Facts and Fictions

Well, we lost our game last night by a ridiculous amount. It wasn't the amount that was so ridiculous, but the team. It should have been different. But it wasn't. It was a dirty game against a dirty team, with two technicals marrng the game.
I'm in Rupert at Kari's; since I got here just past noon, we've watched three movies, played two games of Clue and one of Continuo, as well as making a delicious, mid-afternoon pasta. This is an extension of last weekend when she was down at my house for the space of two and a half days, during which time we played four games of Clue, six of Yahtzee, several of Sequence; watched two movies; and went to a stage production of Beauty and the Beast which one friend and several aquaintances were acting in. Yes, this is a whole lot of nothing. But it's enjoyable nothing, seasoned with conversation and experience.
I'm currently re-reading one of my favorite children's books, The Facts and Fictions of Minna Pratt. I tend to revert to children's lit between larger, "older" books, and Minna is one of my favorite stand-bys, along with Lily's Crossing. "Advanced," Kayleen (Kari's younger sis) called it, in an attempt to be witty or rabarbative; I'm not sure which. (I made that last comment for the sole purpose of being able to use "rebarbative" in a sentence.) Both these books remind me unfailingly of myself when I was younger. And sometimes of myself as I am.