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Nov. 17th, 2012 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckOn Wednesday, I took Delia back to the dentist to get a couple of her molars sealed. I want to get those done promptly to minimize the risk that she'll get a cavity and have a tooth that can't be sealed (that happened with one of her six year molars). The procedure was relatively quick and utterly painless. Delia was a bit put out about missing school, as she usually is with such things. She lobbied a little to go back to school afterwards, but she's have had less than fifteen minutes before the final bell. It wasn't worth it.
Since it wasn't a Babylon 5 week, Scott took Delia to and picked her up from volleyball practice. She's insisting on wearing short sleeves and shorts to practices, and we haven't persuaded her to wear pants over her shorts for the walk to and from practice. I don't know if even colder weather will convince her. She doesn't want to be fussed with the extra steps of taking off and putting on pants.
Thursday, my morning coffee didn't work, and I spent most of the morning napping. I think napping is going to be more tempting as winter advances because bed is the one place in the house that's truly warm. I hope to avoid it, though. I like having time to read, write and watch DVDs.
This morning, we were up early for a 9 a.m. volleyball game. Delia's team won one game and lost three (the third was abbreviated, going only to fifteen points rather than the usual twenty-five). We can see the girls improving each time, but it's still kind of painful to watch. I got really cranky with a couple of parents on the other team who were really gloating each time their team got a point. I didn't think that was necessary. It's not an impressive feat of skill to score a point when the opposing team serves into the net. I understand wanting to support your child's team, but I think there are lines.
After the game, we stopped briefly at home so that Delia could change clothes. Then we all three went grocery shopping. The Thanksgiving supplies were pretty pricey (mostly the turkey breast), but I think we have everything now. Delia got a few treats just by asking Scott nicely. I probably would have said no to some of them if I'd been consulted. She still has a ton of Halloween candy; she doesn't need Cheetos, fruit snacks and Lucky Charms. Ah, well, this will see her through at least to Christmas, and maybe I can snag some of the Cheetos.
As soon as I post this, I'm going to buckle down to write some more of my Yuletide fic. I have about 370 words so far. I have the requested characters in place and interacting with each other. I just need to find the shape of the story. That is, I feel like I need something to happen beyond the characters meeting and talking to each other. I just haven't the slightest idea what it should be. I may get to 1000 words without finding out. I don't know. I don't hate this story. I'm just currently unimpressed by it. It needs some movement, metaphorical or literal.
Since it wasn't a Babylon 5 week, Scott took Delia to and picked her up from volleyball practice. She's insisting on wearing short sleeves and shorts to practices, and we haven't persuaded her to wear pants over her shorts for the walk to and from practice. I don't know if even colder weather will convince her. She doesn't want to be fussed with the extra steps of taking off and putting on pants.
Thursday, my morning coffee didn't work, and I spent most of the morning napping. I think napping is going to be more tempting as winter advances because bed is the one place in the house that's truly warm. I hope to avoid it, though. I like having time to read, write and watch DVDs.
This morning, we were up early for a 9 a.m. volleyball game. Delia's team won one game and lost three (the third was abbreviated, going only to fifteen points rather than the usual twenty-five). We can see the girls improving each time, but it's still kind of painful to watch. I got really cranky with a couple of parents on the other team who were really gloating each time their team got a point. I didn't think that was necessary. It's not an impressive feat of skill to score a point when the opposing team serves into the net. I understand wanting to support your child's team, but I think there are lines.
After the game, we stopped briefly at home so that Delia could change clothes. Then we all three went grocery shopping. The Thanksgiving supplies were pretty pricey (mostly the turkey breast), but I think we have everything now. Delia got a few treats just by asking Scott nicely. I probably would have said no to some of them if I'd been consulted. She still has a ton of Halloween candy; she doesn't need Cheetos, fruit snacks and Lucky Charms. Ah, well, this will see her through at least to Christmas, and maybe I can snag some of the Cheetos.
As soon as I post this, I'm going to buckle down to write some more of my Yuletide fic. I have about 370 words so far. I have the requested characters in place and interacting with each other. I just need to find the shape of the story. That is, I feel like I need something to happen beyond the characters meeting and talking to each other. I just haven't the slightest idea what it should be. I may get to 1000 words without finding out. I don't know. I don't hate this story. I'm just currently unimpressed by it. It needs some movement, metaphorical or literal.
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Date: 2012-11-18 03:04 am (UTC)At that age, my daughter (now 20) also already had her own idea of what to do about clothes. I remember coming home from a trip out of town to find that she'd dressed herself for Sunday school and was wearing a summer cotton dress over a turtleneck and pants.
It's interesting to see other people's Yuletide strategies. I think I find the plot along with the characters, or rather, the characters plus the situations the recipient gives generate the plot.
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Date: 2012-11-19 03:38 am (UTC)I'm having trouble with my Yuletide story because I don't want to address the situation at the end of canon and because the things my recipient said about the characters make me wonder if we consumed the same source material. My recipient didn't really give me enough to firmly ground characterization on. The optional details are mostly questions (which makes me hope that my mostly questions optional details didn't leave my writer puzzled about what I want).