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Jan. 24th, 2012 09:16 amI read Solar Storms by Linda Hogan and it was extremely good! Intense, sad, amazing, and then increasingly complicated and political.
Then read Caddy's World, and wished I had all that series here to read over again! They're at Rook's house. But I just realized (from the ads at the back of the Kindle edition) that McKay wrote a sequel to A Little Princess. That can't possibly fail to be good!!!!
Yesterday A. was out of school for the lunar new year, having had some sort of chinese dragon parade at school the week before and obviously, lessons about it. I woke up to find her in the middle of dragon puppet things and masks. She was planning to bang on pots and pans to scare bad spirits away from the house.
Over the course of the day this evolved into how we were going to have a party and a parade -- since yatima was going to come over (with kids) and also, her other dad was going to come pick her up for the week. She cleaned up her bit of the house, and made her bed, and cleaned off the kitchen table. She got money from us and went to the corner store "for that kind of stuff that you have at parties that is nuts, and fruit, and things all mixed together". She made a decorative placemat and set out bowls of food (the trail mix, and pretzels, blueberries, chocolate). Then drew a map on her whiteboard, of the house and yard, with the parade route marked. She cut out masks for J. and C. to color. She was weirdly angelic like this all day long, planning her party.
Then she made them color the masks and they all marched around screaming through the room, the kitchen, the back where the trash bins are, and around the corner back to the front door. Cutest thing ever!
Yatima brought me three horse books: Horse Heaven which I predict I won't be able to bear; Horse of Air by Lucy Rees; and a trilogy by Caroline Akrill. While I did own about 50 breyer models and went to a run down "ranch" in 6th grade for lessons which were mostly brushing very nasty horses (my face streaming with snot and sweat), and doing pelvic thrusts with a leathery old diesel dyke actually named Dale Evans in her air conditioned "office" shack covered in pencil sketches of horse heads done by generations of adoring pre-teens, I did not actually have Horse Fever. I do think fondly of Dale sometimes as I do physical therapy exercises and keep my tailbone tucked. The models were pretty though. I had one that was the Queen -- a big white one that was my mother's (with broken feet from my having slept with her as a toddler), a matching smaller white one that was the princess and a little boring but sweet. The others were Thunder, Odysseus, Penelope, Telemachus, Nestor, Nereus, Sebastian, Viola, and the Palomino who was very stuck up because she had a gold chain and a fancy saddle attached to her, prissily raising a curving forefoot. Odysseus, Penelope, Telemachus, Sebastian, and Viola used to have a lot of good adventures around the house and yard while the older horses stayed back at the Horse Village being old and wise.
Anyway, I'll try valiantly to read all these Pony Craze books for yatima's sake but I have absolutely no desire to ride around on a giant smelly beast that I'm allergic to unless that giant beast is a) the fastest powerchair in the West b) a darling cute little Vespa with crutch holders attached, which loves only me.
Then read Caddy's World, and wished I had all that series here to read over again! They're at Rook's house. But I just realized (from the ads at the back of the Kindle edition) that McKay wrote a sequel to A Little Princess. That can't possibly fail to be good!!!!
Yesterday A. was out of school for the lunar new year, having had some sort of chinese dragon parade at school the week before and obviously, lessons about it. I woke up to find her in the middle of dragon puppet things and masks. She was planning to bang on pots and pans to scare bad spirits away from the house.
Over the course of the day this evolved into how we were going to have a party and a parade -- since yatima was going to come over (with kids) and also, her other dad was going to come pick her up for the week. She cleaned up her bit of the house, and made her bed, and cleaned off the kitchen table. She got money from us and went to the corner store "for that kind of stuff that you have at parties that is nuts, and fruit, and things all mixed together". She made a decorative placemat and set out bowls of food (the trail mix, and pretzels, blueberries, chocolate). Then drew a map on her whiteboard, of the house and yard, with the parade route marked. She cut out masks for J. and C. to color. She was weirdly angelic like this all day long, planning her party.
Then she made them color the masks and they all marched around screaming through the room, the kitchen, the back where the trash bins are, and around the corner back to the front door. Cutest thing ever!
Yatima brought me three horse books: Horse Heaven which I predict I won't be able to bear; Horse of Air by Lucy Rees; and a trilogy by Caroline Akrill. While I did own about 50 breyer models and went to a run down "ranch" in 6th grade for lessons which were mostly brushing very nasty horses (my face streaming with snot and sweat), and doing pelvic thrusts with a leathery old diesel dyke actually named Dale Evans in her air conditioned "office" shack covered in pencil sketches of horse heads done by generations of adoring pre-teens, I did not actually have Horse Fever. I do think fondly of Dale sometimes as I do physical therapy exercises and keep my tailbone tucked. The models were pretty though. I had one that was the Queen -- a big white one that was my mother's (with broken feet from my having slept with her as a toddler), a matching smaller white one that was the princess and a little boring but sweet. The others were Thunder, Odysseus, Penelope, Telemachus, Nestor, Nereus, Sebastian, Viola, and the Palomino who was very stuck up because she had a gold chain and a fancy saddle attached to her, prissily raising a curving forefoot. Odysseus, Penelope, Telemachus, Sebastian, and Viola used to have a lot of good adventures around the house and yard while the older horses stayed back at the Horse Village being old and wise.
Anyway, I'll try valiantly to read all these Pony Craze books for yatima's sake but I have absolutely no desire to ride around on a giant smelly beast that I'm allergic to unless that giant beast is a) the fastest powerchair in the West b) a darling cute little Vespa with crutch holders attached, which loves only me.
