So. I’m stuck in a hotel in Corona tonight for a soccer tournament…and girlchild is in a mood…although feeding her Indian food seems to have helped. This is somewhat depressing, being here. I’m stitching, reading, even wrote for a while. Tried to meditate. It’s hard to keep on an even keel with someone squealing at you about everything you say. I brought my sketchbooks, but I’m not in the mood. I drew a little to deal with the aftermath of girlchild’s third or fourth cranky session…
But it’s not done. I brought the big sketchbook too, but forgot and left it in the car. Plus I’m tired…long car drive, lots of traffic, getting squawked at, but now she’s fine.
Girlchild is doing awesome though, first games since the back surgery. She’s tired but kicking ass while she’s on the field, which is a very good thing.
Anyway, two more games, two more days, but going home tomorrow…on the off chance that I can get some work done at home.
This hotel room is weird…a bar in the center of the room goes between the two beds…
Girlchild keeps moving furniture to revise the room.
Wish I could revise my head as easily. Probably best to just take myself to sleepland.
Kathy Nida 