2 posts tagged “today”

Today was a good day.

So, what did I do yesterday (yesterday having ended an hour ago)? Well, it was a rather uneventful day over all.

I ended up sleeping like the dead until I was called to save people from the wacked out dog! She was barging into everyone's room and being a menace. I feel bad saying it because I think this is a sign that she's getting very old and may be dying soon. But considering that everyone else in the house but me was calling for her head at 8 this morning, I don't feel like such an absolutely bad person.

Siobhan's cough is really bad. Really, really bad. It's now gotten to the point where if she laughs she goes into a coughing fit. And not a dainty cough. I mean this cough has character. More so than a seven year old girl should have coming out of her body. I'm getting really, really concerned. Of course, what are we going to do? Bring her into the doctor and have them give her steroids? We do not believe that is a good idea with my health history. We're worried that she's actually gotten this from Flavia, since she works with the sick.

I ended up cleaning and then I got a call from my mom. I picked it up. She was having car trouble. Her car told her that brake failure was immenient and to stop the car immediately. Of course, she wondered what the fuck to think about this. Especially since it told her to stop but that her breaks were about to go out. She was on an onramp onto the freeway to and from one of the busiest streets in the city. She had to stop the car on the ramp. She nearly got herself killed several times. She tried calling my brother. She tried calling my father. To ask either/or what the fuck to do! Meanwhile, her car is stopped on this busy ass onramp from a busy ass street. Then she calls me. Me! I am the only one to answer a phone. I answer the phone! Me! Anyone who knows me knows how ridiculous this is. She is freaking out on the phone because she's sure she's going to get hit (Siobhan is in the car with her) but she can't take the risk of moving the car because what if she can't stop it again? She tells me to call my brother again and again until he picks up. So I hang up and I call (Yes! Me! On the phone! Again!) my brother, making sure to unblock my number so he knows it's me. I don't leave a message because he has a long ass message. I just keep calling back again and again. And just at where I'm waiting for his message to go through so that I can leave him a message to call mom so that I could hang up and call her back and figure out what's going on and that he wasn't picking up, the phone beeps telling me it's mom on the other line. So I leave a quick little message telling him, "It's really important. Call mom." I hang up and pick up her line. She's still on the ramp. Can't get my dad. She's saying, "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. What should I do?" And I'm sitting there thinking, 'Could she possibly be on the phone with the worst person to be on the phone with, none the less asking car questions of?' But I try to calm her down and I tell her that I left my brother a message. She says, "Did you remind him to call me on my business cell phone because I left my main one at home?" And not only do I realize that no, I didn't tell him to call her through that cell phone, but that I didn't tell him to call her on a cell phone at all. And so, he could simply end up calling the house. So, I get off the phone with her and end up calling my brother again and saying, "This is really important. Call mom on her business cell phone." There. Done. I end up running and taking a shower. So that I could get presentable for people because mattering on how long this took, I could be greeting the guy scheduled to come by the house at 2. Finally, my mum and Siobhan end up back at the house. Hale and whole. Flavia had given them a ride.

Thus it must be officially noted:

My brother is little help.

 I'm little more.

Flavia is a saint.

Figwit is an fanon abomination of all that is holy canon.

France has far too much history for my own good.

In the 18th century, the French weren't people. They were peacocks.

Yet, I digress.

Apparently, Passats have shitty breaks. Our mechanic said his son had to have new breaks put on his Passat after 15000 miles. Ours has twice that. Shit. We now need new breaks. That'll cost about 250 dollars at least. Shit. But at least Siobhan and mom were not killed by oncoming traffic. That would have been tragic and ironic. They lost their breaks but were harmed because they stopped? Well, I suppose when you lose your breaks, it's always the stopping that hurts. Still, I want people to mark the date. I was the ONLY one that picked up and spoke on the phone. I was no use in car questions, but I was asked them. Of course, it was by a remarkably desperate woman. But it still counts.

Then there was other stuff.

Then I decided that I was going to paint Noire's nails. I got two. I plan to wait until she's in the right mood, then try again. See, this is an obvious sign she loves me. She attacks peoples heads when they try to pet her belly. I try to paint her nails and she just get annoyed and gives a perfunctory hiss and I knew she was already in a bad mood. Still, I get credit for two nails claws. I only plan to do the front ones. How many front claws does the average cat have? Ironically, if she had scratched me, I'd be able to plan my next attack better from counting the claw marks. Of course, it may have messed up the polish on the two claws I did get.

I did an enormeous amount of work on research for my novel. Enormeous. So far, off the top of my head, I've studied: The Englightenment, The Revolution, Marie-Antoinette, King Louis XVI, the causes of the Revolution, top figures in France before and during Revolution, French Parlors, French Blue Stockings, Madam De Stael, Madame Jeanne Recamier, eighteenth century Fashion (both French and English), eighteenth century manners (both French and English), how to create Estate Names, 18th century first and surnames (both English and French), how monarchies and peerage works (both French and English), ranking, manners of address, manners of dress, Eunuchism, geography, working with honorable blue-blood and dishonorable blue blood, marriage laws, geneology . . . In other words a fucking lot. But I've got a great deal worked out now.

I'll probably post a bit more specifics about where I am in the novel later behind proper filters.

I had planned to ship out a couple packages today. But nope. No car. No packages. I swear, God seems to not want these people to get their packages.

I saw the Project Runway episode tonight. Ironically, it was on because my mother was in the room. But she slept through it.

Shit, my mind just went blank about the other things I wanted to post about in here.

Ah, some nice Youtube videos I've come across lately. Yes, I know I have a thing for Youtube. It's my crack. I could stop anytime I wanted to. Shut up! Stop attacking me! You don't understand me! Shut up! I hate you I hate you I hate you!

 

 

 

 

There ya go. I may have forgotten something really important. But unless it's a call for an organ donor, I'll probably survive to post about it.