This night, Felix slept almost six hours in one piece. I'm almost rested!
Unfortunately, I still have a headache from the day before yesterday, when Felix was very unhappy and fussy and had to be either carried around or nursed all the time and still often didn't stop crying. (I was running around pretty much in Minoan court fashion all day because there was just no point in covering up :P) The headache is the sort of headache that comes from a stiff neck. Yesterday my legs also hurt something awful, but at least
they are back to normal now. Either it was the walking around/ sitting uncomfortably, or the cold that's been going around at Jörg's workplace and that he may well have handed down to me. Or us, come to think of it - Felix has been coughing a few times in the past days, and sometimes breathed as though his respiratory tract was partially blocked. And he was, as I said, pretty unhappy and peevish. Poor little man, and of course the crying and the lack of sleep gets to us grown-ups, too.
Boss lady still hasn't sent new work, so yesterday, in an attempt to feel productive, I went on a MEFA reading/reviewing spree. I actually managed to review 11 stories in a go, that's possibly more than I did in the past two years combined. (>_>) If I keep this up for a couple more days, I'll actually review all the pieces on my wishlist, which would be a Good Thing and make me feel all accomplished. (Even though my wishlist is reasonably short this year - 50 stories - because I assembled it with the utmost prejudice - that means I'll probably miss many good stories, but oh well, I'll hopefully also miss most of the stories that'll only piss me off anyway - with only a few "this premise sounded too interesting to miss" surprises thrown in. And the one single piece of
Roverandom fanfiction! <3)
As ever, I am fascinated by some of the genres that appear to be really, really, really popular in the fandom. I don't get them at all. Legolas hurt/comfort, for instance. Yawn. But then other people in the fandom surely don't get my obsession with the Sons of Fëanor, or Númenor, so all's well. Takes all kinds to make a world, even in subcreation-subcreation. I'm just fascinated that some people are capable of moving in all of them! But that's just my prejudice.
While sorting through the many nominations, I encountered a hilarious warning. I am skeptical about warnings on stories because they tend to be overused and I sometimes facepalm at the things people feel the need to warn about* - but there was one story where the warnings made me laugh out loud. It went:
Warning: Flagrant disregard for canon. Egregious librarian abuse. Plagiarism -- both alone and with someone else.(1) Rated PG.The story as such seems to be not my thing - not my characters, not my genre - but I'm tempted to read it anyway just because the warning is so awesome.
(The footnote, possibly the most delicious detail, references the origin of the
Plagiarism -- both alone and with someone else line. Which is really the most awesome thing ever. In this year, anyway, and if you're German or familiar with German politics in particular. Well, and I guess you'd need to be familiar with confessional formulae, too. Oh, gods, context. Why did I leave academia again?)
The bees, alas, were stupid. When you unite two hives, you're supposed to brush all the bees of the weaker hive in front of the box of the stronger hive so they have to find their way in on their own - that way, the queen (or any laying workers) are stopped and killed by the guard bees and there won't be any war or regicide going on inside the old hive. Anyway, the point is you can't just put the frames of the old hive into the other.
My boxes are placed on a wooden palette so they have even footing, and also so that, should there be a lot of snow (as there was in the past years) fresh air can still find its way into the hive from below. So there's a height difference between the ground and the entrance of the hive. For which reason I built a ramp from the lid of the now-empty box (the ground as such would've been too cold for the bees at this time of year). That's what they tell you to do in the bee-keeping courses, too. Foolproof, they say. Works every time. Bees are smart.
Yeah. Guess what the bees did?
Instead of marching into the hive, they balled up
underneath the ramp. Where, of course, a goodly amount of them froze. Fortunately, only the outer layers - inside the ball they were still warm and alive.
So I took the ramp away and instead balanced a board right in front of the entrance, and then brushed the bees onto that board, and then most of them made it into the hive before it started sleeting. *facepalms*
(Yes, it's late in the year to unite hives, but as November was so mild, it wasn't clear then whether it would actually be necessary -- I had to wait for colder temperatures. Unfortunately, we didn't get dry cold but wet cold...)
While dealing with the bees, I had to leave Felix alone, inside, in his cot - of course. (That is, I couldn't take him along to the bees, of course - and I had to leave him alone because there was no daddy or mom-in-law or other babysitter available during daylight. It was only twenty minutes anway.). By the time I came back he was screaming in panic, and he was crying so hard that the tears were pooling in his ears. I have no idea how people can still propagate leaving babies (even younger than Felix is now, at that!) to cry as a measure of teaching them to be on their own and not pester their parents. In the olden days, when we didn't know all the things about heartrates and stress levels and the way the infant mind works -- but today? ARGH. (Jörg recently asked me why I was getting so worked up about what my aunt had said. This is why. Grandmothers are grandmothers, but she's of our - well, his - generation and could know better.)
Anyway, I felt like a rotten mother for the rest of the day. Felix, on the other hand, calmed down as soon as I cradled him and gave him suck and kissed the salt streaks away, and was back to his cheerful, curious, cuddly self afterwards, so I assume I have been forgiven...
Tenant lady dropped by this morning to say that the mice were back in their ceiling. >_> Hopefully it's just because we finally put the heating ducts
inside as opposed to up the outside walls and haven't yet blocked all the passageways into the house (as I said, until recently it was pretty mild outside - and Jörg is back to normal work, which in December is particularly stressful because of the delightful "Whoops there goes the year" brand of planning, so construction work is only possible on Sundays), so that problem will be solved easily. Otherwise, I foresee another Week From Hell (TM) like we had in summer when I was just out of the hospital...
And that's it from Lyra-land for today, or for the moment anyway.
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