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Goodbye expensive metal and plastic things.

Over the weekend, both Clara and I cleared our loft space, ready for the oncoming roof replacement. Among the countless empty boxes, camping equipment, dusty gaming books was a huge horde of old PCs and related parts. It had always been my intention to go through the stuff, identify the good stuff so I could sell it or give it away. It didn't happen. Instead, everything was dumped at the local tip. It's a terrible shame but I'm not going to let it nip me, I'd had years to sort it all out, but it was never worth my time. 
Red 5 Going in (to the second bag) Noah's main birthday present came out, on Saturday morning. Lego X-wing!


"All the pieces matter" - Lester Freamon (The Wire)


"Stay on target" - Gold Five, Davis Krail (Star Wars: A New Hope)


Roof Replacement On Monday we found out that the work is delayed until next Monday. It's not a big problem for us, although we are eager to get the work done.



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Dream fragment
I only remember the last minutes. I owed a rickety 19th-century theme park. I remember opening it for the first time and being shocked by the massive number of people pouring through the gates. I then woke up, it was 4.03am. That was an hour and a half before Clara's getting up time. I didn't get much quality sleep in between. In case you didn't know, 4am till 6am are golden sleep hours.






About last night's Dream

Dream
Weird apocalyptic dream. I was at work, although work was an old building with high ceilings, like a church. During routine discussions, we experienced a moderate earthquake that caused minor damage. In the excitement, after the event, we discover that a small black hole, about the size of a speck of dust, had hit the Earth, and was now swimming around the planet's centre-of-mass, causing horrifying instabilities. The moon was getting pulled in slightly closer, causing the tides to rise considerably. This nightmare end-of-world situation was apparently going to right itself when said black hole evaporates in a few days. We were left with a sense of dread, but with the feeling that if we just maintained a stiff upper lip, and kept on high ground, we'd make it out of the other side.

Very strange!

Blog meet duster

This (blogging) used to be so important. It was routine. Here I am, months late, putting some words down.

Recovery
My bronchitis slowly abates. I'm still coughing, and up until this morning, I felt utterly drained. I felt old. I've been going to bed before 11, sometimes as early as 9pm. Clara too, she went through the same horrible chest cold, feverish with a coughing fits that would jiggle your optic nerve and leave you with brain-shake headaches. I'm so glad to have turned the corner, to feel like I'm finally getting right, again.




Boys
Noah is pretty hard to distinguish from 6-year-old me, except for his capacity to blank his parents, usually when said parents are shouting at him to get dressed or get his shoes on or to get upstairs to bed. He's insatiably curious but also a world-class dreamer.

Leo is stubborn. His potty training appears to be going in reverse as if he's decided that nappies are his destiny. Leo is train/fire-engine obsessed. We can't belie…

Progressive Jam implementations

A day out at the "Butterfly Sanctuary", at least that's what it's always been called in our house. Actually, the Tropical Butterfly House Wildlife And Falconry Centre on the outskirts of Anston. 




Falling (SERIOUSLY) behind

So much for making this blog a daily routine -- it's been too easy to let even a 3-minute daily commitment slip. So here is my quick attempt at a catch-up. When last I wrote, the world was gripped in snow and ice. Here we are a fortnight later and it's relatively warm.



This past weekend we visited a new place. Anglers Country Park, near Wakefield. Nice playground, nice book-themed wooden sculptures, otherwise this is just a fairly unexceptional walk around a lake. The boys enjoyed it a lot - that's good enough for me, I guess.
Shamreyev Rebuild
The reconstruction of my old degree show project has reached a point where I can cast it off into the great folder of pending work in the cloud(s). I've already moved back to the long-term project of building a ship or two from Chuck Gannon's books -- probably the Andrew Bolton-class ship that appeared at the beginning of my nearly disused Lightmage blog.

Tonight
Far Cry 5! Horrah. There's always a buzz of excitement when…

Old shoe full of jam

I've been busy, so the updates have slowed down. I'm not going to whip myself about it - at least not extra hard.

Birthday Party
On Saturday I took Noah and Leo to Ted's 5th birthday party, at Castaway's cove which was the boy's favourite soft play, until last year. They had a great time, and I had one of those weird realisations, that I've had a few times, that I've shared the bus home with Ted's dad for about 10 years -- Britain's biggest village eh?

Clara cut short her catch-up sleep and came to collect us in the car.

Sunday, Clara was off work. We had a lazy morning and a relaxed stroll around the city centre in the afternoon.