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Golly...

Oh I've overheard lots of things the past few weeks.

I've spent time in Starbucks when Miss E was in art, working on the Reno writing workshops and on my own writing, Which Must Get Done.

I spent hours and hours in the Baltimore airport delayed by huge storms on the east coast (which Weatherdude failed to mention would be bad enough to affect my flight). That was a flight to St. Louis for 24 hours to attend my uncle's funeral, representing my entire branch of the family. I was in the airport for about five hours waiting for a plane and I met some very nice people who don't know who I am. Hi Jennifer from Columbus! Jennifer's plane left before mine but then about 45 minutes later, my plane was bumped to another gate because hers came back. Ha, Ha! Their plane had been sitting waiting for a crew from Boston for about four hours, blocking the gate.

Btw, the dynamics of how women choose to sit in a waiting area are very interesting. I am a safe zone. Not only do men not mess with me, but I'm too fricking old and overweight to be of any interest to them. Jennifer was still a target despite having been married for nearly 20 years and having had three kids. And yes, there was this (married) MBA student who would keep talking to Jennifer. And there were other women who hovered as well. We had the advantage of being near a dead outlet so we had a rotating set of people who would come, get up the courage to plug in, get told it was dead, and then move on. We all did it. The women open up with other women around and it's a party after that. Another interesting observation someone made is how in the past it was books or newspapers people had. Now it's computers and smart phones and iPads and iPods and dvd players. All electronics. (The outlets were all in use until a couple of planes left and I could recharge. I got no writing done.)

Another interesting observation...the airport was relatively quiet in terms of plane activity. It wasn't that they couldn't get out. They couldn't get in, either.

And then I was on the road, on the road, and on the road. I drove to Philly to see clients and stay with the Schoens. Then I drove to Boston to attend less than 24 hours of Readercon and see Jeff Ford and Delia Sherman and get chewed out for not completing a story for Frostokovich (or anyone else, for that matter). Then I drove to RI to pick up Weatherdude and Miss E. At which point I'd had enough driving and stress of an old car and decided to come home before the heat killed me in the upcoming week.

And now you're caught up, Heidi. My glamorous life. I'm looking at Volvos again. Gas mileage isn't as good as it should be, but I like them. A slightly smaller model than I currently have but still with the all-wheel drive would be nice. And that might mean I have to live with one of the small SUV types. Ugh. Because I think the V50 wagon is front wheel drive. But no one wants to hear about my car shopping, do they?

And now Miss E and I are off to find cotton and nylon loops for her potholder making frame. Yes, they're back in style. And so useful.

Frog Out

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arwensouth
Jul. 20th, 2011 04:18 pm (UTC)
Eavesdropping often results in great story ideas, at least for me.

And now Miss E and I are off to find cotton and nylon loops for her potholder making frame.

I loved my potholder loom! I made so many of those things. I still have a pair that I use in my kitchen.
birdhousefrog
Jul. 20th, 2011 05:43 pm (UTC)
I had to make one or two, just for old time's sake. And I fixed a number of hers until she got the hang of how to keep the loops taut while you're casting off. The colors these days are much prettier.
dancinghorse
Jul. 20th, 2011 04:56 pm (UTC)
Wow, potholders. Those things were useful. I made many, in many colors.

Sounds as if you could use an Arizona break. Some(large)body here would like to see you.
birdhousefrog
Jul. 20th, 2011 05:45 pm (UTC)
I remember them being bigger. But then, I was smaller. And yes, I'm plotting for one. Miss E and I have agreed that she will try the bus after she settles into middle school. So we'll see what fits around that horse schedule of yours in early November.
dancinghorse
Jul. 20th, 2011 05:49 pm (UTC)
:)

You could be part of that, you know. Research and all that. Place is beautiful and it should be fun.
raithen
Jul. 20th, 2011 05:58 pm (UTC)
Bloody go live. *pout* (seriously: adore my job)
oracne
Jul. 20th, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)
I didn't see you at Readercon. *sadface* Though since I ended up being sick, perhaps it is for the best. I was probably contagious.
birdhousefrog
Jul. 20th, 2011 07:35 pm (UTC)
Well, I was thinking the same thing. Total sadface, but saw on your blog that you were sick and probably contagious, so maybe for the best as I then saw my folks and my mother-in-law. And it wouldn't have been nice to take some sort of con crud to them.

We shall chill at Capclave together!
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birdhousefrog
Jul. 22nd, 2011 12:53 pm (UTC)
22 potholders and counting! We're also working on a 500 piece puzzle together (has a cat in it) and watching old movies. Showed her "What's Up Doc?" and she enjoyed it.
klingonguy
Jul. 22nd, 2011 12:26 pm (UTC)
I told you never to call me Heidi.
birdhousefrog
Jul. 22nd, 2011 12:52 pm (UTC)
Heidi, Heidi, Heidi! I could also call you Mrs. Thorsen, yes I could. And besides, you said you never read lj anymore.
klingonguy
Jul. 22nd, 2011 01:12 pm (UTC)
You are so predictable. :P

And I said I wasn't reading LJ, but that I needed to restart. Aren't you glad?
birdhousefrog
Jul. 22nd, 2011 01:28 pm (UTC)
you so don't want to know the part about the newborn, do you Heidi?

And yes, we missed you. Nice blurry Gej post, btw.
klingonguy
Jul. 22nd, 2011 01:48 pm (UTC)
I want to hear about the part where you've written another 5000 words!
birdhousefrog
Jul. 22nd, 2011 02:11 pm (UTC)
Jeez, you should have thought of that before you started asking where the submissions were!

Smoot. Smoot, Smoot, Smoot.

I have a tax thing to be done and then it's back to Smooting. Smoot seconds. How many cubic Smoots per second?
klingonguy
Jul. 22nd, 2011 02:19 pm (UTC)
I wanna see "cubic smoot hours"
birdhousefrog
Jul. 22nd, 2011 02:28 pm (UTC)
Why, yes, Cinderella, you SHALL go to the ball!

I can try it, see how it goes over with readers. Hour Smoots is as reasonably sexy as miners' centimeters.
klingonguy
Jul. 22nd, 2011 02:34 pm (UTC)
If you write it, they will come.
birdhousefrog
Jul. 22nd, 2011 02:40 pm (UTC)
That's a completely different book/movie. I don't do baseball, though I must admit the book and movie were both quite good.
MrsThorsen
Jul. 22nd, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)
Your life IS glamorous, relatively
Being stuck in an airport conversing with friendly adults doesn't sound so bad to me, actually. No one pooped on you after you fed them, right?

Lack of other people's poop in your post makes it automatically glamorous to my eyes. You are probably mercifully many years past where the colors of poop passes as a reasonable topic of discussion among your adult women friends. Not that I'm unhappy about my current stage of life, but glamorous it ain't. And being the lone non-grandmother middle-aged woman in a room full of 25-year-olds and their toddlers doesn't do much for my glamor quotient, either.

So update about any little thing you like, and I will read and daydream. Thank you.
birdhousefrog
Jul. 22nd, 2011 08:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Your life IS glamorous, relatively
I write it all for you. You are my core audience.

Been there, done that. As you know, Bob, b-milk poop has a different consistency. Weatherdude once got hit in the chest as he lifted her legs at 3AM. The physicist in him thought "I know the angle and the distance. Wow, I could calculate the velocity." The edge of insanity lies somewhere between knowing you could and actually crunching the numbers.

These days I enjoy herding the cats. One of whom is trying to reach the string for a mylar balloon by standing on his back legs on the coffee table where I'm trying to type this.
birdhousefrog
Jul. 22nd, 2011 08:38 pm (UTC)
Re: Your life IS glamorous, relatively
Postscript:

He just caught the ribbon in his mouth and took the balloon down to the floor level and has held onto it for about a minute now. Oops. Just lost it again.
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