Chapter 75 - Moping and Musing Thank the Watcher for the Moodlet Manager, because I'm out and about all hours of the night, usually just after catching an hour or two of sleep! The strangest thing is: I absolutely love the sudden rush and urgency of a late-night call. There's nothing better than the adrenaline that infuses you when you're waiting outside a burning building for the firefighters to retrieve victims, or zooming around in an ambulance . . . not to mention the fact that I'm receiving a promotion every few days.
Mother likes to listen to me read aloud from my research pamphlets. She comments every few paragraphs, about how she read online that a swift kick to the shin would fix any health problems. Or the fact that hospital births are overrated, and I-had-better-not-have-a-hopital-birth-when-I-have-a-baby-and-when-will-that-be-exactly?
Honestly? I want to get a little further along in my requirements before having a child. Still, it won't be long now before I have logic supermaxed. I've already found a new and entertaining way to "encourage" chess opponents to hurry to my house.
I've already completed all six BlackOps, as you can see from the strange expression on this gentleman's face. I donated my pancreas to him, and here I am demonstrating its use.
After realizing no one else in the house knew anything about handiness, Bubba bought a hammer online and began banging on a toilet with it. He's also taking university courses online, so that he can join a career he enjoys more than politics.
It certainly doesn't hurt that I find hammers, wrenches, and banging surprisingly hot.
I took a break from soundly defeating Maranda Underwood at chess to assist Reuben Keaton in his . . . ah . . . inability to have children. Of course, that made me think about having children, and how I'm going to have children soon, and--
I crushed Maranda and hurried home, then dragged Bubba to the bedroom. I doubt he minded, so there is really no need to apologize. I wish I could have a child now, but my adult birthday is only a few days away and I can't delay that.
At times, I climb the pole to the second floor and just look at the long hall of brides, to which I have been added. It's so strange to think that the old women who cheerfully run around the house were once so young and just about to be married.
In particular, I gaze at the statue of my mother. I barely remember her unwrinkled and young, as she is in this ice portrayal. I do know that this sculpture was made after her separation from Miles, when she had gotten back together with Bianca. Perhaps that's why she looks so happy.
At other times, I look at Grandmother Serena's blue-tinted sculpture. It's difficult to recall that she isn't my Grandmother, but my Great-Great Grandmother, and over a hundred years old. It's strangely unsettling to know that I will see her young and beautiful again, at the end of all of this. At least, if what the Watcher has told me is true.
From the hall, I usually walk down to the little house that leads down into the halls that my ancestors never speak of. When asked, they only smile and say I'll understand when I'm older. I look at Mother's door, and wonder when my own will appear.
Perhaps Grandmother Serena noticed my moping and musing, for she suggested a trip to China. Several of my opponents in Sunset Valley refused to show up, but the Chinese locals were known to be far more accommodating. I began the journey with a thousand-dollar donation to Sims For Nature.
My chess tournament opponents were easily defeated. At times, it appeared that the same people were coming back over and over, as if they couldn't accept their inevitable loss.
Grandmother Serena, with her high-level Visa, tagged along. She spent much of the trip playing with the new DJ booth or cooking meals.
In the end, it took me only a single day to rise to the top of the Chinese tournament, and I blogged about my victory before calling Grandmother and the airplane company.
Upon my return, I discovered the final two potions required for the Master Chemist challenge.
Bubba came home from a charity concert late that night, was surprised to find that I had arrived fourteen days early, and immediately welcomed me home.
Remember how Grandfather hasn't "hung out" with his children much recently? Well, he's spent the last few weeks making up for that absence, especially since his son Tim (formerly mislabeled as Wesley) was electrocuted. Here he is with Quiana, Cynthia, and the real Wesley.
They have a wonderful time going to movies, diners, and waterballoon tournaments, especially since the Hatch's (as townie children) rarely experience such luxuries.
In the end, however, that wasn't enough to save Grandfather's relationship with Emma. It's simply too little, too late, and he doesn't feel that he deserves her any more.
Aunt Rosalia celebrated her elder birthday in a quiet family party. I think she's quite a lovely elder, and she definitely retains much of her youthful sense of style.
