Awake, briefly. So, a round up of the weekend, before I go back to sleep.
Saturday
We had an amazing time at Pride on Saturday. I thought the boys wouldn't want to come, but Sherlock was tempted by ice cream, and Mycroft said he thought it would be interesting. I was a little worried he'd find the whole thing mildly traumatizing, but he actually enjoyed it.
We talked to a lot of people, because that's what happens when you have a very inquisitive five year old with you, even if you have had a talk with him beforehand about not interrogating people.
The worst was probably when he asked this man what bird he killed to get all those feathers. But, like everyone else we met there, he was incredibly kind and patient with Sherlock, and with the many follow up questions about ostriches and whether they came in pink in the wild.
The police were there. The armed forces were too, but I didn't get a photo. Someone on the last post suggested I wear my uniform. I said I wouldn't have wanted to, for various reasons. Which I suppose might sound a bit worrying now that I think about it. L said he wouldn't have wanted me to, for various reasons. I think sometimes we almost try too hard not to offend each other. Better than the other way round, of course.
Anyway, my various reasons: 1) I'd have to get it cleaned and pressed. It's been in a box for over a year. 2) I wasn't especially looking to stand out on the one day we'd all be utterly normal. 3) If you do something like that, it's a statement, which is great if that's what you're there for, but that wasn't what I was there for. Also, the only statement I ever make in any variant of dress uniform is "I'm vaguely uncomfortable and itchy and when can I go and change?"
Saturday
We had an amazing time at Pride on Saturday. I thought the boys wouldn't want to come, but Sherlock was tempted by ice cream, and Mycroft said he thought it would be interesting. I was a little worried he'd find the whole thing mildly traumatizing, but he actually enjoyed it.
We talked to a lot of people, because that's what happens when you have a very inquisitive five year old with you, even if you have had a talk with him beforehand about not interrogating people.
The police were there. The armed forces were too, but I didn't get a photo. Someone on the last post suggested I wear my uniform. I said I wouldn't have wanted to, for various reasons. Which I suppose might sound a bit worrying now that I think about it. L said he wouldn't have wanted me to, for various reasons. I think sometimes we almost try too hard not to offend each other. Better than the other way round, of course.
Anyway, my various reasons: 1) I'd have to get it cleaned and pressed. It's been in a box for over a year. 2) I wasn't especially looking to stand out on the one day we'd all be utterly normal. 3) If you do something like that, it's a statement, which is great if that's what you're there for, but that wasn't what I was there for. Also, the only statement I ever make in any variant of dress uniform is "I'm vaguely uncomfortable and itchy and when can I go and change?"
Enormous flag. Huge. (Gurt long?) Sherlock wondered if he could jump on it and get everyone to throw him up in the air. Answer: no. I spoil all his fun.
Fortunately, he was distracted by a girl with her face painted in rainbow coloured scales. He asked if she'd do his face like that. She said she couldn't because she didn't have the stuff she'd used, but she did glittery hearts and stars for him with what she did have.
It intensified his powers of cute to an almost frightening degree, and between the floppy hair, huge eyes, and ridiculously earnest expression, he doesn't really need the help. Someone gave him a pair of glittery fairy wings out of the blue a little later. Nice boy, maybe 18 or 19, in his own wings and little else. Sherlock loves them. He wants to wear them to school. And then he wants to make ones that really fly.
When I went up to read to them, Mycroft said, "Everyone was so different from each other, but no one seemed to mind." Which sums it up pretty well, yeah.
Sunday, very briefly
Djokovic won Wimbledon. I don't know what happened to Nadal, if it was his foot injury or what. 6-1 is not a score I ever expected to see from him, playing anyone, except maybe Federer. I'm not really surprised he lost, but I didn't expect him to lose quite so dramatically. I have the final recorded, and I've watched bits of it, but I'm not sure I want to bother sitting down to watch the whole thing. (Anyone who did see it all - should I? Is it worth it?)
L and I rode out by Harrow, stopped in at the shop that sells the myriad of expensive clothing Mycroft will need. Realised we'll probably be sewing name tags into everything he owns. Lestrade thinks he's going to get out of that, but he's not.
I love that motorbike. (Not as much as L does, obviously. When we went to his office a few days ago, he stopped by to pat it and tell it he'd be back for it soon.) It's such an odd sense of freedom. Like you could go anywhere. I really might get my own one day. Though it wouldn't be quite the same.
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What does it say about my mental age that the first thing I thought, when I saw the picture of that huge flag, was the same Sherlock did? XD And he must have looked adorable! :3
BTW, the other day my two nieces came over. They and my sister came into my room to borrow some books. When they had picked up a few, my sister said, "All right, let's go read them," and the oldest one (5 going on 6), said, "Read them? We're not going to read them, we're going to make experiments with them!"
I don't know why it made me think of Sherlock. XD OK, I do know why.
Wouldn't be quite the same, but when Sherlock's big enough to ride it might be handy.
Why can't I still be in bed with you?
Don't know, but it seems horribly unfair right now. Thursday.
I'm living for Thursday.
Although Sherlock informed me in the kitchen that it wasn't fair you got to see me and he had to go to school. Apparently we see enough of each other and he doesn't see enough of me. Such a turnaround since him not speaking to me a few days ago.
Sherlock with glittery face paint and sparkly wings. That must have been quite a sight. He'd probably enjoy a Renaissance faire. Do y'all do those? I have no idea. Someone must, I'm sure. Or it could just be a garish, uncouth American thing. But criminy, historical inaccuracies aside, they're an incredible amount of fun.
My favorite in Scarborough Faire. It's one of those places where everyone fits in because really, no one's stranger than the guy dressed as a tree. No one. *laughs* Sherlock might be utterly enchanted. www.scarboroughrenfest.com I think I might still be in some of the pictures on the website.
Toodles,
Browyn
First Texas, then guacamole... It's been ages since I've been to Scarborough, but Bronwyn, are you me?
Sherlock sounds adorable. And I quite like his idea of bouncing in the flag.
Sherlock can be completely adorable. He was most put out when John forbid any sort of flag - jumping. Especially when everyone else seemed to give in to his every whim all day.
I've never been a renaissance faire, Bronwyn. No idea if they exist here.
Mycroft - I think being different but all rubbing along is what life's about. And I know how worried you are about school, but everyone there will be different in their own way. I'm sure you'll find people you have things in common with, or at least, people whose differences you find interesting and who will happily share with you.
Danger, I was hoping for lunch or something with you, but I'm at a crime scene and...well, right now I'm not sure I'll get Thursday off. But I'll try, I really will.
Thanks for posting the photos, John. I'm chuckling at the thought of Sherlock with glitter and fairy wings. I'm glad everyone else enjoyed themselves too.
L - if you can't there's always next week. Hope your crime scene isn't too bad.
Lupe - ha! What sort of experiments were they going to make with them? Non-explosive ones I hope.
Bronwyn - the internet says there are Renaissance faires here. I've never been to one either, but it might be a good time.
Elizabeth - I admit, bouncing on the flag sounded pretty fun to me as well, though of course it would've been incredibly unwise to say so at the time.
Lawless - I have video. Maybe some day I'll be unparanoid enough to share it. Assuming his mum doesn't confiscate it.
It's pretty horrible, if I'm honest. And getting both better and worse at the same time.
John, thanks for the photos. When you had said Sherlock was talking to a guy with pink feathers that was not at all what I had pictured.
Lestrade, good luck with the latest case. And thanks for being willing to do such a tough job.
KHolly - yeah, that wouldn't be the first image that sprung to anyone's mind, I think. He was pretty amazing. I can't even imagine how much time that must've taken to make.
L - better than worse and worse, I suppose. I'm sorry it's a bad one. Good luck.
I think I'm going to be Crap company tonight. I can just go back to mine if you want. Not inflict myself on you.
As always, I'd rather have you here. It's all right if you don't want to though.
I'm probably being an idiot.
Being with you will undoubtedly make me feel better than being in an empty flat with a bottle.
And I don't imagine me staying away will make you feel any better.
I'll be late though. Eat without me.
Hey Elizabeth,
I'm pretty sure I'm not you, but we could do a vital stats check ala old-school AOL. Just to be certain. I have vivid memories of getting the A/S/L query from strangers on my very first IM screen name. Back when we only had a 28K dial-up modem. God, it was so slow I used to read a book while chatting.
I don't think you've anything to worry about. After all, don't all good Texans like guacamole and Scarborough Faire? I definitely prefer it to Texas Ren Fest, that's for sure. TRF is the megamall of ren fests.
Toodles,
Bronwyn
And I don't imagine me staying away will make you feel any better.
It never does. And while you often say you'll be terrible company, it's very, very seldom you actually are.
All right. We'll save some for you, though I've no idea what it'll be yet.
I did not end up seeing the final so I cannot comment. I got into a thing with my sister that triggered my ptsd and now I'm unfunctioning and dreading tomorrow, when I have to leave the apartment and work.
From everything I've seen of Djokovic this year, I'm not terribly surprised he won, and at the score. I've always thought he could be very good if he pulled all the pieces together, and it seems like that's what he's done.
The thing that strikes me is where do you get a flag that big? They've been on the news a lot recently. All the countries that are having overthrows always seem to have huge long flags in the crowds of protestors three days after they start protesting. You can't make a 400 metre long flag in 72 hours so where do they buy them? Is there a factory somewhere that fabricates nothing but ultra long flags?
Thanks. And I dunno. I've been staring at the same form for about 15 minutes now, waiting for my brain to supply some thought. Hasn't yet. Can't imagine the conversation tonight will be up to much.
Becca - I'm sorry. That's a crap situation to be in, and having family set you off is generally worse in my experience. You (not you personally, but...well, I suppose I mean me) always feel they ought to know you well enough not to. Good luck tomorrow.
azure - maybe, but how would you get a 400m flag shipped to you in 72 hours while still finding time to stage a revolution?
L - conversation's not required. Can I offer you a massage instead?
John, that part hadn't even occurred to me. Where the *hell* do they get those flags?
J - do I know you well enough? I don't know if I do. Maybe we should talk about it. Unless talking about it does set it off.
Massage sounds good. Sorry, this is all just...when you think you've seen some of the worst of humanity, someone like this shows up.
As for flags in revolutions, if the country has a simple flag, I think they'd be home made.
Danger, if you need to ask or call about cooking, then do it. I'm back in the office. There are some bits and bobs in the fridge.
I'll try to get away before ten.
L - I assume you can't talk about the case online, but if you think it'll help I'll listen when you get home. Cooking went okay. And it didn't even involve frozen peas.
do I know you well enough?
...God, I don't know. You seem to be doing all right. I feel like I should have a better answer, but I've been thinking about it since I got your comment, and I just don't.
Can't talk details. But...started today thinking we had one dead child - possibly accidental or manslaughter.
As of now we've got seven. All murder.
The only good thing is we also have the bloke in custody. He says he can't even remember how many he's killed.
And a lot of files and rumours and leads we're trying to follow up to identify the victims. It's just about the most depressing reading you can do.
As for the other...you don't have to know. The best answer is the truth, and if that's it, that's fine.
Oh my god. Are you all right? That's probably a stupid thing to ask, I doubt anyone's all right after that.
There's brownies when you get home. Sherlock and Mycroft made them for you all on their own. Well, I say for you. They've eaten quite a few already.
We're...well, we're bloody glad we've got him. He's done. He's never getting out of prison unless it's in a box.
And I suppose that's keeping us going.
Are they still up? Tell them thank you.
Good.
Yeah, they're up. I'm just reading to them. They both say you're welcome, and Sherlock wants to know if you'll come up to see him when you get home, even if he's asleep. (He thinks he won't be; I'm pretty sure he will.)
Yeah, of course I'll come and see him.
Be leaving in a bit.
Sorry, I'm a bit...I dunno what I am. Feel like the emotional stuffing has been beaten out of me.
You can't make a 400 metre long flag in 72 hours so where do they buy them I think the answer involves industrial sewing machines, which sew much, much faster than household sewing machines. Something like the Pride flag - all big long straight seams - could totally be made in 72 hours, if you had a bunch of people working together and a couple of industrial sewing machines.
Lestrade, that sounds horrible. I'm glad you got the guy, but still. You have my sympathy, for what it's worth.
Yeah, I know how that goes. We can just watch telly or something. Love you.
Love you too.
Leaving now. be with you soon.
(he got home all right. I know you all worry.)
Awwww. Thank you, John. (Give him a hug from all of us.)
Thanks, John :-)
And I only just noticed your new "the four of us" tag (yes, I'm a bit slow). Awwww.
I hadn't noticed the tag either.
Thanks for...well, just being you, last night. I'm glad I didn't go home. Sorry I wasn't much fun. Hope I didn't wake you up too much.
You don't have to be fun after a day like that. It's perfectly all right, don't worry.
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