August Month in Review

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Well, overall it looks like August sucked. Nothing like proof that your brain is in a fog. Some good things โ€“ we did our summer taste tasting (hate anchovies), went to Chuck E. Cheese to round out the summer vacation, took the family to the movies (Labor Day weekend).

Midway through the month I was able to attend a spiritual retreat with about fifteen other folks, directed by Brother Mickey McGrath. I will write more about this later on, so for now I will just say that I don’t draw, and I did draw, and I continue to draw. I don’t kid myself: I’m not an artist, but it’s not terrible, and I don’t mind sharing it. It’s an outlet for quiet contemplation that I had never considered before. I really only went for the retreat part and because I’d heard so many things about Bro. Mickey. I found so much more and am planning on attending his next retreat in February (money and scholarship pending).

My daughter and I had a Fangirls Night Out sponsored by our comic book store. There were raffles (we won Willow from Buffy!), cupcakes, a raffle and of course other like-minded fangirls. NO BOYS ALLOWED! Even the store’s owner was kicked out! It was great fun and she and I had a great time together!

My husband and I also celebrated our twentieth anniversary. With money being a problem we really couldn’t celebrate in a big way, but we decided (I thought of it โ€“ I can’t believe it, I never come up with anything good!) to go to dinner (sans kids) and a movie, like our first date. We saw Guardians of the Galaxy. I highly recommend it! Fantastic movie! And dinner was amazing. A local, rustic place with a pretty fireplace. The site has had a tavern on it since the 1700s. A nice night.

Thinking back, it’s kind of ironic that we went to Williamsburg, VA on our honeymoon when many of my fandom friends live down there now including my bf, who I obviously didn’t know back then. I think that half of them may have still been in diapers when I was there (and they were actually elsewhere). I’ve written before about Williamsburg being one of my special places from childhood. I’ve always been a history buff, and much of that came from my parents and the vacations they took us on as children, only one of them being Virginia.

I distinctly remember Williamsburg (among others) and having as much fun as we were quietly learning. Everywhere my parents took us, and later on vacations with my husband, I was always looking for and visiting the one room schoolhouses. Something about that entranced me; probably it’s Little House on the Prairie feeling.

It was neat that my husband and I chose to go there for our honeymoon: Colonial Williamsburg, Busch Gardens, shopping (one of my favorite things to do back then; now too, but we had more money back then). We rented a car, a Cougar that went 90 miles an hour if you breathed on the accelerator. We traveled the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and Tunnel, something that still makes me queasy and that I’ve sworn never to do ever, ever again. (Much like driving in Wales.) I still shudder to think at the memory of being in the tunnel for so long, under the water. Recently, I’ve been lucky (with the generosity of Andy, Jenn and my husband) to have been able to get back there to see my friends for fandom fun. I’ve talked about how I used to hate being alone, but I really enjoyed those two trips that had me traveling alone-ish, and this trip down memory lane is reminding me that I wanted to write about those travels. I’ll put it on the list.

So while the written word eluded me, I’ve been drawing and this was probably the best family summer we’ve had in a long time. I welcomed back to school, but I wasn’t counting the days (hours) like I was last year.

Don’t forget that October 18 is E4K and I will be taking pledges.

I also have a couple of things that should be completed today and tomorrow, so wish me luck for more words in September.

Word Count: 6771 (wow, that sucks)

365s: 7/31 (wow, that sucks)

Movies: Defiance seasons 1 and 2
The Birdcage
Robin Williams: Weapons of Self-Destruction
The Italianย Job
Babylon 5 – season 5
Amazing Spiderman 2 – reboot
Crusade – partial season
Guardians of the Galaxy

Books: A King’s Ransom – Sharon Kay Penman
Paper Towns – John Green

Posted/Published Topics: depression, suicide, Gishwhes, medical, health, cancer, religion, spirituality, social issues, summer

WIPs topics: Retreat wrap up, Gishwhes wrap up, fan vs. fandom, memoir homework, vignettes for stuff

 

Not Exactly a Snow Day

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I’ve finally got my computer back from the rugrats. Not that I’m doing anything exciting with it. Snowed in. Ugh. There is mail waiting for me at the post office, and since no one told me they were sending me Christmas presents, I’m going to guess that it’s junk mail. *frowny face*

Kids go back to school Monday (thank G-d!) and not a moment too soon. I think I have some money left on my Starbucks card – I need to get out of this house!! I also have an Amazon gift card from my sister for my birthday, and I’m waiting until they are back in school to buy Vicki Vantoch’s book, The Jet Sex. I’ve so been looking forward to reading it.

I’ve been working on a 2013 in Review post, and I decided that as boring as I am I’m going to keep lists for 2014 so I don’t have to wrack my brain at the end of this year like I’m doing now. Some things are easy to remember – my visits to VA, my quickie to NYC, GISHWHES and applepicking among others that you’ll get to see the middle of next week.

I’m also working on my goals for 2014. I think Thursday will be my deadline for that.

I saw World’s End the day before yesterday. Brilliant. But Simon Pegg and Nick Foster, so what else could it be? ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m feeling that buzzing hummingbird feel – it still feels good despite the money issues. (I will be writing a post about those in more detail during the weekend.)

I’m on my second cup of tea.

My computer has anti-virus again.

My daughter’s birthday is Sunday.

I had something here talking about something I’d done, but as I typed it, it sounded a bit like bragging and that wasn’t my intention, so instead of sharing these three things publicly, I’m going to put them in my 2014 jar because while they were for others, they were also for me, for continuing to become the person I want to be regardless of how foreign it might feel at the moment.

Some things won’t make sense, I’m afraid.

Second post down, 362 more to go.

Ignoring the silence of my phone. And I am smiling. I think I’m happy today.