From Twitter 09-16-2009

• 08:05:24: the downyn eighbours are at it again
  
• 09:13:31: Peach pies in the oven
  
• 13:45:50: has creaks, cracks, and groans coming out of her bones, and full eighty-one days until morning.
  
• 13:46:08: @eleneariel I never actually... heard of Banned Books Week.
  
• 15:13:45: horrified that it took her the entire song of "Ah, the Moon Is Here" to remember it's from Footlight Parade. Slipping, I tell you. Slipping.
  
• 15:14:28: @eleneariel Awesome. I'm fascinated.
  
• 15:14:40: @sokorra I concur.
  
• 17:30:39: The rain outside, the smell of potato soup cooking, the golden glowiness of corbread and peach pie...
  

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The last load of laundry is in the dryer. I had three loads today.

The grain is all ground. I did a massive grinding: soft white wheat, hard red wheat, and a bit of rye. So I shouldn't have to do it again for a while.

One loaf of bread is baked and a tray of buns is now baking.

I even have been folding the laundry as it comes out of the dryer and I vacuumed up my flour/grain grinding mess.

Oh, and I made granola.

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I've been doing a lot of floor-sitting today, which I like to do and is comfy as long as I stay sitting, but getting up is a pain in the butt. Quite literally.

GooGoo hasn't moved much since early this morning. Naturally I'm panicking.

And I have heartburn. I'm going to blame the disgustingly addictive pound cake that Donna left here last night from the memorial. It's really not THAT good... yet I keep stuffing it in my face. I've had enough now though. When my loaf of rye bread cools down a bit more I'll have egg salad-leek-tomato sandwich and cottage cheese.

( Today's Food )

What is left? Pears. Pears and more pears. I'm not sure I want to deal with pears, but somebody has to do it, and Dan is busy and already did more than his share of chores today and yesterday. I have such a nice husband.

Definitely going to see if I can make room in the fridge to put some of them in there and buy myself another day of procrastination. If I can get half of them done today, my conscience will be sufficiently eased. So glad it's not a hugemongous amount of pears. About 1/3 of a milk crate.

Okay, time to make and eat my lunch.

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Book 58: The Doll People, Ann M Martin. 256pp

Saw this one and had to get it. I mean, I've always been hugely fascinated by stories about dolls and dolls' houses, and I was definitely curious to see how a modern-day author would handle this kind of story, especially since it deals (partly) with antique dolls.

I didn't find it great (The Dolls' House by Rumer Godden still holds first place for me there), but it was good; fresh and entertaining in its mixing of old dolls and old dollhouse with a modern, plastic doll family and house; very funny in regards to the little pesty sister who played things like "flying kitchen sink"; and the illustrations were quite nice.

The story itself wasn't always all that engrossing, but the fun of the style and interaction of characters kept the ball rolling when the plot lacked.

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Book 59: Husband-Coached Childbirth, Robert A Bradley. 231pp

Borrowed this from our midwife, and it was enjoyable to read. There are *some* bones I could pick with it. Clearly the author is not keen on homebirth. Boo.

Also, he can't seem to resolve in his head whether a Creator made us human souls or we are just human animals in the evolutionary chain. One or the other, but seriously, make up your mind and be consistent.

Oh, and my husband is not a bad cook just because he is a man. In fact, he is quite good.

Those things aside, however, I did really find it a fun read. He has a dry sense of humour as he discusses how to handle various situations and frequently refers to "Gone With the Wind" being responsible for various myths about, say, miscarrying automatically when falling down stairs. I did glean quite a lot of good information from it while remaining sceptical about other bits and pieces.

All in all, it made me glad that we are choosing to do an unmedicated birth and made me feel a lot more ready to meet the experience rather than panicking that I won't be able to do it.

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This is my "Don't mess with the heartburn lady" face:



Srsly. It needs to GO AWAY.

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This is my "I'm so bored I can't think of anything to do but yawn" face:



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And this is my "Jael needs to go to bed/get her hips massaged/has big hair/is in general miserable" face: