Sunday, May 22, 2016

My Husband Has Gone GoT Crazy

Way back in the dark ages, otherwise known as the late nineties, early oughts, I bought a paperback novel called A Game of Thrones.  I read the book, and it made me very angry, so I put it on a shelf and determined to think about it no more. 

After Larry and I started dating, however, he found the book.  He got angry at the same part that I did, but unlike me, he decided to read the next book in the series.  Then I had to read the next book, because I couldn't argue with him about stuff I didn't know, unlike some people out there.  Larry and I found ourselves hooked on the fantasy world of Westeros, jonesing for the next book.  Then the television series came out, and we were both giddy with anticipation, but cautious.  HBO did a fine job of recreating scenes from the books, and the actors became the characters to us.

"What about Lady Stoneheart?"

Except that now the show has passed up the books.  George R.R.Martin, the author of the A Song of Ice and Fire series, has been taking his darn sweet time about finishing his next book, The Winds of Winter.  That's his prerogative as an author, blah, blah, blah.  The television show has moved beyond the books, because the fact that the author can't finish his novel is no reason to cease production on a show that has millions of viewers.   The show must go on.

"Hey, what if this whole series has been about the feud between Bloodraven and Bittersteel?"

This has left my husband in a quandry.  Larry is very fastidious about his reading material.  He has read all the books, graphic novels, and short stories about Westeros.  He enjoyed discussing the comparisons of the literature to what he saw on the television series.  Now that there is no book to compare with the show, he's a bit lost.  Oh, he listens to every single podcast he can find, and reads every single article about the show. It's not the same, however, because everything right now is just theory.  Anyone can have a theory, and those who do have a theory are not shy about posting those theories online.

"What if Melisandre is the granddaughter of Bloodraven?"

Even Larry has his theories, which he talks about at length with anyone else he finds who watches the show.  Anyone. Some of his theories are very obscure and way more intricate than any normal human being can process, but it's obvious that he's spent a bit of time thinking about the story.  Occasionally he gets on my nerves with the constant focus on GoT.  Information overload.  But I'll also admit that most of the time he brings up some good points, things that Martin himself has probably thought of.  I guess we will find out whenever the next book arrives, which may be sometime in the next decade.

"Are they going to ever talk about Coldhands??"

In the meantime, Sunday at 8pm finds us right in front of the television, waiting impatiently for the music to start up, so we can find out if Jon Snow lives, or if Sansa gets away from Ramsey, or if Bran will ever fly.  Well, all that, and dragons. 

Thursday, May 12, 2016

I Was Just Sick

Yesterday I stopped at a fast food place and grabbed a wrap for dinner, something I thought would be healthy for me.  I was wrong.  By bedtime, my tummy was not happy.  I tried to sleep, but the rumbling and grumbling was keeping me awake. 

Then came nausea. And the barfing.

Around three in the morning, I finally remembered that I still had a ton of nausea medication in my medicine cabinet.  Maybe that would let me sleep, I thought.  I have no sick leave left, so no matter what, I would have to go to work.

As I was trying to tear the stupid foil pack open so I could take my zofran, it hit me.  I was sick.  Just a simple case of food poisoning.  I was just plain sick. 

For the last two years, everything that has happened to me has been about cancer.  All of my surgeries?  Cancer. Fingernails popping off?  Cancer.  Sores in my throat?  Cancer.  Everything about my health for too long has been about those stupid cancer cells. You get so zeroed in on that one aspect of your health, it ends up being your sole focus. Everything, even a hangnail, becomes about cancer. Nothing else registers until the danger has passed. This is the first time in two years that I have been sick that didn't have a single thing to do with cancer. 

Yeah, I know.  Only I could come up with something positive about barfing at three in the morning.  But it made the barfing a little more bearable. I went into work stocked with crackers and plenty of water, but that was okay.

I was just sick. 

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

My Kid Is Turning Into His Parents

Last year we discovered that our son needed glasses.  We'd had no idea there was a problem, but he complained of headaches.  I took him to the pediatrician with the expectations that it would be allergies, but Zane failed the vision screening.   He didn't even make it past the second line!  Off to the pediatric ophthalmologist we went, and soon Zane had his first pair of glasses. 

He did not like them, of course.  No kid does.  But once he realized that he could actually SEE the board in the classroom, I think he figured out that he needed them.  His grades started coming up.  And he started reading better.  So much better, in fact, that he started reading all of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books. By himself.  I didn't actually think that he was reading, because the books have tons of pictures, and he is eight.  But he passed an AR test, so he had indeed read the book. 

And it's not just that he wants to read.  He also wants to carry ALL of his books around with him at all times.  I've noticed that his backpack has been astonishingly heavy on several occasions, and I've had to limit him to a single book.  Zane will comply, but then he will come home with seven or eight large tomes acquired from his school library.  It hit me one day that I used to behave similarly as a kid.  I still hoard books. I used to carry around a book or two, just in case I ended up in a line somewhere with nothing to do.  These days I have my phone to distract me, along with the Kindle App. 

Zane has also become proficient in technology with his tablet.  He spends an inordinate amount of time on his tablet, watching movies, playing games, etc.  My son sees me on my laptop often, but he also sees his father on HIS tablet, playing games, watching videos, and reading.  Lately Zane doesn't want to do much running about or playing; he wants to sit on the couch and play on his tablet or read a book. 

Just like his mom and dad. 

I don't want my son to be an introverted couch potato like his parents.  I want him to continue to be an extroverted, active boy.  This means that I will have to start modeling the appropriate behavior. I'm still recovering from surgery(that open wound is healing soooooo slowly!), but I can walk.  I really have no excuse, except that I'm feeling a little lazy right now, at the end of the school year. 

But once school is out, Zane and I are going to have an active summer.  We'll get up early and walk the dog, when it's cooler outside.  We'll go downtown and check out the Alamo and the different museums in town.  We'll go exploring.  We have passes to SeaWorld, so we can spend time there, as well.

Goodness--after all that activity, I may need a nap.  Or two.   And better walking shoes!