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+350, 5819/90000

I didn't actually spend much time writing today, maybe half an hour. I think I've figured out how to add more action at the beginning, so it's not just meetings and talking about politics. (Which I don't think is terribly dull inherently, but it's also not the most exciting thing ever. CJ Cherryh gets away with it for the first ~third of Inheritor, but a) it's the third book in a trilogy, and b) she's CJ Fucking Cherryh, and I'm not.)

Things I've learned recently:
1. Sahar has an old friend who's part of a radical autonomy front, who's also a hacker.
2. There's another POV character from a merchant ship, but I know nothing about her. At all. Seriously. Except that she witnesses the action that I just discovered.
3. I've identified my first casualty, and it makes me sad, because I like him.
4. I have a good backstory reason (that isn't even retcon) for the Hessians to be hired in Iron & Rust.
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+638, 5492/90000

The beginning of this is kind of plodding. I have a couple ideas of things to blow up (potentially literally?), but I'm not quite sure.

I dunno.
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+646, 4870/90000. 157 days left. (I need to get ~550 words a day, according to my Scrivener metric.)

I still haven't figured out if there's going to be a second POV character or not. I'm not sure what their subplot would end up being, anyway.
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+470, 4224/90000.

The second bit I worked on today is kind of ugh, partly because my brain is fuzzy and mostly wants me to just let it go to sleep and my ears are ringing, which is damned annoying.

I keep finding new and exciting things to add into the story. My original vague outline was 15 scene cards in Scrivener. I'm up to 23 now. Mostly I'm writing a scene and I say, hey, X implies Y, so I should address that somewhere. *makes new scene card*

It may not be the most efficient way to write, but it seems to be less inefficient than knowing three points on the timeline when I start. So far, anyway. We'll see.
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The current proprietors of LiveJournal have pretty much admitted that they don't give even a microfuck about their long-term users.

However, longtime LiveJournal users are upset by the changes. LiveJournal recently unveiled a complete redesign that overhauled the service's comments system, emphasized social networking, and set the stage for the upcoming communities blitz. Reaction from longtime users has been overwhelmingly negative--LiveJournal patrons slammed the redesign on the service's official blog.

LiveJournal's leadership has made it clear that their future American business strategy lies in generating new traffic rather than catering to the service's current small-but-loyal membership.


The only reason I still use my LJ is because 90% of my flist refuses to leave.
writing
Three scenes in, and I think I've gotten some of the finer points of the plot worked out. I'm still not sure if I'll need to add a second POV character, or who that person may be. If I figure out a subplot, that'll help.

So, word count. 3754/90000. 4% done.

I've given myself until the end of June to get a draft completed. It's certainly doable; I just need to figure out WTF I'm doing with, you know, the plot. I may have to draw association diagrams: who's working with whom, who's lying to whom, if there are any double-crosses going on...

Being a full-on planner isn't something I see happening, let me tell you. Mostly, I figure out the high points of the story (the rough outline I posted under lock recently) then figure out what needs to happen in order to get there. I also have a sense of how the politics work, but since that's the part that will make me rewrite 25k words, I'm going to work that out better in advance this time. Somehow. Possibly with pencil and a drawing pad.
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I just finished December's National Geographic, and this article on The City Solution was really interesting. It reminded me of a discussion Dana and I had that didn't really work on twitter. (Because 140 characters isn't really enough to get into depth...)

She, and I hope she'll correct me if I misstate things, desires a "back to nature" "sustainable" lifestyle, on a farm with cows or chickens or whatever, and driving 30-50 miles to sell things at farmers markets or go to buy things she can't produce herself (or order over the internet).

To me, that's not sustainable in the sense of "if we keep doing this, we won't trash the environment any worse than we have already." The amount of fossil fuels burned to drive to market (assuming she doesn't retrofit the vehicle for biodiesel, which is something I know she's talked about doing; but then, where does the oil come from?) are in themselves unsustainable. Eating meat is pretty unsustainable in and of itself. Granted, raising your own animals is less harmful than factory-scale farming, but then you only can eat your own animals or the animals of people who also have small herds (and there we go again with the driving a lot to get the food).

Traditional subsistence farming (growing your own food and having enough to feed yourself and *maybe* trade with your neighbor who grows something else) is something we've gone technologically beyond, even if an argument has been made in favor of something like subsistence farming. However, that essayist stretches the definition almost to breaking, and he sort of conflates subsistence farming with organic farming, which are not the same thing.

In a city, people use public transportation. Not everyone, of course, but in places like New York, London, Paris, Berlin, and Tokyo, taking the bus or subway is often more convenient than driving. Many New Yorkers don't even own cars, for example. (Compare that to LA, which has notoriously shitty public transit and a massive car culture...and a smog problem.) Things are close enough that you can walk to them: walk to the bus stop or train station, walk to the grocery store, walk to the kebab shop, walk to the pub. Or ride your bike.

Your food still has to get to you, but economies of scale (ie, one truck delivering 500 lbs of cucumbers) allow the CO2 emissions to be spread over more people.

If people live closer to their jobs and the things they need, or even a short walk and a train/bus ride away, the CO2 emissions are much lower. There was a graphic in the print version that I can't find online, comparing the national CO2 per capita emission averages to individual cities' per capita emissions. New York City had between half and a third the average US emissions.

Now, not everyone can live in cities, of course: there's not much in the way of farmland in a city. Many European cities have community gardens, where you can rent a square of dirt and grow stuff, but that's not a large enough scale to feed people. If we didn't have factory-farmed meat, and if Western culture weren't so focused on MEAT! EAT MEAT! MEAT THREE TIMES A DAY!!!, that would take care of one major source of environmental destruction (hog lagoons, for example) and free up land to be used for growing food for humans. There's really no reason to feed corn to pigs and cows, except that it's subsidized out the wazoo.

(Aside: subtherapeutic antibiotic use in farm animals as a means to make them grow faster is the worst fucking idea of all time, and fucking right it should be banned. But there's no chance in hell of that happening.)

If I have a conclusion, it's this: the American way of life is unsustainable (in the "killing the planet" sense). More people moving out into the far reaches, past the suburbs, in an effort to get "back to nature" or what have you, only hastens the day when oil runs out and increases greenhouse gases. We should be concentrating in cities of the European model (ie, with public transportation).
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Yesterday I was away from my computer most of the day. We did our usual coffee-groceries-farmers market Saturday morning, then I washed towels, did a perfunctory computer check, ate lunch, and drove to Raleigh. I needed to pick up a couple things at Lush, then Daniel was going to root my phone and install cyanogenmod on it.

I left at 12:30, figuring I could get to the mall & be finished there and to L&D's by 2, easily. I didn't factor in that it would take three light rotations to be able to turn into the parking lot, or that there are a metric fuckton of assholes who think they can park their fucking SUVs in the compact spaces, thereby taking up 1.3 spaces each. (But it's a COMPACT SUV! Look, fuckface, I drive a MINI. I can't fit my car in the space left between your SUV, which is over the line on one side, and this other jackass's SUV over the line on the other side.) So I had to park pretty far from where I needed to be, which meant I had to speedwalk across the mall, around people who just randomly stop, etc, rush through Lush, where the sales staff is always "HI HOW CAN I HELP YOU LET'S CHAT!" and speedwalk back to my car. And take five minutes just to get out of the deck. Driving across Raleigh took only slightly longer than getting out of the mall.

So anyway. I gave Daniel my phone, we backed up important things like my SMS/MMS and Angry Birds save file, and he spent the next ... hour or so arguing with the drivers before getting it to install. So my phone's running cyanogenmod now, and I like it so far. I spent several hours reinstalling my apps and poking with the settings. There are a lot of settings.

So far today, I've put my music and photos back on it and figured out how to do custom ringtones (by user!) (ringdroid is your friend). I don't like the default clock/alarm, so I installed kaloer clock, which is nicer. I'm still working on an understanding of the calendar (which isn't gcal, but syncs to it, and I can't figure how to get facebook calendar onto it...).

Right. It's noon. I need to finish reading a book and figure out what on earth I'm doing with my own current in-progress novel. Also lunch. We have some nice artichoke-parmesan spread from WSM and some flatbreads to eat it on. Nom.

(Also, probably roasting a kabocha squash to make puree for dinner. It's in the Thanksgiving issue of Bon Appetit if you want the recipe.)
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After purging and reuploading my entire domain and napping off an incipient migraine, I'm calling today a wash as far as writing.

Also, I'm going to get out some CJ Cherryh and reread that to see how she makes politics not boring as hell. But tonight I have tai chi class.
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I have reuploaded my entire fannish domain (the one where my mood theme is hosted). It took me the better part of an hour to do it, because I had to start up my old computer, move the stack of papers on the mousepad so I can use it, figure out where on earth I'd stored everything in the first place, turn on filesharing on my laptop, navigate around two keyboards (and try to remember that the monitor in back is not connected to the laptop screen in front), copy several thousand files, and reupload them all.

(Then I also decided to copy the 1.6GB of fanart I'd downloaded over the years and then my 8.7GB mp3 collection, which is still copying as I type this, though it says I only have an hour left.)

I may decide at some point to burn the CSS site design that Tammy did for me and go to a basic, dull wordpress layout with minimal customizations. (I can still use the header she made, though.) But all the files I have are in html, and wp likes plain text, so it'll be a bit more effort than I'd like to expend on a site I almost never use anymore. (It's not even linked in my DW profile.)

For now, I'm focusing on writing, not goofing around with websites. Though I can't exactly type well right now. This is a nice picture of why.
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Those of you who were at Phil's yestereve may recall I was talking about a friend of mine who didn't particularly appreciate Steven Moffat's treatment of women and an essay she wrote. Here it is.
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I have a(n admittedly vague) outline of Novel 2. I have 15 scene index cards lined up in Scrivener, hitting the major plot points. This isn't anywhere near enough to make a full novel, but I at least have about a dozen more plot points planned out than I did when I started on Iron and Rust.

The tricky part is going to be working out the politics. (Someday I want to write politics like CJ Cherryh, but that day is not today. I hope to have more logical politics than Gundam, at least.)

So I started on the first scene, which now has 485 words. I'd write more, but I need to go to my PT, and Ben'll be home soon. My calendar tomorrow is delightfully clear, at least. I just need to not get distracted looking up low-carb, grain-free wet cat food options that are available in Germany. Because the Plan™ does not involve moving across the Atlantic with Isis.

I'm not sure how to tag this. It's in the same universe as the space Germans, but there are no space Germans involved in this tale. (Well, maybe a little at the end. And probably an ambassador or two.) I don't have a title for it, either. I can rename the tags later, at least.
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I have a cat on my lap, one in the loft above my head, and two on the floor of my room. Not sure where the last one is.

I didn't kill Ben's dad.

Ben sorted through a lot of things in the closet of his parents' house. They've lived in this 100-year-old, 5-bedroom, 3.5-bath house with attic and basement for 30 years, and as far as I can tell, no one's been forced to get rid of anything. (Apparently his mom forced his dad to get rid of his papers dating prior to 1990? And there are shelves in the basement that make Phil's look uncluttered. And stable.)

So, he found his stuff from his trip to Japan in college, including his pictures which are on SLIDES (who made SLIDES in 1997??), the Hanshin Tigers cheering bats, a really nice silk handkerchief, and a bunch of Super Famicom games that he forgot he even had. He also found his Transformers.

Into the garbage or to a yard-sale/sort later pile went tons of tchotchkes and trinkets and assorted small junk. Noisemakers, those tubes with the rolls of paper that unroll when you blow in them, finger traps, etc.

He's going to have to make some hard decisions if Operation: Move to Berlin happens.

I moved twice (that I remember; my first move was age 2) growing up. Once after 4th grade, into a house of similar size with a basement & large walk-up attic, then again after 10th grade, into a slightly smaller house (and a much smaller bedroom) with a crawlspace attic and no basement. We had to get rid of things. Yeah, mom kept the dolls and things Grandma brought back from her travels around the world, but if it wasn't something with immediate use or sentimental value, we pretty much got rid of it. Then when she moved from the last house I lived in out to WV to live with her husband, she had me go through what I still had there and either take it home with me or send it to Goodwill/the church yard sale.

I'd like to downsize & de-clutter my life. (I really need to just price out and list the mass of books I have to sell.) Ben's mom likes is obsessed with stocking stuffers. Sometimes they're useful: food, coasters, ornaments, whatever. And this year, they're sponsoring a snow leopard at the STL Zoo in my name, so I got a stuffed snow leopard & a certificate & stuff in my stocking. Sometimes it's things like bouncy balls that light up when you bounce them. The latter comprised a large portion of what Ben got rid of over the weekend.

But I don't want to ask his mom to stop doing something she likes doing (and is really excited about) in order to simplify my life. I feel guilty about getting rid of things people gave me, and I have the constant money-angst that someone who grew up working poor has: they spent their hard-earned money on this thing for me, I can't just throw it out/give it to Goodwill.

Shipping a lot of boxes of junk, along with furniture & such, overseas, and living in an apartment half the size of our house with essentially a big locker in the basement *if we're lucky* doesn't work well with "keep accumulating and accumulating and never get rid of anything."
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I'm in St Louis. I haven't killed Ben's dad yet.

I had a glass of Glenlivet 18 at the Melting Pot last night. I had to drink it quickly because everyone else was like LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO. That was not a good idea. It was pretty good, though.

Today will be going outside and walking, tomorrow will be Christmas and Ben sorting through his stuff stored in closets.
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I present to you a review (by someone else) of Watch on the Rhine, a book in which John Ringo (and some other less famous dude) try to convince us that the N*zis weren't really all that bad.

What.

The.

Fuck.

(Apparently, also, the Bundeskanzler defends the Waffen-SS. OMGWTF JESUS CHRIST NO. Unless the NPD managed somehow to get enough votes to lead a coalition, no Chancellor would say something like that. (Think it? Maybe. Say it out loud? Political suicide.))

I'm offended that this book exists. Ugh.
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I think I like this version. I incorporated some of Mo's suggestions, and it's up to 7100 words. Which is a lot for me, because short stories are hard. I want to submit it shortly after the new year, around the 3rd or 4th, so if you've got the first draft and haven't gotten me your comments, let me know if you want the new version. Also, if you could get me comments by the 2nd, that would be awesome.

The first entry is longer by a lot, and there are some more details.

Also, please, if any of my German friends are willing to give this a read-over for early GDR stuff, let me know. I've poked around wikipedia and googled some stuff, but I don't want to have someone be like, "pff, you could totally get Milka in the GDR in 1961" or whatever.
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Yesterday involved sleeping in a bit, eating gingerbread cake with lemon curd whipped cream (and I had to make the lemon curd myself, because the store was apparently having trouble with the supplier and I didn't feel like going to Harris Teeter; it really says something about me when I'd rather make custard from scratch than drive 15 minutes each way to the store.), opening the one gift on the table (a framed picture from Ben's aunt), and generally lazing about until we went to see Sherlock Holmes with Laura & Paul then get Chinese food for dinner.

I read all of Dragon Bones (because I betaed a fic in that universe and had a very vague memory of enjoying the books when I read them; it's odd that the only part of the book I remembered was the subplot about the twins...). I started it after breakfast & present (around 11, I think?) and finished it around 2. Ben was astonished, as usual. I can read 100 pages an hour (in English, if it isn't dense). That's how I roll...

Sherlock Holmes was fun and fanservicey and actiony. Holmes' German (and Moriarty's) was atrocious. Mostly they were quoting Schubert's "Die Forelle." (Thematic!) Their accents were horrid and unintelligible. Also, Moriarty sang "Vorüber wie UN Pfeil." Nein, nyet, non. Un is French.

We got to Jade Palace later than we've gone on Christmas before, around 6:30, and it was packed. We got a table at 6:45, which wasn't awful, but we had to flag down a waitress to take our order, and she didn't bring our drinks for a while. But she was running around in circles, so we couldn't really blame her. Next year if we go out for a movie rather than watch one on video, we should time it better. If that means dinner at 5 for a 7 pm movie, so be it...
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I watched all of it (it's only 7 1-hour episodes). It was rather good, even if the hindsight of 8 years on makes the various assumptions of the military painful. It's essentially narrative non-fiction (with dramatic license, of course), based on a book by an embedded reporter.

The reporter serves two functions in the story. Primarily, he's the guy writing the book and tagging along with the 1st Recon Battalion's Bravo Company to take notes on what he sees. Secondarily, he's there to ask the stupid questions the non-military viewer is asking. Like "What does November Juliet mean?" (in reference to coffee, which doesn't have a particularly polite derivation, and they leave it to the black Marine to say it.) Or "What do you need to buy adult diapers for?" (Duh, if they have to piss and can't leave their positions...)

You really get to see that Rumsfeld sent them to war with the army they had, not the army they wanted. They're driving around in open Humvees, without adequate oil for the guns, so they keep jamming up, without enough batteries for their night vision goggles, etc etc etc. It was stupid and wasteful of human resources.

It's really bizarre, and a major source of cognitive dissonance, to be an essentially pacifist leftist and also fascinated by military (non)fiction. Also a source of frustration when looking for books to read, because the majority of military SF writers espouse their very hard-right views in their texts. So I won't read John Ringo, Michael Williamson, or, really, half of Baen's catalog. I don't particularly enjoy smacking into their basic assumptions while I'm trying to read a book.

If I get something more profound to say about it, maybe I'll write a post for my real blog.
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Someone on twitter mentioned that Amazon had the Blu-Ray set of Generation Kill for $23.99, so I had Ben order it. (Pay with Points is the best thing ever.) We're one disk in, and it's pretty interesting. It's about a Marine recon squad at the invasion of Iraq, based on a book by the Rolling Stone writer Evan Wright. They swear a lot and use a lot of ableist, homophobic language (which, I suppose, is pretty realistic...), and it's hard to keep track of who's who. Other than that, I like it fairly well.

I crocheted a cover for my Kobo. It's not as big as I'd wanted it to be, because I didn't have enough yarn, but it works well enough. I may decide to sew one, make it a two-sided thing with a spot for my phone on the other side. That'll require some planning & engineering first, and I'll need to make sure I have some good interfacing floating around (or go buy some).

I made some edits on Something based on the feedback I've gotten so far, and I'm mulling one suggestion that I think has merit but I'm not sure I can pull it off without being all telling. I'll see what the last two readers have to say when they get back to me later this week.

I need to write up several reviews and one set of beta notes. I think I'll work on that this afternoon.

Our neighbor brought us oatmeal scotchies yesterday. Nom nom.

My football club is full of drama and ridiculousness right now. The coach didn't want to extend his contract, the management wanted him to; he kept dancing around the subject in the media (which he said is because the management asked him to); this week the club said he hadn't told them months ago. He was fired, and they're talking about bringing this other guy in and he's not a very good coach (43% overall win ratio...) and BLAH DRAMA LLAMA GO AWAY.
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I got my Kobo the day I posted about it. Apparently, the driver decided that "I put it in the mailbox" was the same as "I left it on the doorstep." I've read all of Pilgrim of the Sky (which I'm reviewing for Bull Spec) and half of [personal profile] anthimeria's, which I'm betaing.

I've discovered that it doesn't handle rtfs terribly well, at least those that came from docs. It doesn't like to go into sleep mode from rtf, and it didn't save my place. So I imported it into Scrivener (which was a bit of an ordeal in itself) and converted it to epub, which it's having a fine time with.

I'm crocheting a cover for it out of some alpaca yarn I bought ages ago & has been sitting around since. It's taking forever (6 rows to an inch, needs to be 10"+).

I've gotten one beta's notes on Something There Is, but I said I wanted them back tomorrow, so that's OK. I'll spend Friday on revisions, then let it sit a few more days, reread and submit it.

I applied for two more jobs at the same place I applied before. I'm not allowed to apply for similar positions until May, which means the PVG stuff is out, even though there are currently 4 PVG openings. :P A friend wrote an essay on other things you can do with your PhD, and medical writing was in there. So I was like, hey, I have a medical degree, and I can write. I dug up my CV and found some other versions of my resume and updated it. So, applied. Considering I'm marginally qualified (at best) for either of them (one's a senior writer position, the other's in regulatory something), I don't even know if my resume will make it past the first round of screening. Wait and see. The one job's been posted since October, so maybe they're desperate by now.

I finished reading No god but God, and I plan to review it on my blog soon. Short version: interesting history of Islam with a broad explanation of what's going on currently in the Arab world and why. Recommended.
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Draft 1 complete.

Anybody want to beta this? It's 6700 words. Turnaround by the 15th. (Antho subs close 1/15.) Tentative title: Something There Is

(Reference linked because Ben didn't get the reference.)
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I ordered a Kobo Touch today. They're selling one "with offers" for $99, which is the same price point as a Kindle Touch. The "offers" are basically ads and special offers from "select partners." I figure it can't be worse than the ads running on apps on my phone because I'm too cheap to pay for Angry Birds or Tweetcaster. The other down side of the cheaper one is that it only comes in black, not the cute silver, lavender, or Carolina blue the $129 one comes in as well. *shrug*

The main advantages I see for the Kobo over Kindle is that it has an SD slot that takes up to 32 GB and it can read more file formats. Since it's not a tablet (though Kobo makes one), you can't install the Kindle or nook apps on it to read those books, but I have/can get them on my phone or laptop, so whatever. I also have the Kobo desktop on my laptop.

I opted for an e-ink screen over a tablet for a couple reasons. First, battery life. It may have a bigger battery than my phone, but the specs for most tablet readers say you can get 7 hours or so of reading. My phone, with the screen brightness turned down and other battery-saving features, runs through about a quarter to a half if I'm playing Angry Birds for an hour or two. Second, I don't really *need* to have facebook or email (or Angry Birds) on the reader. I have my phone for that. Sure, writing long emails on my phone kinda sucks, but nothing's usually so important that it can't wait until I'm at my laptop again. Third, so much cheaper. The tablet e-readers are running $200-250 (or more, if you want an iPad). I can afford a Christmas present for myself that's $100, but $200+ is pushing it (and, besides, I have an Android phone).

The website said they'll start shipping on Monday and I'll get email with a tracking number when it does. I'll write more when I have it in hand and can play with it. I have a novel to beta read and another to review. I'll see how it works on those.
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Wednesday morning, I drove up to Maryland for Thanksgiving. I stayed with my grandparents for multiple reasons: 1) my mom's guest bed is dreadfully uncomfortable, 2) her house is smoky and gives me migraines, 3) Grandpa's 87 and Grandma's 82.

They live in a retirement/assisted living apartment complex. They're in one of the retirement buildings. If they need to, they can move into the more assisted sections of the facility. They've been there 13 years, and they love it. Their apartment is cute, 2 bedrooms, 2 baths, living/dining room, tiny kitchen (there's a cafeteria on site).

Anyway, the drive up Wednesday was fine, if windy and periodically cloudy. I discovered that popping my sunroof decreases the sideways motion when the wind comes up hard. I didn't hit any traffic until Fredericksburg, though it persisted the whole way to 270. 495 wasn't as bad as 95. I got to NoVa around 2:30 or 3, then I made it to my grandparents' around 4:30. So a tad over 7 hours including 3 stops.

We went out to an Italian restaurant for dinner, then I showed them all my travel photos. We started with last summer's European vacation, then I paged quickly through the Berlin Xmas trip and Japan. Grandma said I travel a lot. As often as possible!

She gave me a bunch of stuff from Bath & Body Works, which always has a perfumey smell to it. Ah well. I also got socks. Grandma likes putting together little bags for us, and they've usually got shower stuff, socks, jewelry, etc in them. So I said, "yay, socks!" and she asked if I wanted more. She apparently just buys socks at the store when she sees them, and she sticks them in a drawer to either give to people or replace her socks when they wear out. So, anyway, I ended up with a dozen new pairs of cute socks. She also gave me a fleece vest, a sweater, and a velvety hoodie. And a copy of The Kite Runner. And a brooch that was her aunt's.

I also ended up with 2 bags of Nestle chips (1 milk, 1 semi-sweet) and a slice each of cranberry and chocolate pecan pie. (Let me tell you, chocolate pecan pie is fucking AMAZING. I bet it would be awesome with hazelnuts instead. Nutella pie? Hell yes.) Every year at Thanksgiving, Grandpa makes three pies: one either pumpkin or pecan, and two cranberry pies. He takes the pumpkin/pecan and one cranberry to mom's for dinner, and the other cranberry he eats for breakfast for the next week. Mom will eat the leftover cranberry pie for breakfast, too.

Thursday morning before we drove out to mom's, I sat with my laptop and wrote some more of my spy story. It's up to 2000 words, and I just finished the second entry (the one that was partway through in the last locked post). I'll see about doing more on that tomorrow. Today I've been catching up on teh intarwebs and doing laundry. Tomorrow I need to clean the bathroom, but that won't take all day.

I took mom most of a jar of sauerkraut from the farmers market. It's really nice, fairly mild stuff. Ben & I can always buy another jar, and I want to try it with caraway. Because I bet that would make it more awesome. Mom enjoyed it, and so did the grandparents. For years, I thought I was a bad German because I hated sauerkraut. As it turns out, I just hate the kind of sauerkraut that comes from bags in the supermarket.

My grandfather grew up in a German immigrant community in Pennsylvania. His father, who was born in Silesia (now Poland), had a friend whose house they'd go to that always smelled funky. They made their own sauerkraut in their basement.

So mom, G&G, my sister, and I all hung out at mom's for a while. Bin brought a quiche and some veggies for roasting (squash, beets, potatoes, carrots), I brought stuff for the sweet potato casserole which went over so well with Ben's folks last year (and equally well with mine this year; I xeroxed the recipe for Gram), and mom had everything else (except Gramps' pies). "Everything else" was a turkey, corn, green beans, rolls, cornbread stuffing, appetizers, and gravy. The only things I couldn't eat were the turkey and gravy (made with beef fat). Mom actually read the labels on the stuffing packages and determined that the Pepperidge Farms one was OK, but the Stove Top one had chicken something in it. Go mom? She just didn't read the gravy closely enough. (Which is fine; I'm not big on gravy as it is.)

We ate a bunch of food; everyone loved the potatoes. We sat around and talked while waiting for there to be room for dessert. All of us but mom talked politics and world news; thankfully no one there is knee-jerk Republican. Let me assure you that discussing things with my family is less stressful than with Ben's dad, because they don't treat living room conversations like they're Socratic inquisitions.

The grandparents are registered independent, which in MD (and NC) means you can vote in either primary. They think the current crop of GOP presidential candidates are really out there. I have no idea how I got to be the way I am--engaged with politics, interested in knowing about the world and seeing the world--growing up with my mother. She's completely uninterested in current events, news, politics, or traveling. I can't imagine being so completely isolated and insulated.

After dinner, grandma brought out this envelope from the Maryland Anatomy Board and asked if we had any objections to them donating their bodies to science. I think that's pretty awesome, even if it's a somewhat morbid Thanksgiving dinner topic.

Grandpa drove us back to their place, which was a little scary. (I mentioned that he's 87, right?) We talked a bit more before getting more sleep.

Friday morning, Grandpa made scrambled eggs, and I put mine on toast because I like them that way, dammit. We talked a bit more before I had to leave. I only hit a little traffic on 495 in Virginia, near the Woodbridge/Manassas exit. I left a little after 9 and pulled into my garage at 2:30, including 2 or 3 stops. Not hitting NoVa traffic makes a big difference. (Well, on the way up, there was more traffic on 27, and more cars at the stop lights, and I hit very little traffic on 27 on the way back.)

It was a lot of driving for a short trip, but, like going up for the 4th of July party, it was worth it. I'm not really close to my family as a whole, but Gram and Grampa have always been there. They're the reason I had clothes in high school.

If we had functional mass transit in this country, I'd go up more often.
photo of the statue of Victory and her chariot on the Brandenburg Gate
I'm safely ensconced at my grandparents' apartment. I've only gotten one
more book than I started with, and it's one I was kind of interested in
anyway. I also have many socks now. Cute socks with stripes. And a
cardigan. And a fleece vest.

Anyway, I need to sleep now. Lots of driving today.
photo of the statue of Victory and her chariot on the Brandenburg Gate
Off to visit the family.

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