So, spent Thanksgiving with
fings and his family in "the wilds of Hunterdon County" (as he puts it, haha) and thankfully it all went smoothly. Everybody was very nice and made me feel welcome (I got a big kick out of his Uncle Carl). Met his parents and an assortment of uncles, aunts and cousins (I'd already met his brother on Election Day). I'm not sure how I managed to not be nauseous from nerves at the prospect, but I'm glad I wasn't. In fact, I was more of a wreck when I had him meet my parents over dinner back in August. Anyway, after Thanksgiving lunch, we spent some time at his aunt & uncle's place, then we spent a little while at his parent's place before they drove us to the train station. Got to drive by their farm and see the room that was his when he was growing up. Oh, and according to the growth lines his mom penciled over the years on one of the walls, he was a couple of inches taller than I am now on 11/29/76, when he was 11 1/2 and I was 2 1/2. Damn, I'm short. And I was shown various and sundry photos. What a chubby, blond, adorable baby he was, awwwww!!
I finally finished Stephen King's Dark Tower series. Sigh. When I put it down, I have to admit to being a little teary eyed. I was/am a bit heartbroken. The last 2 books of the series were self-indulgent claptrap! I can't believe I waited half my life too see this series end in the manner it did. He wrote in his afterword things like "hey, if you don't like how it's ended, don't blame me I'm just the messenger, it might not the ended I expected but it's the *right* ending, blahblahblahblah". Yeah, right. It was crap. You can tell he just gave up, he'd lost his passion for it. No sense of humour. And the *bitterness*, whoo! So bitter at his fans for actually wanting some closure. So bitter than we actually breathlessly anticipated the series living up to all of the promises of the first few books. Accusing us of basically being poopy-heads that were so focused on the ending, we did not enjoy the journey of the tale. King can *Bite Me*. I enjoyed the journey just fine, until he started writing a pile of BS.
The mounting for the lighting fixture in my living room has looked suspicious for a while. Well, now it's hanging about 3/4 off the ceiling! My dad is trying to search for someone to come replace the area, possibly the whole ceiling. Peachy! Well, I guess it's all ok as long as the ceiling doesn't crash down on my head. Or the computer.