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Survived Saturday
Apr. 16th, 2016 06:43 pmTiring day, for a Saturday. I've been looking for a second rat carrier ever since a rat [who will remain nameless because I can't remember who it was] destroyed one which was getting a bit worn out, but still. There's a very good pet supply place in Claremont (near M's place) so I tried them. No carriers, *but* they stocked a live trap which, when inspected, could do the job required, with the removal of the parts used to hold the trap open. It'll suit the boys' opinion of the whole go to the vet process, anyway.
I'd calmed down since M annoyed me last weekend, so rang up to offer to do a shopping run, M still not driving since the hip replacement op. Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I bother with the angst. Ask my subsconscious. I mentioned to M when I got around there that I had been upset by the call and all I got was a deep sigh and a suggestion not to take things to heart. Great. I'll do that. I have parental permission to ignore any and all whingeing, bitching and moaning from her as being not worthy of my consideration. M is empathy zero. Claims not to remember most of the call to me, which is probably true. Frustrating, but true. I wasted my time getting upset over it and it hasn't even stayed within M's brain.
At least I could combine the trip with getting something I wanted, because it's school holidays, meaning the trains are full of annoying children; speaking of whingeing, bitching and moaning. Also screaming. My constant mantra at the moment is, "A jury might convict!"
Not much else happening. I'm going to finish watching Ender's Game tonight, having seen it has arrived on Netflix. Better than I had feared. I enjoyed the original story a lot, even the book, despite the fact that Orson Scott Card is, well, Orson Scott Card, and also didn't know when to stop with that story. The movie aged the kids up to teenagers, which I guess I can see they'd have to, trying to imagine some of that material being dealt with by six to ten year olds on a screen. But the Battle Room and the game is in there, which is what drew me into the story. Not the war; just the zero g game. The enemy's gate is always down.
I'd calmed down since M annoyed me last weekend, so rang up to offer to do a shopping run, M still not driving since the hip replacement op. Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I bother with the angst. Ask my subsconscious. I mentioned to M when I got around there that I had been upset by the call and all I got was a deep sigh and a suggestion not to take things to heart. Great. I'll do that. I have parental permission to ignore any and all whingeing, bitching and moaning from her as being not worthy of my consideration. M is empathy zero. Claims not to remember most of the call to me, which is probably true. Frustrating, but true. I wasted my time getting upset over it and it hasn't even stayed within M's brain.
At least I could combine the trip with getting something I wanted, because it's school holidays, meaning the trains are full of annoying children; speaking of whingeing, bitching and moaning. Also screaming. My constant mantra at the moment is, "A jury might convict!"
Not much else happening. I'm going to finish watching Ender's Game tonight, having seen it has arrived on Netflix. Better than I had feared. I enjoyed the original story a lot, even the book, despite the fact that Orson Scott Card is, well, Orson Scott Card, and also didn't know when to stop with that story. The movie aged the kids up to teenagers, which I guess I can see they'd have to, trying to imagine some of that material being dealt with by six to ten year olds on a screen. But the Battle Room and the game is in there, which is what drew me into the story. Not the war; just the zero g game. The enemy's gate is always down.