Hi, all! I have some more pseudo-story pics for you. And an update on my progress in the Mt. Geneva Friends project, which is painfully slow, as I hit a few snags on house #4. I was going to preview that one along with #3, but it keeps either freezing on save or crashing in play mode. Argh! I spent a whole week trying to finish that lot (and it’s not even that big), but after redoing it three times, shedding a few tears, and growing a few more gray hairs, I said to heck with it and moved on.
I thought maybe I had too much CC, so I pared it back and merged a bunch of package files, but that didn’t solve the problem, and I kept running out of space on my hard drive. When I tried to defrag, it told me I didn’t have enough space to do that, either. So the upshot of this all is: I have ordered a new computer! It has oodles of space, so at least I won’t have to worry about that anymore. And since the game will have to be reinstalled, maybe that will clear up my other issues. Here’s hoping!
Until then, I’m focusing on community lots (since I have no crashing issues when I’m in Edit Town). I’ve built a laundromat/café which you will see at the end of this post, but first off, here’s house #3 in my friends project (this will be a bit of déjà vu for those of you who read my thread on Living Sims – but the pics are all new, at least!):
It’s a bit of an oddball, but it’s based on a real house in my hometown. I was totally enchanted by its art deco-ish lines and green awnings, so I built it for my game and put friend #3 in there…with her grandmother. Originally I was going to have all of the friends live alone, but that’s a bit boring to play, so some of them will have roommates.
That’s the grandmother, Sharla Palmberg, strolling towards her house, llama-headed cane in hand. Sharla used to be a glamorous film star back in the golden age of Simmywood, but now she’s bitter, temperamental, and slightly loony, and doesn’t exactly relish the idea of being “looked after” by her granddaughter.
The aforementioned granddaughter is May Muldrow, a sweet and sensitive soul who loves old movies, romance novels, baking pies and cookies, holding dinner parties, and decorating (though she’s not very good at it).
It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Palmberg residence, and Sharla is watching the Kidz Zone channel, of all things. Her granddaughter keeps trying to engage her in conversation, but she’ d much rather watch a giant dancing bunny.
“Granny? Granny. Granny. Please…you won’t even look at me.”
May is a very patient young woman, but after the fifth or sixth time of saying “Granny” in her calmest voice and receiving no response, she decides to take a different approach. She gets up to turn off the TV, but before she can even reach the power button, Sharla yells, “Hey, I’m watching that!”
Sharla makes her way across the room towards May with surprising speed, considering that she has a slight limp and walks with a cane.
“Don’t you dare touch my TV! I’m not a child, you know!” she hollers. “I’m not senile, either, whatever your mother might think. I was getting along just fine without you.”
May sighs, trying to keep her tone placid. “Granny, I know you don’t really want
me here, but Mom is worried about you.”
Sharla clucks her tongue and looks away.
“I’m serious, Gran…you know she’d be here herself if she could. But she has all those little ones to take care of, so I’m it. I’m the lucky one who gets to spend time with you.”
Now comes the eyeroll. Sharla’s good at it.
“Don’t be that way, Gran,” May continues. “I really mean it. I never got to see much of you when I was growing up, so this is my chance to get to know you better. Try not to think of me as a…a caregiver or whatever, but as…a friend. A friend who’s just…living in your guest room for awhile.”
“Awhile? AWHILE? You’ll be here till I die, and don’t pretend I don’t know it! I wasn’t hatched yesterday, dearie. I know the REAL reason your parents sent you here –- to get YOU out of their hair!”
“Now Gran, that’s not fair. It has nothing to do with me. You know you’ve been forgetting things lately, and it’s been harder for you to get around…”
“Oh why, because I’m old? So terribly old and frail? Well, I’ll have you know, sweetums – I don’t walk with a cane because I’m old! I did all my own stunts, you know! Fractured my hip during a shoot. It hurt like hell! But I’m still on my feet. They didn’t throw this cane at me because I’m an elder — I earned it! I earned this cane and the right to wield it!”
“Geez, Granny, calm down! It’s not a weapon, for crying out loud. I’ve had enough arguing for now — I’m going upstairs until you chill out.”
May might be sweet and sensitive, but she does have a spine, and she won’t tolerate much too much abuse. Plus she’s a bit afraid of that cane, the way her Granny whirls it around like a lasso. She ventures upstairs to use the toilet and read a book for awhile. When she comes back down, Sharla seems to be in a much better mood.
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