Pratchett and personal
Mar. 23rd, 2008 04:32 pmI've read a small subsection of my friendslist. People are saying who they'd not have met without Pterry's influence.
I'd like to thank
puritybrown for introducing me to the internet.
I read The Colour of Magic and The Light Fantastic while staying with my sister overnight while my parents split up; myself and my younger sister were kept out of the way while the actual house move was going on, I believe. Then, later, I persuaded my mother to buy me Equal Rites second-hand for 85p (that's Irish pence, no longer extant) in Dun Laoghaire Market. That was when I was about 13.
At DWCon 2004 I thanked Pterry personally; I stopped him in a corridor and said "I wanted to thank you; about ten years ago I read The Colour of Magic and now I have a husband and a baby."
And now I have two babies.
There are several people who owe their lives to Pratchett, and most of them aren't even related to him by blood. It's strange to think of.
In other news, the children are recovering. Emer's earache seems to have abated somewhat, though she's still not eating. It's ok for her because she's back on mostly milk. Linnea, however, is looking thinner. She's not thin yet because she's been using her reserves, but her reserves are visibly depleted. I'm hoping that tomorrow it will be sunny because they are both well enough now to go out in the garden fora few minutes and I think that would be very good for everyone.
We expect Rob to return to work on Tuesday. If he can't, he has to go to the doctor to get a sick cert.
As soon as I'm well enough to go into town I'm giving John Lewis my laptop to repair. I made it to buy food on Tuesday but paid for it all day Wednesday. No more outings except for food until I am certain I can handle it. Food must be bought, sadly.
Rob and I are taking it in turns to sleep; he gets to sleep all night and I get to sleep all morning.
I made Linnea and Emer easter eggs by pressing chocolate-coated cornflakes into egg shapes. It worked well, I think.
I don't like having pale, thin, lethargic children. Luckily it won't last long.
I'd like to thank
I read The Colour of Magic and The Light Fantastic while staying with my sister overnight while my parents split up; myself and my younger sister were kept out of the way while the actual house move was going on, I believe. Then, later, I persuaded my mother to buy me Equal Rites second-hand for 85p (that's Irish pence, no longer extant) in Dun Laoghaire Market. That was when I was about 13.
At DWCon 2004 I thanked Pterry personally; I stopped him in a corridor and said "I wanted to thank you; about ten years ago I read The Colour of Magic and now I have a husband and a baby."
And now I have two babies.
There are several people who owe their lives to Pratchett, and most of them aren't even related to him by blood. It's strange to think of.
In other news, the children are recovering. Emer's earache seems to have abated somewhat, though she's still not eating. It's ok for her because she's back on mostly milk. Linnea, however, is looking thinner. She's not thin yet because she's been using her reserves, but her reserves are visibly depleted. I'm hoping that tomorrow it will be sunny because they are both well enough now to go out in the garden fora few minutes and I think that would be very good for everyone.
We expect Rob to return to work on Tuesday. If he can't, he has to go to the doctor to get a sick cert.
As soon as I'm well enough to go into town I'm giving John Lewis my laptop to repair. I made it to buy food on Tuesday but paid for it all day Wednesday. No more outings except for food until I am certain I can handle it. Food must be bought, sadly.
Rob and I are taking it in turns to sleep; he gets to sleep all night and I get to sleep all morning.
I made Linnea and Emer easter eggs by pressing chocolate-coated cornflakes into egg shapes. It worked well, I think.
I don't like having pale, thin, lethargic children. Luckily it won't last long.
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Date: 2008-03-24 01:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-25 02:53 pm (UTC)Interestingly enough, none of the people I actually see anything of (though I did meet you and Rob once, along with a few other people). But practically all of my online life, since I only went online in order to read afp.
Perhaps in 35 years one of us will write a Booker-winning novel called Rincewind's Children, or something.