I was all set to start this post by making fun of Will for watching 90210 or some other CW crap because he’s too lazy to get up and change the channel.  Then I turned around to make sure I had the show right and realized that he is actually watching Reaper which is totally okay for a twenty something dude to watch.  Oh well, there will be other opportunities for me to say “guess what Will is doing?!?”

Honestly though, I was kind of hoping that, for this moment anyway, he was being lazier than I am because I honestly just said this out loud:

“I want to crochet, but it’s too much work to get out the yarn and get it set up and then actually make stuff.  I just don’t have the energy!”

People, whining that took more energy than it would have taken for me to just get up and go get my yarn.  But, um, it’s “girly” week here at the Steiner-Farley compound so I blame it on my raging hormones and cramps.¹

In other, non related to laziness news, I have been trying to come up with ways to cope with the massive amounts of time I will be spending in Texas with no internet connection.  I am perfectly capable of spending eight days sitting on my bum watching television.  Heck, that sounds like a mighty fine vacation to me, but only if I get to choose what is on television and Will’s Dad and I? Do not exactly have the same taste in viewing goodness.  I like fiction (for the most part).  I like involved stories and characters I can care about and dialogue that makes me squirt soda out of my nose it’s so funny.  Will’s Dad likes the Discovery Channel and all of its reality shows (when he was here in September we watched an entire season of Ice Road truckers because that’s what was on) and shows about guns and shooting guns and how guns were made for shooting and the various people who were famous for shooting guns and the guns that they shot.   I? can handle the Discovery channel and shows about guns for a couple of hours.  And then I kind of want to pull my hair out.  Though I do enjoy biographies and historical documentaries from time to time.

I’m thinking of taking the fancy schmancy camera with us and playing around outdoors and taking photos.  I’ve been looking for an excuse to spend a bunch of time playing with the camera.  This could be it!  What better way to avoid the conversations in which I am forced to defend my registered as a Democrat status (AGAIN) than “sorry, I have to go take pictures of all of the blades of grass in your yard!  See you later!”

The problem is that we want to keep the packing pretty light.  We are already taking both laptops (Will is determined to find WiFi somewhere even if he has to park his Dad’s truck in someone else’s driveway and steal it whereas mine will be more of a DVD player that will rarely get used) and I was hoping to take some yarn on the plane.  Oh that I could afford a Kindle but, that ship has not yet been built, let alone had a chance to sail.  Taking the camera (no way in hell am I going to check it) is one more thing to lug around crowded airports as we fly there and fly home.  I like the idea of one (flat) backpack.  I do not like the idea of having to fork over money to hire an airport sherpa.

Oh my! My life is so hard! I have to many fun ways to fill empy time!