Plan #9 – Write a blog post every day!

Annnnnd… it’s not going to happen today. Drat. In my defense, I have been sitting here for hours studying for a Continuing Ed insurance exam and simply lost track of time. I’m going to consider that a good enough reason to be late (and since I haven’t gone to bed yet, it technically still seems like the 10th to me, so I’d say this counts).

Here’s a photo of Bonesy to tide you over until I write a proper post next time:

Bonesy
Bones (aka Bonesy, Sherlock Bones, Bone-Z, Dogboy)

Plan #5 – Play more games

Some of you might be aware that David likes to play board games.

Yeah, I know – that might be the understatement of the year. He loves games. For the past eight or nine years, he has been in regular weekly game groups (something that I support and encourage, in case anyone wonders). Since school started this year, though, he has hardly played games at all. His friend Kevin, who has been hosting on a weekly basis for ages, hasn’t started back up this fall, and David – who usually hosts a couple of times a month – hadn’t scheduled anything this school year either.

Games here

Tonight, though, we had games over here! And – miracle of miracles – I actually played TWO GAMES. They needed a fourth for the first game, High Society, and then our friend Rachel lured me in to the next one by pulling out a word game. (She knows my game preferences well.)

Codenames

It was cool. More of a word-association game than anything, really. I am in love and want it for my birthday or Christmas, but naturally it is out of print. (Of course, as our friend Ben commented, “out of print” has never kept David from getting a game.)

Codenames cards

Lessons learned tonight: Be open to playing games on game nights. Do fun things with David. Enjoy the friends who come over. Get Thai food. Make the effort. Don’t just hole up in the bedroom doing boring paperwork or cleaning or reading fan fiction. Be present.

In completely unrelated news, I got to go to the incredibly fun Blazer game last night, where we crushed the Memphis Grizzlies and were just plain awesome in almost every way. I say “almost” because I don’t like the sleeved jerseys. (Except perhaps on Meyers Leonard.) One million thanks to our friend Jon for taking me along!

PORvsMEM

The team that was predicted to be the worst in the NBA after losing four starters is now on top of the Northwest Division. Ha! RIP CITY, BABY! Go Blazers!

Sorry, I didn’t hear you

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Zone.”

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When I am reading – whether it is an academic article, a thrilling story, a Twitter feed, or a cereal box – I cannot hear what is going on around me. I could blame it on mild hearing loss (mine is approaching 30% these days*), but anyone who has known me for long will tell you I have always been this way.

When I am reading, the world around me ceases to exist. I become lost in written words, and spoken words can make no dent in my awareness. I’ve always wondered why this is. Is it because I am a visual as opposed to an auditory learner? because of an ADD hyperfocus on things that interest me? or merely because I go into a zone when I read, losing myself in the topic at hand?

When I am reading, people do all kinds of things to get my attention. My husband and child will ask me absurd questions and make me outrageous promises, then laugh when I finally come back to earth with no idea of what has been going on. Co-workers come right into my cubicle, a move which is guaranteed to startle me (and often cause me to shriek), which in turn startles them; they are sure I must have heard them coming, especially if they were talking as they approached.

When I am reading, I lose track of time. I can forget to go to sleep and then I am shocked – SHOCKED! – to find out how late it has gotten. Because I often eat when I read, I often overeat, in the same way you mindlessly put popcorn into your mouth at the movies. (And, believe me, it’s a really bad idea to mix reading with ice cream. I’m sure I can give the credit for many pounds of extra weight to having done so.)

It might seem as though reading is counterproductive for me in many, many ways.

But that’s okay, because more often than not…

When I am reading, I am happy.

* Apparently, mild hearing loss is diagnosed when you have lost 30% of your hearing. My hearing is considered “borderline normal” since I haven’t hit that 30% mark yet in certain frequencies. (D and Q take an inordinate amount of pleasure in telling me that I am borderline normal.)

Open Book” by Reeding Lessons / CC BY