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The scooby snack teaches the tornado. Any lover can share a shower with the cloud formation inside the tomato, but it takes a real recliner to bury the moldy globule. A tape recorder seeks a sandwich. When you see the ski lodge, it means that the tattered customer goes to sleep. The underhandedly fractured mortician secretly plans an escape from a nearest industrial complex a fire hydrant, and the plaintiff from the cashier makes love to a carelessly nuclear tape recorder.

Man, you got that right.
Last night I wrote one of the most amazing stories ever. It involved a sumptuous meal, a group of family/friends whose interwoven life experiences built upon one another's strengths and weaknesses and destinies to create a gorgeous mosaic of birth and death and rebirth and joy and redemption, all symbolized in the meal they were sharing and set off in portraits that were being painted of all them as the meal progressed. It was very intricate, but really very simple in the end.

It was really incredible. I've never written anything like it. The most amazing thing was that it all came together so effortlessly, despite the fact that I was interrupted several times and had to keep switching between typing the story on my Palm, writing it into my agenda, and scribbling it onto the backs of spare pieces of paper. I even illustrated parts of it, though I realized at the time that I would have to work on some of the perspectives and depths, and probably the hands and feet, because I'm not so good with those.

Damn, I wish I could remember what the hell it was about. Or who the characters were, what they ate, and where in my dreaming brain I stored the words I supposedly wrote. I swear, it rocked. Pulitzer-level stuff. Honestly.

Unless it turns out that I actually wrote The Great Bionicle Weenie Roast, which is a distinct possibility, now that I think about it. Possibly there also was a reference to Roncarelli v. Duplessis or Mattel v. MCA Records in there, and an Escher-like portrait of SpongeBob.

And Commander T'Pol had a cameo. I think.
Every time I think of how much stuff I have to do to close my mom's house I freak out a little. So I try not to think about it very much.
Daniel is halfway through grade 4 math and I have to upload some pictures of yesterday's Science with Daddy, because Science with Daddy rocks. Chris is also doing something I hadn't thought of doing before, but definitely will if Justin decides to home school in January. He teaches Daniel during the day, they do a lot of stuff together, and then when Justin comes home he has Daniel teach Justin whatever he can remember. It's the Residency approach to learning ("see one, do one, teach one") and it seems to be working very well for all of them.
Thanksgiving was too short. Chris' dad and newest (and bestest) stepmother came for three days, and the only bad part of the visit was that both kids got really upset when it was time for them to leave. So did we, actually. They're so much fun to be around, and so wonderful with the kids. Very laid-back and no-nonsense; the kids get a lot of leeway but are expected to behave themselves, and when they don't, they're told off, the problem is dealt with, and then it's over.
I wish I'd written down some of the hysterical things at Biology class with Doris today. She taught them about the digestive system, and included a rousing game of Pin-the-pancreas-on-the-hapless-volunteer, a petri dish of digesting sludge, a large intestine emptying out the volunteer's left knee, and the final activity, digesting the digestive system. Doris brought out a bunch of gingerbread men, gummy worm organs, icing, and a map of the digestive system. Damn but I wish I had brought my camera. Intensely focussed kids are a wonder to behold.
I rocked the stay-at-home-mom-casbah today. Gave Daniel a math test in the morning, went to biology class and finished my Character Evidence readings, went grocery shopping, made home-made bread and lunch for Marie and her boys, who visited in the afternoon, and am now finishing off some fic administrative stuff. I rule.
Slept about three hours, badly, last night. This may explain a great deal.
It has been ~~pissing~~ pouring all bloody day long, and it's grey and dull. It's one of those days when really, all you ought to have to do is hunker down in front of a fireplace and contemplate the drumming of the water on your roof, and maybe play some backgammon.
That RL thorny problem? No resolution yet. But many very good nuggets of thought and support were kindly offered by y'all. I appreciate them, deeply.
ninja_kat Jr. just turned one, but is very sick and not celebratory right now. Poor little guy. Poor all of them.

::hugs and well-wishes through the ether::
Why do I think my dream-story also focussed unhealthily on a sock?