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I have at least eleven thousand accounts online.  It’s absolutely ridiculous.  Every time I turn around someone is telling me I need to create an account with them so I can comment/read/pay/whatever.

I lie one at least ten thousand ninety nine.  Or more.

I just give them the first thing that pops in my head.  My local newspaper, for instance, knows me as Sharon Quid, who lives in Toronto.  Do these people really think everyone is telling the truth?  They can’t possibly.

I’m learning to knit cables.  Which was terrifying initially, because I was sure I’d fuck it up and it’s a piece for a friend.  It’s not too bad.  Have to pay attention though.  And the piece is coming along swimmingly. 

The weather here has been compleatly whacked.  It’s like spring when we should be smothering in snow.  I mean, like, 70ish degree days.  No coat.  No mittens.  Sunglassess.  Margaritas, anyone?

 

 


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Timed test…

Limited time today, so a brief entry:

Up early today in the name of fetching our newly repaired car. Hooray for not having the front end on the brink of collapse as Bear is trying to get around town! Cost us a mere arm an a half… but well worth it, I think. Having the gas sipper back means we’ll save a fair bit at the gas pump, something we sorely missed during the few weeks it was down.

Getting ready for the new school season to start and looking for ways to make things shiny and new and fabulously interesting for everyone involved this year. Homeschooling the way we have been has turned into a kind of workbook hell for us. I am seriously hoping to counter that. Which means we need to become ‘joiners’ more often. In general, we are not. I’m willing to take most of the heat here, given that I don’t push Monkey into doing things. All he has to say when I ask if he wants to go do something is ‘nah’ and I breathe a sigh of relief. This tells me the issue is mine more than his and means I have to just suck it up and pursue things more often that he will want to do. Bonus for me, he’s old enough now to do some of the pursuit on his own which makes me hopeful that he’ll really begin to find his groove on some things.

Time’s up, Cheers!