plans you say? we have no plans

Seaners miraculously slept through the fireworks last night, and the cats remained sane (or well, as much as they are usually): all in all the apartment is still in its original upright position and I'm kind of thankful about that.

Currently: it is raining, I think, or at least cloudy and pleasantly cool.

Things I'm doing today: folding laundry, doing laundry, folding more laundry, making beds, folding laundry, putting together my desk chair, bagging trash and recyclables. Writing, possibly making the cookies I didn't make yesterday. Watching DVDs.

(and yes, I know the spoiler video exists, and no, i'm not watching the spoiler video, because I'll just get stressed out and agitated and these things never give an accurate view of what's really going to happen, so I'm pretending it's not there! LA LA LA IGNORANCE IS BLISS. I am writing ficlets for stuffonmywilson instead.)

epiphany from the shadows (kutner/13)

Title: epiphany from the shadows
Author: phinnia
Rating: PGish
Disclaimer: A wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
Author's Note: For cutie_patutti65, who wanted 'something with Kutner'. This is terribly late but I hope it suits. <3 Could be viewed as a post-ep to 'Wilson's Heart', or a prequel to 'Bollywood General Hospital', or you could read it on its own. Kutner/13.
( Kutner liked watching people. )

generation gap

"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold."

"Dude." Mik arched an eyebrow. "You know I love you, man, but you are not the great Hunter S."

"Yeah, I know." Schuyler slid his feet forward and nudged his toes against the footwell, sliding the seatback down so he could stare up at the rising stars. It was a mild, pleasant night and they had the top down. "You know the problem with my parents?"

"Sometimes they forget to put up the sex swing and it hits you in the face when you walk in the room?"

"Something like that, yeah. You can't work up a good rebellious stage, 'cause they've done it all. You try and memorize all of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' so you can throw quotes in the conversation at random points in time and it turns into a pissing contest between your two dads as to who can remember more of the book."

Mik's grin was feral in the half-darkness. "You could always sell your soul to the devil and become an agent. You know, expensive Armani suits, three cellphones, call everyone 'baby'?"

Schuyler thought about this for a moment and laughed. "Nah. I'm not that desperate."

He took a sip of his vodka Slurpee, and Mik kept driving.

learning to listen

Anyone ever hear of something called auditory integration training?

It sounds like something that might help the boychild with his language acquisition/auditory processing problems.

Anyway, we've got a ten-day appointment (two sessions per day, 30 minutes each) with a local therapist coming up in August. So, um, yeah. We'll see.

Also must find: occupational/sensory integration therapist type person, preferably not in the back of beyond. (Why are they ALL in the freaking suburbs? Seriously, it's annoying.)