Electric Grandmother

Maggie Croft's Personal Journal young spirit, wire-wrapped
spark electric grandmother
arc against the night

-- Lon Prater
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Overall, the weekend was nice. It had some absolutely lovely high points, and then it had some, "What is the world..." moments.

You know, the ones where everyone around you seems to be doing crazy things, and this goes both ways. For example, the night when my in-laws thought it was a fine idea to park in a road instead of a parking lot so they had to walk less of a distance and couldn't understand why I opted to use the parking lot. They spend a lot of time thinking I'm bloody insane, but they love me anyway.

Personal choice and all that.

Saw The Illusionist, which I enjoyed quite a lot. I understand several people have a hard time with the third act. I didn't. (Not that I'm an expert or anything.) Particularly when one gets to the end, the third act makes so much sense. I can't imagine doing it another way for what needed to be done, if that makes any sense at all. (Not that everything was perfectly flawless, etc., etc., but again, I did enjoy it and found it a beautiful film to watch.)*

I may spend a lot of time here not making sense.


I have some babysitting to do later this afternoon, and tomorrow is Avadore's parent-teacher conference. Other than that, I am going to try to avoid any and all other obligations. (Other than some socializing.) Other than just being physically tired, I'm emotionally tired. Exhausted. I need some regrouping time.

I'm an introvert. This doesn't mean I don't like being with people; I do. But there comes a time when I have to hole up and hide for a while. I don't know that a lot of people around me understand that (I'm surrounded by extroverts). But that's all right -- they'll all think I'm being anti-social, or depressed, or one of those other sorts of things until I reemerge.

I have half a mind to put a sign on my door that says, "On vacation. Come back after the 23rd." And a message on my answering machine that says, "On vacation. I'll be available after the 23rd. If it's an emergency, leave a message. Otherwise, call back in a couple of weeks."

And this may be the case for here, too. If something happens you'd like me to know about, and I don't seem to be around much, send me an email, and I'll be in touch.

* For a while I tried to find its fit within history, and ended up falling a bit flat. I think that it would fall into a fantastical category, and it was definitely a mystery.

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