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Some random thoughts about Alice and the Warden

The 17-year age gap between Hackett and Alice.

It’s not something that I personally have a fetish for, nor is it reflective of my real life. Ultimately, I guess I just have more of an open mind about those sorts of things.

I actually did make a reasonable effort to minimize the age gap between the two of them.

Putting Hackett anywhere in his 20s was just too corny and contrived. He needed time to finish college, gain real world experience, and climb that corporate ladder. After I researched what sort of background is typically required to become a warden, I decided that 38 was about the youngest I could get away with before it started sounding silly.

As for Alice …

IRL, I grew up in the sort of place where a solid number of my classmates got married right out of high school. Despite how it’s portrayed on TV, we really did grow up much faster than our big city counterparts, and by the time we turned 18 we knew how to be responsible adults (I, myself, started babysitting at 12, and was quite comfortable with basic childcare before I even entered high school).

It was massive culture shock to go to San Diego and discover that my 20-something peers were living on take-out and protein powder because they didn’t know how to read a recipe. What the heck?

The idea of Alice being over 30 and that ignorant was frankly embarrassing. I refuse to write about someone who spent an entire decade doing absolutely nothing, when I know what new adults are actually capable of if given the chance .

She also needed to be young enough that she was still in her enthusiastic/energetic phase of life. That meant below 25.

Throw in an exploitative ex-boyfriend taking advantage of youthful naivete, and 21 ended up being my final number for Alice.

So there you go with the behind-the-scenes thought process.

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Rigid heddle weaving #2

This one is made with pima cotton yarn. Washed and dried, but not ironed. 😀

As I was weaving it, I thought, “These colors would work great for sewing a stuffed animal!” But when I looked up patterns for toys, I realized that it might just be a little too 3D for my brain to wrap itself around …

So maybe I’ll just sew some hems and have hand towels for the kitchen.

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IRL

So … I haven’t been having the best time of it for the past few days. Between the toddler having a sour stomach, and someone else waking up early with a bloody nose (not to mention my bundle of joy that needs to nurse during the night), I’ve been feeling fairly … bleh.

I’m starting to fantasize about locking myself in my bedroom with a giant bag of candy. It would be so sinful. So devious. So fun. I can’t decide if I like Twix or Milky Way the best.

I tried to make a pot pie last night, only I couldn’t make the pie crust behave itself with rolling it out *so tired*. I ended up mashing it all to the bottom of the pan and baking it with tinfoil over the top instead. Ha ha. Tasted good anyway.

The kids have also decided that they love canned sardines. IDK.

Anyway

I’ll be in my room if you need me.

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My week in haiku – 8/27

Drive to the dentist
And coax my kid’s mouth open
To look at her teeth

Walk in the hot sun
To play at an awesome park
Water’s gone — head home

The sound of water
Flowing over many rocks
This river smells weird

A yellow jacket
It came to investigate
We fled in terror

Raiding the grapevine
They aren’t remotely ripe yet
Sour through and through

Muse

Splatfest

Given how easy they are, I’m not sure why I don’t make crepes for breakfast more often.

Anyway

I like to plan a family activity every weekend. Usually nothing big — as long as it’s something for all of us.

My oldest has been super excited for Splatoon 3 to be released for over a year now. So, when I learned about the special pre-release splatfest, I pulled out my phone and put it on the calendar so I wouldn’t forget.

We’ve spent the entire day gaming, with plenty of junk food

Observations

The Forbidden Chronicles – 4

The dark secret that no one talks about is that working moms grow up to be working grandmas.

The daughters that you were never around to help grow into mothers who are still struggling to make it through without you. Your grandchildren treat you like a stranger, because they only see you on holidays even though you don’t live that far away. Your job is still bitching at you about taking too much time off work.

So you buy yourself a new car, because that’s all you have left in your life.

And you wonder why your children and grandchildren don’t want to follow in your footsteps.