Chapter 9

The beginning of fall marked one year since I had arrived on this backwater planet. Just because I had been here for a year didn’t mean I liked it. Look at it this way:

First of all, I had to pretend to be one of the primitives. While I didn’t eat mice, I began chasing them just to satisfy the humans (I rationalized this as “contributing to the security of the business” – the mill ground grains, which attracted mice, which would eat the grain, etc. – a horde of hungry mice would destroy the product – plus it was another source of exercise).

Second, I hadn’t had a conversation with a living being since Jacob’s death. Sure I’d talk to the cats, the donkey, and the horses, but they couldn’t talk back to me. My tongue was sore from all the times I had to bite it to keep from speaking my mind… which was becoming more and more frequent.

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We've had injury, we've had insult, we've had salt rubbed into the wounds...

Let's put some icing on the cake.

I tripped twisted up, bruised, and banged my knee and twisted my ankle. While I dont think I broke anything, I have this fear that I may have torn something. I'll give it a few days, then see if I need to see the orthopedist.

Is 2012 over yet?
ladytimedramon: Gramps from Sheldon Comics by Dave Kellet (Gramps Meh)
( Jun. 16th, 2012 09:54 pm)
2012 since New Years
  • We tried to get U-Verse set up. A 1 day installation wound up taking 3 days, including me having to take time off from work.
  • Our insta-hot water dispenser was giving us problems. We had someone come to look at it.  He said it was the water filter and turned it to check the date. It started leaking. The plumbing company refused to fix it. I shut the water going into the dispenser.  In the middle of this, the dishwasher had a nervous breakdown, resulting in an emergency call to a 24 hour plumbing company to shut the water off to stop the flooding. The next day the service people came out, fixed the dishwasher, and turned the water back on.  I came home to find a huge flood and our lawn like a swamp.  We had to call the water company off to shut off the water again. Plumber came out (different company than the first), said someone left the valve on the water heater open and the water was out. He came back and said the insta-hot WAS bad and replaced it (after all of the headache it caused in the first place.
  • I wanted to redo things in my bedroom. Mom came up with this "grand scheme" and, despite my not being ready for it, insisted "now" was the time.
  • I had to put together 3 ikea type dressers (not ikea, generic stuff but the same do-it-yourself crap).
  • After putting books and whatnot on the shelf over my window like mom insisted, I was woke up by a huge crash. The shelf brackets pulled out of the wall from the weight of the books. I missed having my legs broken by about 2 feet.  One of the dressers wasn't so lucky and the corner of the top broke off (thankfully the company sent me a new top).
  • My bedroom is STILL not finished.
  • Testing schedules screwed up my teaching worse than before.
  • The ongoing saga of the leaking pool resulted in the death of a duckling. One of our pool ducks had another nest. It hatched before we could get the pool fixed. I tried filling the pool more so that they could reach the top and hop out, but one drowned.
  • My sister had a triple bypass.
  • 2 days after my sister got out of the hospital, my 81 year old dad fell. He gashed leg on the cane. Because of his leukemia we didn't want to take a chance and wanted to take him to the hospital. He could barely stand, let alone walk. The hospital admitted him. He was in the hospital for 2 days with minimal problems other than bathroom issues and being able to barely walk. Woke up on the 3rd day and his vision was gone. We couldn't seem to get anyone to listen in the hospital. I knew something was wrong and I started calling the parents' neurologist. But he wasn't affiliated with this hospital, so he couldn't come in. I asked the doctor in charge if dad should see a neurologist or have an MRI and he said "not at this time". We operated under the assumption that Dad was having a reaction to the ton of meds they stuck him on, a couple of which could cause vision problems. In the middle, Dad called us in the middle of the night in a total panic - we had to call the nurses station. That was most definitely a med reaction. After a week, Dad was released to a skilled nursing facility.  His vision was still gone. Dad's neurologist ordered an MRI, then we took dad in. It turns out that he had a stroke, most likely resulting in his vision loss. He's at the facility until the 27th, then he comes home. But it's not without huge problems. We're rearranging the living room and bedroom and I'll go into all the details another time.
  • While Dad was in the nursing facility, on the last week of school, during finals, I totally lost my voice... for an entire week.While it did come back, so did the neverending cough.
  • My sister has mostly healed up from her surgery except for one spot that refuses to heal. She has to go to a wound care doctor.

I haven't mentioned all the details of the nursing home, dad's missing laundry, and my brother acting like a spoiled brat.

And, to add insult to injury...
- We developed a leak outside the house. We thought it was the pool. It wasn't. It was a pipe going into the house by my bedroom window.
Wait, let's rub some salt into that wound.

- The air conditioner went out on us.

So yes, I do want this year to be over already.

Yeah, I know I haven't been posting much lately, but I'm a bit stuck.

OK, this is about my sims 2 stories.

First of all, I've decided to "close" my Pleasantview. Why? First of all, it's becoming overcrowded. Early on I enjoyed having big, extended families. Yes, I could add other sub neighborhoods, but that leads to problem 2. The neighborhood is laggy, slow to load, and occasionally freezes the game. Problem 3 is part of problem 1. My main story family, the Hillbillies, is now at 40 members after Colin's wife had twin girls. There are too many characters to keep track of. I have 2 stories going, and it becomes where you need to have something happen in one story, it will most likely affect the other.

Initially, I was just going to save Maya and a handful of other college students. Then I started getting sad about a couple of my other simmies. Then, when I thought about "ending it" for Antara, who I've raised from birth, I nearly started crying.

Essentially, what I have planned is my Sim world (except for a couple of places that I've decided are either on other planets or in other dimensions) is going to end, a la "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (darn those Vogons :p ). Antara, Beau, and their children will be rescued by a good witch (another sim and one of his children will survive by a run-in with a bad witch). Meanwhile, Maya and a small group of my sims will have been "kidnapped" by a group of alien "collectors" and taken to a new world to start a new population while the aliens "observe" and "comment" (a bit like Meerkat Manor type observations). Technically, all of the townies and NPCs are "rescues".

And herein lies the problem.

I have 2 ways to go:

1. Maya and friends are brought to a new world, where "collectors" had already began populating with small numbers of people who have skills. This new world is basically like a pioneer type land - living in primitive housing, no power, everyone is in "survival" mode (though the aliens have emergency stores that they will release when necessary).

2. Maya and friends are brought to a "pre-fab" world. The aliens have set up a city for the Sims full of "cookie cutter" pre-fab homes. Sort of like they were plunked into a 1950's type world, but everyone there has been taken from the planet that was destroyed.

I just don't know which way to go.
I found these Passover items in Tom Thumb today.

The first practically had me on the floor laughing...

Things did begin to change at the mill. Neither Henry nor William seemed to be welcomed into the house for anything other than meals. Anne took over all of William’s “domestic chores”. Don’t think that left the boy free to study… far from it. While Anne did the cooking and cleaning, William came home from his classes and went right to work helping Michael in the mill. Normally this would have been Henry’s job, but the middle brother started coming home less and less.

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Chapter 7

The young men began working hard to fill their father’s wishes.

Michael, when not running the mill, began actively courting Anne Baker. When Michael got up the nerve to finally ask for Anne's hand in marriage, it was greeted with enthusiasm… and one stipulation. Both Anne and her mother believed that the actual house was too small (I have to admit… I always wondered how Jacob and his wife managed living in the one room house… AND had three children). As part of Anne’s dowry, Mr. Baker would call in favors from some carpenters to add a second floor to the main house.

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I spent the next few weeks trying to find out any tidbits of news I could about “the ogre”. Unfortunately this village was far from the center of action. Occasionally I would follow Henry into town to the tavern (much to his chagrin… particularly since when I was there, Molly Flowers chose to lavish me with attention instead of him) where I would overhear news from a traveler who had been near Carabas.

So far, the only things I had discovered was that the ogre had all of Carabas in a state of fear, and that no one truly knew what the ogre looked like – it reportedly could take the shape of any man or beast.

News of the ogre, however, was not what turned my new life upside down.

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Chapter 5

After four months at the mill, I was starting to feel a bit… well… aimless. By following William to school each day (to the amusement of Brother Bartholomew and the other students at the school), I developed a fairly good grasp of this land’s written language. I also continued to practice speaking to the donkey and the horses… which could have rather amusing results.

One morning I was sitting and talking to the donkey when Henry walked in on me. As soon as I saw him I stopped talking. “Who is there?” he demanded. Briefly he glanced at me, then proceeded to search the stable for the source of the voice. I innocently played “cat” and pretended to wash myself (a disgusting habit of the primitive cats, which is why I usually bathed in a stream I discovered in the woods beyond the mill). Henry took a long stick and poked into the hay. It was all I could do not to laugh. He left, muttering to himself that someone had slipped past him.

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I had been at the mill for nearly three weeks when I finally had a break in the tedium. Jacob turned to William that morning and said “Well, now, William, your friend appears to have made a full recovery. Tis time to start seein’ if there be someone searchin’ afore him.”

“But Father,” began William. I suspect he was as surprised as I was.

His father held up his hand to cut off his protest. “Puss be a fine cat, but somewhere there must be a family lookin’ for him. And as fine a cat as he is, there may be a reward as well. Take him with you to church, then into town and ask around.”

“Yes, Father.” William hung his head in defeat. “Come on Puss,” he said to me as he took his lunch from the cabinet.

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Chapter 3

Daylight returned, waking the inhabitants of the hovel as this planet’s sun began to peek over the horizon. William was up first. He went outside and quickly returned, arms full of firewood. The cats returned as well, following him inside and mewling.

Stretching, I climbed gingerly off the grass bed. I was still sore, but lying around all day would get me nowhere. I pretty much summed up life inside the hovel. Time to check out the surroundings.

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ladytimedramon: (Default)
( Jul. 16th, 2009 07:44 pm)
I might as well use it. There are a few things at insanejournal that are a bit fluky. I think this particular journal will be the "link" between individual ones per story. That might be the best way to handle it.