"How Can I Marry Such A Pretty Girl?"

::sigh:: I really can't believe I miss Jean Chretien. As Chris has commented several times since before Martin came into office, we have no idea what Martin is doing leading the Liberals. He's more conservative than most Conservatives.

http://paulmartintime.ca/mediacoverage/000197.html

Yuck. Feel icky. Must kick a chair or something.

However, this made me laugh out loud:

playing catch-up

• Still listening to my bloody choir music. It's not nearly as much fun the 1273th time through. I am learning the music very well, though.
  
  
• I figured out that yesterday I spent about 5 1/4 hours in the car. Between dropping everybody off, going to Daniel's school for the pizza lunch, picking everybody up, driving to Beavers waaaay out at the Museum of Sci-Tech, then to choir and back... in the middle of an almost day-long snowstorm and crappy snow removal and 'rush' hour on the Queensway... it was Not. Fun. I hate driving.
  
  
• I also figured out something else: I'm starting to strongly dislike the very friendly lady I sit next to at choir practice. She never knows her music, sings way too loudly to hear the melody she's supposed to be learning, throws me off, gossips while the other sections are learning their parts, and is rather tactless to boot. Like yesterday: we read through a rather blah new piece of music, finished up, and she commented (loudly) to the woman next to her, "This piece is really boring."
  
  Now, I'm not too thrilled with a lot of our current selection. But while I won't feign delight at 7 madrigals in a row, I wouldn't dream of criticizing it like that. After all, our director picked out all this stuff. However I feel about it, obviously he likes it. I'm not going to pooh-pooh his taste in public.
  
  I was telling Chris about her yesterday, and he commented that it sounds like we need a "choir mother" - one of those grim-faced harpies who sit in front of the choir and stare daggers at anybody who arrives late, talks during practice, or doesn't know their parts. I'm starting to agree.
  
  
• Justin came out of his room this morning, in jammies, still looking fairly blurry, and asked, "Am I four today?"
  
  "Yup, you're four."
  
  He gave himself a once-over from toes to chest.
  
  "I don't look any different..."
  
  You had to be there to see the sleepy little skeptical expression. Very, very cute.
  
  
• I'm reading American Gods. And now I understand why everybody's been telling me to read it :)
  
  When I get our family website set up, I totally want to have what Sarah has on her page: Books We Are Reading. Right now I'm reading American Gods (just for me), The Midwife's Apprentice with Daniel, and The Book of Three with Daniel and Justin. Chris just finished reading them Danny, Champion of the World, and is now reading them Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
  
  
• Posted a longer fic piece yesterday, and worked on my Iterum fic. I'd forgotten how much fun writing can be when you get into it. I've been writing very, very little fic lately, mostly because I've been shying away from the negative parts of writing: the frustration of a scene that won't gel, the bother of writing a part that has to be there in order for the whole thing to make sense, but which you really have no enthusiasm for, the despair of going back to a scene you were happy with and realizing it's actually crap... all that nice stuff.
  
  I'd forgotten about the relief when you do get through that boring scene and decide it's not that bad; the feeling of accomplishment of fitting the whole thing together and realizing that it's close to being readable; the pride that accompanies actually finishing something, whether it's objectively good or not.
  
  I think I will dust off those WIPs that have been languishing on my hard drive and see if I can do something with them after all. I've been leaning more and more towards just letting them die a lonely, unmourned death, but... maybe not. We'll see.
  
  
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• Later Edit:( Silly Names Meme )