Lately, it occurs to me…
Is it weird that I’ve been keeping busy to distract myself from the fact that Harry Potter ends at 12:05AM Friday morning? Because it does. I mean, it doesn’t really — it’ll always be around. Pottermore is happening, blah blah blah. But, seriously. It’s kind of ending, even if it’s not.
These books and movies have been my thiiiing for over ten years. OVER A DECADE. They’ve been my thing, and they’ve also been a million other people’s things. What’s really awesome is that they’ll continue to be people’s things — people will continue to discover the books, the films, the everything. It’s fantastic. It’s awesome.
So, so so so…there’s that. I just got distracted by my Harry Potter love by an email from Netflix telling me they’re splitting the plans — you can pay $8 for streaming online or DVD only, or $16 for both. FOUL, NETFLIX.
I’m doing streaming only, FYI.
Oh and hey! I’m finally going to the eye doctor on Thursday, and I made sure that the appointment was scheduled far enough ahead of Harry Potter time so it wouldn’t fuck with my eyes. I may have specifically brought up the midnight viewing of Harry Potter and stressed that nothing could impair my vision while making the appointment. Maybe.
Jasper’s therapy stuff is going very well. His hips, calves, and hamstrings are stretching, which is good. I’m a little split on the therapy, mostly because I’ve had quite a few people tell me their kids walked on their tiptoes and it was just a phase — something they outgrew after a while. I’ve also had other people tell me it’s something you want to fix. And I also feel like kids are subjected to a lot of medical stuff nowadays, with our urges to fix! every! single! thing!, and I worry that this is another one of those cases.
What it comes down to is it’s awfully hard to make your child walk on a treadmill when he’s crying and pleading with you, asking “Please, Mama, get down.” over and over again, and you have to say, “Not yet, baby, this is helping you” and his entire concept of help is being rewritten. In fact, it sucks.
