Hum the time song of your choice.
It’s so boring to muse about time and the passage thereof, but here it is.
1) On Sunday I sat at lunch with (some of) my favorite aunts and uncles, my father, my brother and sister-in-law and my nephew and thought about three years. Three years before Sunday I was working in Bourne, waiting anxiously for news of my nephew’s birth. Three years ago I saw the first picture of him, little red faced peanut, and fell in love instantly, was shocked at how much love you can feel for someone who didn’t exist concretely in your world just days before. There he was, baby Casey. Three years on, I sat at lunch with him and he talked about what he wanted to eat (“pasta! cake!”) and made hints about opening his presents (“what’s in that box, mama?”) and generally charmed everyone. That little baby is now a little boy with songs in his head and thoughts to share and stubborn opinions held. And it’s three years! Three years is like nothing now, time flies and all that, but three years in the life of a baby is amazing to watch. I don’t really have words for it all, but I’m just filled with bemused wonder.
2) It’s the start of my work week and it’ll be an odd one, with an enormous storm either slamming into us or missing us entirely tonight into tomorrow. Winds are going to be very high no matter what, so I’ll be charging everything up tonight and laying a fire in the wood stove just in case. Snow! It’s the end of March. This is not unheard of, of course, but we’ve had a lot of mild winters lately and I guess I’ve just been in denial about the whole thing. The good thing about March snow, though, is that it’ll be mild as can be after the storm, so whatever falls should melt away. Despite the snow, I’m determined to spring clean this week. I need to fix… everything. Get rid of the rickety $89 amazon desk I’ve got for something a bit more solid and attractive. Get a bookcase that fits more than 30 books. Get rid of my beloved, but too old to fit today’s mattresses, bed frame. Put down the rug padding I’ve had for almost a year now. Throw out a bunch of stuff I haven’t looked at in months. Hang all the pictures that I’ve had sitting around. Fix the window of doom so I don’t freeze anymore (just in time for hot days, I guess). Extend my cable so I can move my TV across the room. Just, chores. If this storm pans out, I plan on spending tomorrow doing these chores (if we have power. Well, actually, maybe either way. It’ll help me keep warm). (I might need some cider to keep me going though). I am excited to do this though, because I’m far more productive when everything is neat and in its place.
3) Meanwhile, I am playing Civ 5 obsessively in multiplayer games with Jordan (he hasn’t found me and my charmingly named cities in our latest game.
I can’t wait for his annoyance and the charge that I’m not taking things seriously enough.)
Games are long but the time passes so quickly, it’s 6 hours gone before I even look up. There is something very, very satisfying about sitting around and plotting with your little cities and their little workers, thinking about their happiness and also the barbarians at your gates and the great wall you’re trying to finish before your competition and … It’s charming. It’s trouble. I need to remember to play OTHER games, games that are not Civ, sometimes. I’m working on converting the rest of our friends into playing it so we can have a massive, at your throat game. Yessss, that sounds excellent. I’m doing that super villain finger rubbing thing in my mind. I suspect Payback will be devious, making alliances and treaties left and right while making promises that pit us against each other. The consummate pvper. Ephor pointed out that everyone will THINK he’s making alliances and therefore will refuse to trust him, which is probably true. Choober’ll be a dark horse — he’s new to the game and will make the most of that, absorbing and working quietly until he suddenly jumps 100 points ahead. Jordan’s the most experienced, so he’ll be an early leader and therefore an early target — or someone to suck up to. He’ll have to decide to use that power for good or for evil. Me? I’ll be in my xenophobic little corner of the world, talking a big game while I feed money and troops to a secret partner and work on a utopian victory.
4) Everyone must be panicking about the storm because no one is here today, and thus time is dragging. I had a one on one and a 20 minute Q&A this morning so the first half of the day was gone in an instant, but now … I do have 2 more one on ones left in the day, and one of those is a person who keeps telling me “I don’t know what I don’t know, teach me something,” which is the most frustrating experience ever. Listen. Not only do I not know what you don’t know, I don’t even know what you’re INTERESTED in, and there are hundreds of thousands of apps out there for you to try. What do you possibly want from me.
5) Kid with Christmas coming feeling: I woke up to a big credit from Amazon for e-book purchases, so I immediately turned it around into the purchase of my list of books. A pile of them on their way! I can’t wait, CAN’T wait! They’ll be here on Thursday.