474th Friday Blog Roundup
The Wolvog came downstairs frustrated because his friends have stopped playing Hay Day, and apparently, that has made it difficult for him to get butter. “I’ll download Hay Day,” I told him. “If you run the farm and do the work, you can use my farm to get whatever supplies you need.”
So I downloaded the farm and decided to do the most basic things to get it up and going so the Wolvog could start scavenging from it when he woke up in the morning. And… it will not surprise you to learn this… I fell in love.
First I fell in love with my chickens. Then I fell in love with my crops. Then I fell in love with the little bakery I set up and my brand new cow (I love this cow!). I spent an extraordinary amount of time making everything neat and pretty (plus collecting my eggs, milking my cow, planting and harvesting my crops, and visiting some stranger’s farm where he sold me an axe).
The Wolvog is going to be so disappointed when I turn on him like Bilbo with the ring and hiss that the farm is my precious and he better not touch my butter if he knows what’s good for him. He created a monster.
So, what was your favourite thing you got for Christmas? As someone Jewish, I feel the need to ask this.
Mikhail Kalashnikov died. I misread his name at first glance as Mikhail Baryshnikov. Heart attack (plus excessive time on YouTube watching ballet footage to calm down). After I recovered, I thought of one of my translation assignments in graduate school. I was translating a series of short stories, and one of them contained the term Kalashnikov. I didn’t know what this was, and I couldn’t find it in any dictionary. But it seemed like the object of this man’s affection, so I assumed that Kalashnikov was a male Russian immigrant that he was making love to based on the usage of male verb forms. And this is the story I wrote; one of an affair between the main character and Kalashnikov.
I gave the story to my professor. He returned it to me and said, “Melissa, what do you think a Kalashnikov is?”
“What is it? Don’t you mean who?”
“No, Melissa, I mean what. Because it is very apparent to me that you have no clue that a Kalashnikov is a gun.”
Uh… no, I didn’t.
And now the blogs…
But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:
- “Can You Be Fired for Doing Fertility Treatments?” (Stirrup Queens) — thank you, Kimberly!
- “‘Rest’ Cycle Musings” (No Bun in This Oven)
- “Questions Without Answers” (Birds, Bees, and Medicine)
- “Tree” (Baptism by Fire)
Okay, now my choices this week.
River Runs Dry has a post about seeing thestrals. Once she learned about the messiness of life, the non-Pinterest perfect worlds we inhabit, she couldn’t stop seeing the loss and the sadness and the disappointment and the frustration that lurk amid all the normal everyday moments. It is a sensation many have expressed in this community; about suddenly seeing infertility or loss when you never noticed it pre-diagnosis. But she says it in an incredibly perfect way.
Life as a Dad to Donor Insemination Kids has a post about parenting DI kids after divorce. I especially love the realization from his son: “We talked for a few minutes about how life can be complicated. Not sure how we came to referring to Donor, Dad, and StepDad but he recognized that no matter how many folks are out there always will be only one Dad.” It leaves room for a lot of people to play a role in your child’s life, with no single person detracting from the role of any other person.
Lastly, So Close has a post that she published now even though she wrote it a while back. It starts with a deeply honest and moving thought, “And then there is my secret, dark fear. That this is all I, we, deserve. Because I struggled so hard to have children, that having children with challenges is what I deserve. That ‘normal’* children are reserved for people who conceive easily and without help. ‘Normal’ families get to have “normal” children. People like me, families like mine, should just be happy with what we are and just shut up.” Though she knows this isn’t the case, and she waited to hit publish until she had time to process her child’s diagnosis, I’m glad she still sent the thoughts out there in case they resonate with someone else and make them feel less alone.
The roundup to the Roundup: I have a farm on Hay Day, and it’s miiiiiiiine. What did you get for Christmas? What Kalashnikov means. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between December 20th and December 27th) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week? Read the original open thread post here.