Becca Wilhite Blog

March 29, 2012

Ketchup. Catsup? All right. Catch. Up.

Filed under: books,familyness,spring is coming — becca @ 4:19 pm

I’m feeling much better. Thank you. And sounding almost normal. Keep the prayers coming / fingers crossing / voodoo dolls dancing. I’m totally feeling the love.

*Things I’ve Learned While Not Having a Voice* (In No Apparent Order)
## I can live without answering the phone for days at a time. Days, I tell you.
## In a pinch, Atomic Fireballs can stand in for coughdrops. But only if you’re a person who eats sugar. And if you’re a person who does not eat sugar or sugar-style substitutes, your cough drops options are slim and strange.
## When Mama isn’t talking, the decibel level in the house is strangely low and lovely.
## ¬†Whispering is evil. And I should never, ever do it if I want my voice back. So… sign language.

Brilliant Kid 1 got her ACT scores. She had to go to the Rude Counselling Office Secretary [1] and ask for it. RCOS took her sweet time, for whatever reason having a difficulty with the spelling of our last name (sheesh). After moments of hemming and hawing (she really hemmed, and also hawed — it’s part of her job description) RCOS said, “You got a 36” and paused for a long time before saying “on the English section.” Kid 1 restarted her heart and possibly did a little fist-pump. RCOS then told her her other (only slightly less astronomical) numbers which “averaged” (I’ll trust her, I didn’t do the math myself) to 32. [2] We’re pleased. Why, yes, we’d love to send her to university for free. Thank you again.

I am again convinced that “GOOD OMENS” by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman is the funniest book I’ve ever read. I’m re-enjoying it oh-so-much. There might be some snorting aloud. It happens.

Sunshine? I’m ready for you. Although the theatrical cloudiness of the sky is lovely and poetic and stuff, I’m really ready for some afternoon rays.

You know how death and other unfortunate things are said to happen in Threes? I’m here to tell you good things do, too, if you’re looking for such good things. And if you can count to three. I think present company is good there. Details soon.

[1] As opposed to the very, very nice Counselling Office Secretary, who is always polite to both adults and students — just imagine that.

[2] 36 is a perfect score. ACT is the western states version of SAT. All righty. “They” say that a kid’s second try will often be 2 points higher than the first try. This was the first try. All done bragging now.

3 Comments

  1. It’s weird how much quieter my house is when I can’t talk. And you’re right, Good Omens is absolutely fantasic – one of my top 10 favorite books. But then I’m a gigantic Terry Pratchett fan, and I really like Gaiman, too, although he doesn’t do ‘funny’ the way Pratchett does. And yay for having your voice back! Can’t wait to hear it tomorrow! Woot woot!

    Comment by DeNae — March 30, 2012 @ 8:15 am

  2. That is an amazing score!!! She should be so proud of her hard work!

    I’m so glad you can almost talk again. Yay!

    And hey, I didn’t even know that Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman wrote a book together. I’m going to have to get that one! =D

    Comment by Carolyn V — March 30, 2012 @ 8:28 am

  3. I am not surprised in the least that your daughter got a 36. She’s YOUR daughter! But I’m very happy and proud for her because daughter or no, that means she’s smart and worked her own little butt off to be that way. Way to go Brilliant Kid #1!

    That good news in 3s? SO FREAKING HAPPY FOR YOU!

    I haven’t read GOOD OMENS but I would love an order of sunshine with a side of warm breeze.

    Losing my voice is a rare thing–mostly because I can’t sing worth a darn. Glad it’s coming back and glad you’ve had some P&Q.

    BTW, it should be mentioned that last night I read your essay in TELL ME WHO I AM about guilt and I could have hugged and sobbed all over you in equal degrees for that. After a grueling, guilt-filled day over parenting and homemaking all in one, your essay literally made me heave a grateful sigh and clutch at my chest for breath. Thank you. Thank you for being flawed and wonderful and understanding. God bless you.

    Comment by L.T. Elliot — March 30, 2012 @ 6:39 pm

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