Lunch with Grandma.
Feb. 18th, 2007 06:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valis2Went as well as expected. She is now getting caught in loops, whereupon she tells us something, and then tells it to us again, and then tells it to us again.
For example: My father took it upon himself to redo the basement. He painted, put in fresh ceiling tiles, and had it carpeted. She was present for the carpet guy, who had her sign the quote, and who explained everything to her (he's actually related by marriage to her). This was a few weeks ago.
When my sister and I came over today, she told us that they weren't supposed to carpet the steps, that she couldn't vacuum the steps, she would lose her balance, she couldn't hold the vacuum cleaner, and she much preferred the linoleum she had before, she could brush it with a brush very quickly. That brought her back to how she hadn't wanted them to cover the steps, which led to all the reasoning behind it, which led back to how they weren't supposed to cover the steps, and back through all the reasons again, all in one long, uninterrupted loop. whew.
I won't go into the revisionist history she's been developing, or the lovely state of denial she's painted herself into.
Other than that, this has been a lovely weekend, for one reason: I'm writing! That makes everything better, you know? I'm already 1300 words into the next chapter, too. I am a little confused about Fiction Alley, though. I sent in the email as instructed in order to be part of their special "we don't need no stinking corrections" queue, and received a reply that seemed to confirm that I was in said queue, but some of my chapters are not getting into the nightly build, and seem to take as long as they did before. Weird.
Thought I was doing well on SH, I put up a one-shot story and had three reviews very quickly, which motivated me to put up more, but the review well seems to have dried up now.
Ah, well. You never know!
For example: My father took it upon himself to redo the basement. He painted, put in fresh ceiling tiles, and had it carpeted. She was present for the carpet guy, who had her sign the quote, and who explained everything to her (he's actually related by marriage to her). This was a few weeks ago.
When my sister and I came over today, she told us that they weren't supposed to carpet the steps, that she couldn't vacuum the steps, she would lose her balance, she couldn't hold the vacuum cleaner, and she much preferred the linoleum she had before, she could brush it with a brush very quickly. That brought her back to how she hadn't wanted them to cover the steps, which led to all the reasoning behind it, which led back to how they weren't supposed to cover the steps, and back through all the reasons again, all in one long, uninterrupted loop. whew.
I won't go into the revisionist history she's been developing, or the lovely state of denial she's painted herself into.
Other than that, this has been a lovely weekend, for one reason: I'm writing! That makes everything better, you know? I'm already 1300 words into the next chapter, too. I am a little confused about Fiction Alley, though. I sent in the email as instructed in order to be part of their special "we don't need no stinking corrections" queue, and received a reply that seemed to confirm that I was in said queue, but some of my chapters are not getting into the nightly build, and seem to take as long as they did before. Weird.
Thought I was doing well on SH, I put up a one-shot story and had three reviews very quickly, which motivated me to put up more, but the review well seems to have dried up now.
Ah, well. You never know!