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May. 11th, 2012 11:47 amYesterday, Delia's class went to Greenfield Village. She says it wasn't anything special, but she also says she wants to go again. The only way it'll happen is if Scott plans it and takes her. I wish trips like that were something I could do, but I just can't handle all that walking. Every time Delia's class does a field trip, I wish that I could chaperone and have to face again that I can't.
I'm blue today. I don't want to read any of the couple dozen books I've got or any of the fics I've downloaded. I don't want to watch the DVD I've got from the library. I don't want to write (much as I need to). I want something. I've no idea what.
Years ago, when I got into a mood like this, Scott would buy me baklava. Now, I can't have it any more because of the whole nut allergy. We haven't really found a substitute. Of course, I'm not sure how much of it helping was the baklava and how much was Scott being willing to do something nice for me.
I'm going to try to improve my mood before Scott comes home. He has to do the grocery shopping this evening and has to work tomorrow. I don't want to put more burden on him.
I'm blue today. I don't want to read any of the couple dozen books I've got or any of the fics I've downloaded. I don't want to watch the DVD I've got from the library. I don't want to write (much as I need to). I want something. I've no idea what.
Years ago, when I got into a mood like this, Scott would buy me baklava. Now, I can't have it any more because of the whole nut allergy. We haven't really found a substitute. Of course, I'm not sure how much of it helping was the baklava and how much was Scott being willing to do something nice for me.
I'm going to try to improve my mood before Scott comes home. He has to do the grocery shopping this evening and has to work tomorrow. I don't want to put more burden on him.
