Raynotes. Here are some things I want to remember: She and the cat get along now. She’ll sit beside the cat and pat him (not gently) until…well, pretty much until she gets so excited that she throws herself over backwards and lies there giggling to herself. She tongue-kisses herself in the mirror whenever we put […]
Reviews. The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster; Orthodoxy, by G.K. Chesterton, and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, by J.K. Rowling. The Phantom Tollbooth. I was first introduced to Norton Juster by my younger brother, Andy, who, when faced with the task of finding me a birthday present a couple of years ago, wandered
Joe’s House. Joe’s place is a place of nevertheless. It should suck to be over at Joe’s. It’s not babyproofed. There are two non-disciplined dogs and a spoiled kid running around. The roomie situation is tense. The floor is covered with innumerable tidbits that Ray can’t have. The backyard is tiered, with stone steps and
Frustrating. You know what’s frustrating? Non-paying websites that want more than non-paying rights. I’m trying to find a place for the serial I put up here, Mrs. Kurtz, but I’m having problems. Guess what? The places I’d consider sending it out to don’t want it, because I put it up here. One place even wanted
No. Turns out that Ray does better going through her day if you say “No” and mean it sometimes. The interdiction doesn’t last very long (thirty seconds), and she’s upset, but she isn’t hurt. She seems happier dealing with a straight-out “no” than a general sense of annoyance. It seems obvious, but I’d always wondered.