Brain? What brain?

So much for my temporary super powers.

Today has been un-eventful, neutral, and kind of long. I've been feeling a little under the weather, but not actually sick. Hope I'm not about to get sick. Mostly, I'm just waiting for bed time!

I was unable to go to register Grant for swimming lessons, because you have to do it in person, and Josh forgot to leave me the car seats. But since I was feeling not too great, I didn't mind as much as I usually would have, and perhaps ought to. The only other plan I had today was bathing my children. Well, and feeding them and stuff.

Yesterday I started another story. It's not the cleverest I've ever written, to be quite honest. The one I started earlier this summer had much more promise, but I realized I had to start over and never did. If I had a dollar for every story I've started, I could take you to a rather nice dinner. But if I had a dollar for every one I've finished, we'd be having hot dogs. And I don't even like hot dogs.

I'm just going to talk for a second about teenagers. When did it become the way it is now? I've been mulling this over for a long time (you know how I dwell), maybe months. One day I was sitting around actually listening to the radio, and it suddenly occurred to me that all the angry teenager songs are all directed at the same target: their parents. I thought of my own little babies, and my case looked pretty hopeless. Not only are they going to fight me for what I do and say, they're also going to fight me out of duty to their own little teen-aged subculture. And how did teenagers get their own subculture? It's just a number, a few short years out of the life of an individual. It's supposed to represent the transition from childhood into adulthood, but what is there in life that is less mature than a teenager? Adults do what must be done, regardless of the distaste involved. Teens do nothing that will not please them. Adults acknowledge their imperfections and mistakes, and strive to correct and improve. Teens brag about their imperfections, and strive to make everyone else accept them the way they are. (That is, when they are not occupied with denying their imperfections and blaming mistakes on everyone else.) Then they go out and write songs about how repressed, oppressed and misunderstood by the only people who are guaranteed to love them unconditionally and forever. Fantastic. Forgive us, Devine and Flawless Children, for holding you back from expressing yourselves right into the hospital, prison or morgue!

Glekhh. Headache.

So..tomorrow I am going to try and get Grant registered for swimming lessons. Maybe I will also stop by the library. I've been meaning to, you know. Mostly to keep myself from sneaking to the bookstore and spending a few bills' worth on filling my bookshelves. Friday we are likely to be visiting with Ryan and Jennie Franke, who, with their little Amelia, will be in the area. Saturday my cousin, Sky, might be joining us (yeah...I know...but I always plan for it, and one day she really will) and we will spend the day with Chris and his girls, then Sunday Jenn is finally going to bring her husband by!! I'm so excited. And the kids are super happy that Carter is coming. They love him. When I was talking to my mom on the phone yesterday, I was contemplating having Thanksgiving at my house sometime, and inviting my grandmother and uncle over during his visit....in November. Mom laughed and said I must feel like having company. And see? I'm getting my wish.

Still headache.

Have you seen the bags of mixed berries in the freezer section of the grocery store? Strawberries, red raspberries, blackberries and blueberries. Yesterday for snack time we had some served over the loaf-shaped angel food cake. I definitely recommend. Very yummy. I'm sure you could add extra stuff, like whipped cream, but it was just fine without it. Not over sweet. Just good. And very summery!

All the bills came today. That's actually an okay thing. I'll feel better when I get them all paid. That reminds me. I need 2 cent stamps. Maybe I'll take the bills to the post office and mail them from there. I have to go register Grant, so why not do all those things at the same time? And with any luck, I will be feeling fine by tomorrow.

We're going to ignore that I feel feverish right now.

I'm going to go bathe my kids. Then, maybe we can thaw out some more berries for dessert. Berries go great with Tylenol, right?