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Punched by the sun.

Posted on 2016.11.06 at 20:48

The biggest weenie is this one:

who never did put his costume on. Here's Ace, being a good sport:

Mahna-mahna. E. Messily's skills were widely, rightly applauded on Facebook.

Ace did not want to trick-or-treat. She just wanted to sit in the wagon. We told her she wouldn't get any candy, and she said that she didn't care. So she did and she didn't.

If you'll recall, she decided not to hunt for Easter eggs, last spring. We warned her then that she wouldn't get any candy.  She didn't care. There was never a tantrum when she saw everyone else eating candy. So we weren't concerned about Halloween. There's something sort of spunky and admirable about how steadily she knows herself.

Rascal loved trick-or-treating. He went to every house, at his moseying pace. I fed him a steady stream of candy the whole time.


Jammies got picked for jury duty on Monday. All week long he has been at the court room. This is a big year for the Geebies being impanelled. They're not done yet, either - he has to report for his sixth day of duty, tomorrow.


I was goading Hawaii with the soccer ball, trying to trap her in a losing situation. She was indecisive. Then she grabbed her eye and said, "OW OW OW!!"
I said (maybe a touch skeptically), "What happened? Are you ok?"
Hawaii said, "The sun got in my eye. It was really hard."
Oh Hawaii. Nothing like being punched by the sun in the eye.


We went camping at a deserted campground.

It is (apparently) the last remaining confederate campground. So you get some gross stuff like this:

That's a tiny rebel flag, on the right.  My friend said, "This is where you should go if you're running from the law, because once you're in, you'll never see anyone who works there. They just leave you alone." That seemed accurate. It's that Don't Tread on Me libertarian bent of Texans.

For some reason it had this mini-prison-industrial complex, right in the middle:

Anyone up for lunch at the picnic tables on the cement basketball court behind barbed wire?

A bug flew into Jammies' ear while we were sitting around the campfire. "Hon," he said, incredibly calmly, "would you mind shining a flashlight in my ear and seeing if you can see anything in there?" I couldn't.

He could feel it buzzing around.  It was surreal. We googled "getting a bug out of your ear" and got advice of varied helpfulness.

This is his quiet alert face, mid-bug-eared. He was amazingly composed and calm.

Just when we were fixing to flood the bug out with saline solution, Jammies managed to coax it out by tugging on the ear. Something fleeting and moth-like zipped away into the darkness. I'd been worried it was going to get stuck in his earwax. I was picturing the La Brea tar pits.


"Mom! Mom! Take a photo of when I look teepy."

I look so teepy!

Pokey, tuckered out:

Post-rave.  I guess you can have your egg back.


I missed the kids' last soccer game (and their trophies) on Saturday; I went to UT for a one day symposium. Being at your graduate school is sort of like being back at your parents' house - you're flooded with nostalgia and old grievances, in equal measure.

Afterwards I had stilted conversation with my advisor and his wife. You'd think after fifteen years we could figure out how to maintain a conversation.


Ace said, "Daddy's a jerk. I wish he lived with a different family."
I said, "Actually, I'm quite fond of daddy and would like him to stay here."
Ace rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I mean when he's old enough to leave, Mom." Gawd.

(I've gotten a different understanding of what "scoff" means after reading subtitles and captions for the past year. I used to think that 'scoff' specifically meant a limited kind of huff-laugh, but the caption-providers use it for a much wider variety of sarcastic sounds than I realized.)

Ace said something similar to E. Messily: "I wish I lived with you!"
E. Messily said, "You do live with me!"
Ace said, "I mean at your house." I think E. Messily batted that one around for a while longer.


The neighbors are gone pretty much every weekend. The dynamic has settled down dramatically differently than it seemed like it would.

The election is drawing to a close. Will Trump supporters kill and eat us all when they lose? Will the local mayoral race end in a run-off? Only time will tell!

I do not own a pantsuit, but I did go by Goodwill just to buy a blazer that will do in a pinch. Tuesday is National Pantsuit Day, and I love a good reason to put together an outfit.

Gobble-gobble. I really love Pokey's disco turkey.


Kelly Jennings
Kelly Jennings at 2016-11-07 04:20 (UTC) (Link)

Early heebie! Hurray!

Jammies was *much* braver than I would have been. I would have been going "AAAA, AAAAA, AAAAA, GET IT OUT!"

Also dancing around the campfire.

I love Ace in this post, all of it, from the refusal to trick-or-treat right through the scoffing. She's growing up wonderful!
heebie_geebie at 2016-11-14 04:30 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Early heebie! Hurray!

I know!! I think it took others a while to realize that Jammies was serious, because he was so calm and steady about it.

Ace is really neat one. Thank you.
(Anonymous) at 2016-11-08 03:07 (UTC) (Link)
"Being at your graduate school is sort of like being back at your parents' house - you're flooded with nostalgia and old grievances, in equal measure."

Truer words have never been written.

-J, Robot
heebie_geebie at 2016-11-14 04:30 (UTC) (Link)
It's such a conflict! Oh, those fuckheads.
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