ride his bike for a bit, before we went to collect Dad from work. He and Mam were going to the theatre to see 'Cats' for their anniversary, so she wanted to get him home quickly to get cleaned up. Naturally he wasn't ready to go and we ended up waiting just over half an hour in the sweltering ASDA customer cafe before he finally clocked out for the day. Mam was pissed as she believed he was taking his time 'cause he didn't want to go out.
Why they didn't divorce twenty years ago I will never understand. Seriously.
They dropped us off at home, and the two of us relaxed for the rest of the night. I was delighted to find
catwalksalone had posted up the much anticipated Big Damn Sports Night Tale (aka 'The BDSNT', or it's official title 'Voice In The Wilderness' - and no I will not start humming the Cliff Richard song! *chuckles*), so I spent the rest of the evening reading that. I had to stop to watch Doctor Who and put Rowan to bed, but the story was worth waiting for.Very little I can say about Doctor Who this week, other than I enjoyed it. I do wonder what the deal is with that building in Canary Wharf though - the one with the glass pyramid on the top. Ever since I saw it used in the remake of 'The Tomorrow People' I've noticed that British directors seem to have a fasination with it. It's in practically every establishing-shot of London's skyline, in the same way the Twin Towers used to be.
Rowan didn't go up to visit my in-laws today, as Keith had to work all day. So we had a lazy morning, doing a little laundry before heading out to the shops at lunchtime to get some supplies for the week. Even though we went to ASDA to collect Dad last night, I wasn't in the mood to do any shopping while we waited for him.
We had hot dogs for lunch then we made some apple crumble, and a chocolate cake. I haven't really tried either, though we did leave a portion of the crumble for Dad when we took their anniversary card to them. I have to confess it was all out of tins and packets, and I had to make it in a loaf tin as none of my pyrex was small enough! Rowan picked a chunk of the cake off while it was on the cooling rack, so I put it away out of reach and he didn't get any for his tea. Maybe tomorrow.
Since then I've mostly been fighting with Rowan over him going to sleep. *sigh* I put him to bed at seven thirty and at ten pm he's still pretty much awake. He even threw some of his stuff out his bedroom window! I dragged him outside, bum sore, to pick everything back up. I can't believe him sometimes...I know for a fact I was never like this as a kid. My mother always wondered when I was going to cause any trouble - but then when you grow up seeing the hassle your older siblings cause, you tend to behave yourself. At least that's my theory.
I've typed up the rest of the Sports Night fic, and I think it's pretty much finished. I'm wary of tweaking it too much, incase I make it worse. Hopefully I'll get around to posting it soon. Would be nice to get the others finished too.
Think I'll go check on the ginger horror one last time, then go soak in the bath for a few minutes before I call it a night.
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D'you ever get the feeling that Rowan is playing you up because there's just you - there's no back up?
Am horrified to learn there is a Cliff Richard song with the same title as my fic. Too late now! Am hoping most SN fans are far too odd (?) to have heard of either Cliff or the track.
Go you with finishing your fic. Will look forward to it.
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I dunno - maybe he is. He just doesn't want to stop for the night - whatever I'm doing is much more interesting.
Don't feel bad about the title! Sure, it was a Cliff song, but from waaaaay back in his early days when he was still extremely popular and could do no wrong.
*crosses fingers she doesn't get too paranoid about the story to post it.*