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My nephew’s out of surgery, recovering, and will be sent home today; prognosis is excellent, as it’s a routine, if severe, arm fracture. My sister pointed out to all of us that he built that Lego kit the hospital gave him in exactly the amount of time it would have taken him with two hands, so clearly, he is not terribly impaired by his broken arm.
Thanks to everyone who expressed well wishes for him, and I found the discussion of whether/why girls break fewer bones than boys thought-provoking. It’s certainly too small a sample size to contrast the four of us growing up with the two of my sister’s boys, so it’s just coincidence. I’d be interested to know statistics but, you know, of course in much of the world it’s true that girls start getting discouraged from active pursuits quite young. I read a study finding that mothers discouraged their girls and encouraged their boys in athletic things before the children were even of walking age (I think the study involved a carpeted incline of varying steepness and the mother evaluating whether the child could manage it?)– so that would have to play into differing rates of injury, I’d think, even before puberty. Many of us had pretty gender-free upbringings, but if you’re out in the world you’re still exposed to “girls don’t [x]” kind of pressure, even if your parents don’t do it.
Meanwhile you’d think that two years of commuting would ease this, but I was anxious all last night about leaving tonight for the farm (I’m stopping over at my BFF’s house for, actually two nights, on the way)– the funny thing is that this manifested mostly in anxiety dreams in which I was not the protagonist, so that’s kind of hilarious. My poor sister was highly upset about something, in this dream, but I wasn’t in the dream at all, so– I hope it didn’t give her bad karma or something. And I spent hours cleaning the wrong room to prepare for chicken processing (which isn’t even happening this time…) but there was a newcomer I didn’t know well who was helping me and we had such a good time that I wasn’t even that upset about having lavished so much effort on the wrong setup.
The mind is a funny thing. I didn’t let myself write much, in among all the angst of packing, but I did bang out a little bit of Kes vs. Cassian Rebellion-era interaction, and alas I can’t post any because the whole thing would spoil the plot twist of the entire next section of Lost Kings. But. I don’t think I can actually ship them? But I do have a doozy of a relationship starter between them.
However. I think I gotta put most of that off until after Rogue One comes out.
Meanwhile I think I’m gonna put up the prologue to the porn epilogue of Found Cat today, y’all I am ridiculous. It is literally 6000 words about Poe’s mariachi band and not discussing his PTSD/ Traumatic Backstory.
My nephew’s out of surgery, recovering, and will be sent home today; prognosis is excellent, as it’s a routine, if severe, arm fracture. My sister pointed out to all of us that he built that Lego kit the hospital gave him in exactly the amount of time it would have taken him with two hands, so clearly, he is not terribly impaired by his broken arm.
Thanks to everyone who expressed well wishes for him, and I found the discussion of whether/why girls break fewer bones than boys thought-provoking. It’s certainly too small a sample size to contrast the four of us growing up with the two of my sister’s boys, so it’s just coincidence. I’d be interested to know statistics but, you know, of course in much of the world it’s true that girls start getting discouraged from active pursuits quite young. I read a study finding that mothers discouraged their girls and encouraged their boys in athletic things before the children were even of walking age (I think the study involved a carpeted incline of varying steepness and the mother evaluating whether the child could manage it?)– so that would have to play into differing rates of injury, I’d think, even before puberty. Many of us had pretty gender-free upbringings, but if you’re out in the world you’re still exposed to “girls don’t [x]” kind of pressure, even if your parents don’t do it.
Meanwhile you’d think that two years of commuting would ease this, but I was anxious all last night about leaving tonight for the farm (I’m stopping over at my BFF’s house for, actually two nights, on the way)– the funny thing is that this manifested mostly in anxiety dreams in which I was not the protagonist, so that’s kind of hilarious. My poor sister was highly upset about something, in this dream, but I wasn’t in the dream at all, so– I hope it didn’t give her bad karma or something. And I spent hours cleaning the wrong room to prepare for chicken processing (which isn’t even happening this time…) but there was a newcomer I didn’t know well who was helping me and we had such a good time that I wasn’t even that upset about having lavished so much effort on the wrong setup.
The mind is a funny thing. I didn’t let myself write much, in among all the angst of packing, but I did bang out a little bit of Kes vs. Cassian Rebellion-era interaction, and alas I can’t post any because the whole thing would spoil the plot twist of the entire next section of Lost Kings. But. I don’t think I can actually ship them? But I do have a doozy of a relationship starter between them.
However. I think I gotta put most of that off until after Rogue One comes out.
Meanwhile I think I’m gonna put up the prologue to the porn epilogue of Found Cat today, y’all I am ridiculous. It is literally 6000 words about Poe’s mariachi band and not discussing his PTSD/ Traumatic Backstory.
