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Judging books by covers
Tuesday, 27 May 2014 23:00Maybe I was too hard on them both.
It was hot today, and being in lupus didn’t help things out. I did enough chores to feel like I accomplished something, but the summer heat got me down, and I went back into the mountains to try and cool off. My cousin was there, fishing. Or, more aptly, flailing around in the water and snapping at fish. After taking a bite from her kill, I brought her on down to the end of the lake, and showed her the better way to fish on all fours: make the fish come to you.
Made sure she’s still making progress on the talen (she is, but not happily), asked her if she was learning any interesting secrets (nope), told her that I’d learned some girl stuff, some secrets, some magic over the last little while. She seemed to think I didn’t need to know any girl stuff. Maybe. We did a little running around, but my leg started hurting, and my lung was burning. Storm of the North decided to chide me, saying I need to run more, improve my endurance.
I snapped at her, told her she’s always whining about her scars, which are just cosmetic. Some of us have scars that actually hurt us. She started getting all apologetically whinge-ful, but I stomped off. No interest in that tonight.
When I calmed down some, I sat down with the book, and started reading it in depth - not a quick reading, but spending time going over all the paragraphs. Reading it properly will take time; I focused on the chapter about the role of time in energy, and some of its nonsense metaphors. There’s still a lot here that seems out and out wrong, but maybe I was a bit quick to judge it as useless. It makes me wish I could go back and test some of the things they claim on myself, after I came back being unstuck from time.
By the time I finished the chapter, I started thinking about my cousin. Maybe I was a bit harsh on her. No way she could have known that I’m not exactly a runner. I’ve tried to compensate by working on my endurance, but there’s only so much you can do with only one lung. But she didn’t know that.
Eh, she’ll get over it. I got over it.
It was hot today, and being in lupus didn’t help things out. I did enough chores to feel like I accomplished something, but the summer heat got me down, and I went back into the mountains to try and cool off. My cousin was there, fishing. Or, more aptly, flailing around in the water and snapping at fish. After taking a bite from her kill, I brought her on down to the end of the lake, and showed her the better way to fish on all fours: make the fish come to you.
Made sure she’s still making progress on the talen (she is, but not happily), asked her if she was learning any interesting secrets (nope), told her that I’d learned some girl stuff, some secrets, some magic over the last little while. She seemed to think I didn’t need to know any girl stuff. Maybe. We did a little running around, but my leg started hurting, and my lung was burning. Storm of the North decided to chide me, saying I need to run more, improve my endurance.
I snapped at her, told her she’s always whining about her scars, which are just cosmetic. Some of us have scars that actually hurt us. She started getting all apologetically whinge-ful, but I stomped off. No interest in that tonight.
When I calmed down some, I sat down with the book, and started reading it in depth - not a quick reading, but spending time going over all the paragraphs. Reading it properly will take time; I focused on the chapter about the role of time in energy, and some of its nonsense metaphors. There’s still a lot here that seems out and out wrong, but maybe I was a bit quick to judge it as useless. It makes me wish I could go back and test some of the things they claim on myself, after I came back being unstuck from time.
By the time I finished the chapter, I started thinking about my cousin. Maybe I was a bit harsh on her. No way she could have known that I’m not exactly a runner. I’ve tried to compensate by working on my endurance, but there’s only so much you can do with only one lung. But she didn’t know that.
Eh, she’ll get over it. I got over it.
