Ah, quiet day
Aug. 11th, 2006 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckieLast night, sleepover night for daycamp. Usually, they go on a field trip on Fridays. But this is the last week of the daycamp, and instead of a field trip, they spend Thursday night at the recreation center, staying up late, watching movies, ice skating, whatever. Then in the morning they give the kids breakfast, and they play some more. They give them lunch, and the kids go swimming, and parents are told that kids will be tired and crabby when we pick them up, consider picking them up early.
So last night, Mr. Cameron and I dropped off the Paidhi Kids and went out for a late supper. Came home, spent a quiet evening. This morning, I woke up at the usual hour, read email and blogs. And then I went back to bed.
Rolled out of bed at 12:30, ate some leftovers from last night's doggie bags, took a shower. It was very nice.
Reading Mark Kurlansky's Salt: A World History and damn it, there's very little I hate more than reading a non-fiction book and coming across a blatant error, something that five minutes of research would have corrected. Now I'm not sure if anything in the damn thing is remotely factual. (What was the error, you ask? In talking about the Hanseatic League, Mr. Kurlansky tells us that the strict regulations of the League made their products of reliable quality, and since the members of the League were called Easterlings, eventually something of reliable quality was referred to as "sterling" which is a shortening of Easterling. Didn't sound right. Sounded really off to me. So I hit the dictionary. Kurlansky could easily have done the same.)
I also had weird dreams last night. Someone dressed in a very creepy snowman costume, spraying machine-gun fire into a crowd. Later, Paidhi Boy strewing toilet paper over the corpses of the victims, while I explained to someone that a band of personality-fragments were up in arms about being replaced by new ones, and they were being led by the Id and... the Psychopomp. Who was the creepy snowman. This all made sense in the dream.
Off to get the (likely tired and cranky) kids!
So last night, Mr. Cameron and I dropped off the Paidhi Kids and went out for a late supper. Came home, spent a quiet evening. This morning, I woke up at the usual hour, read email and blogs. And then I went back to bed.
Rolled out of bed at 12:30, ate some leftovers from last night's doggie bags, took a shower. It was very nice.
Reading Mark Kurlansky's Salt: A World History and damn it, there's very little I hate more than reading a non-fiction book and coming across a blatant error, something that five minutes of research would have corrected. Now I'm not sure if anything in the damn thing is remotely factual. (What was the error, you ask? In talking about the Hanseatic League, Mr. Kurlansky tells us that the strict regulations of the League made their products of reliable quality, and since the members of the League were called Easterlings, eventually something of reliable quality was referred to as "sterling" which is a shortening of Easterling. Didn't sound right. Sounded really off to me. So I hit the dictionary. Kurlansky could easily have done the same.)
I also had weird dreams last night. Someone dressed in a very creepy snowman costume, spraying machine-gun fire into a crowd. Later, Paidhi Boy strewing toilet paper over the corpses of the victims, while I explained to someone that a band of personality-fragments were up in arms about being replaced by new ones, and they were being led by the Id and... the Psychopomp. Who was the creepy snowman. This all made sense in the dream.
Off to get the (likely tired and cranky) kids!
