Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Cauliflower, beets, headless santa.

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My dad dropped off a cauliflower this afternoon at the house.  I made it (along with my favorite beets) for dinner.

The cauliflower was suppose to go along with a casserole, but I mistimed the baking, so we had to wait an extra 20 minutes for it to finish up cooking.  Vince proprosed we skip dinner and eat frosted flakes instead.

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But the casserole/pie/thing-y came out just fine, we all finished off the whole thing.

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Edda had beet juice running down her chin - vampire like.

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Made it to the second night.  Headless Santa saying hello.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Target, sick. menorah, Edda-care.

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I spent time today in a line at Target procuring a hard-to-find Xmas gift.  That is not my hand.

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Jeremy is sick.  He's been moaning on the couch this evening.  He's so sick that he forgot to eat lunch today and then he tried to figure out why he felt so terrible at 6:30 when he came home (hungry, tired & sick.  trifecta)

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Vince pulled out the silver menorah (not too tarnished which is good because it takes a lot of time to polish it up) and lit the first candle.  Then we discussed when we were going to make the latkes and brisket.  I think we'll make them Sunday.

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I was on Edda duty tonight, I've mentioned before that if I outsource too much of her care, then I feel like I'm not really her mom because so much of parenting Edda is the physical part. 

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Monday, December 11, 2017

Adriana is 30!


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Birthday celebration tonight for Adriana, one of Edda's caregivers.  I hired her from an ad I put on the nursing school Facebook page. I lucked out, she's been great for us & great for Edda. She started working for us the same week she started nursing school.  Now, she's almost done with school, one term left.  (aaaaaand, just to brag, I think she might also be #1 in her class in nursing school.  shhh.  don't tell her I told you.)

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She said her favorite pie was lemon meringue.  I do not often venture into meringue territory - I spent most of Sunday afternoon making this pie.  I initially dreamed of making the crust - I had a bunch of friends send me recipes, but in the end I bought the crust.  The lemon and the meringue was enough of a challenge.

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We are goofballs.  And Maxi joined in.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Sick, Debbie, Usual Suspects, thank you.

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By Thursday, I realized that I was getting sick.  I was still hoping I was at the bottom and working my way back to wellness, but as I'm writing this on Sunday while in my pajamas and sicker than I was on Thursday, it was fruitless optimism.  When I get sick, I only want to eat carbs.  I think I had four bowls of rice chex and bananas.

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Friday, my parents came over for takeout Chinese food. 

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I spent Friday night with a hacking cough (it's always worse at night) and woke up to Saturday full of social events that I did not want to miss.  It's just impossible to set these social engagements up because of random schedules and I wanted to power through the day so it would seem like Jeremy would be home sooner.  (The last day of any business trip just drags, the trip could be three days or three weeks, it doesn't matter, the last day is me going - OMG, when is Jeremy going to be home!?!  I can't take this anymore.  (This was way worse when the kids were toddlers, it was only like this now because I was getting sicker and sicker...))

First, I took Edda to a special showing of Coco at 10 am.  This was a sensory friendly showing meaning that they play no previews, keep the sound a bit down and let the kids talk or walk around as much as they want to.  It was such a relief to know that I wouldn't have to keep Edda quiet with a steady stream of popcorn and we both had a great time.  Coco was a good movie, not my super favorite, but I'm glad I went.  I bumped into Cata and Dominique at the showing and promised to get together in the New Year.  Free donuts and muffins!

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At noon, I went to lunch with Debbie at Costal Flats near Rio.  No photos, but I wanted to see Debbie because Magic (a good friend of Ruby's) passed away the week after Thanksgiving.   Of course, Debbie is heartbroken, but Dennis relied on Magic to go on long walks and company during the day.  :(

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In the evening, after many, many, many attempts, we (the usual suspects) met at Founding Farmers for dinner. All of us!  On a Saturday night!  We are a goofy bunch.  If you can believe it, we also talked a lot about dogs.  Soojung got a service dog to help with Alice, but there has been lots of issues surrounding that! 

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Back to dogs, Sweet Pea went home today (Sunday).  The only thing I got her to eat was a single chicken breast.

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She slept next to me most nights.  Last night, Jeremy came home at 1 am and Sweet Pea growled at him!  Told him that he wasn't welcome and that she wasn't going to give up her spot on the bed for him.  We gave Peanut half the bed, we got the other half, lol.  The business trip went fantastically.  There was a talk that he gave on Friday that he was super nervous about that he worked on all week - woke up at 3 am being on EST while in CA and worked on it before the business day started and then kept on going into dinner on PST - long days.  The talk was slightly controversial and it was in front of many people he respects, which sends him into a bit of a stomach churn, but in the end, everyone was excited to hear his ideas and there will be forward progress.  Because he was operating on so little sleep and stress these are the things he left behind: a wallet at BWI, a jacket at a friends house, and finally a winter coat on the plane.  We got the wallet back, we should get the jacket back and keeping fingers crossed for the winter coat. 

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Between seeing Debbie (lunch Sat) and the Usual Suspects (dinner Sat), Arietni and Vince Chrismassed the whole house.  I was going to participate, but I was so tired, I napped for the few hours.  Extra thanks to Enti who worked an extra long shift on Sat and put up all the Xmas decorations and took good care of Edda.  Thanks to Vince who helped with the decorations and made dinner for Enti & Edda.  And thanks to Jeremy who came home to me and who now is coming down with a cold.

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Thursday, December 7, 2017

Sick, sweet pea, attic.

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Hello loves, this has been a long week (do I say that every week?  maybe).  It's been a long week mainly because I've gotten myself sick again.  This is not a good year for me feeling slightly under the weather, I seem to catch something every few weeks!  Not something I'm used to. I'm still working and doing everything, it's just that I feel kind of lousy all the time.  Vince has needed extra mothering this week and it's hard to be patient when I feel lousy.  I wish Jeremy was around, when I get sick, I get a little needier - I want someone to listen to me complain & whine.  I usually don't complain or whine, but when I'm sick, I (unfortunately) regress.

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Sweet pea is here for the next 3-4 days.  I love Sweet pea.  I think she likes me, but she's a little nervous in our house.  She doesn't like to eat when she's not home, so my big goal is to get her to eat something sometime.  I think I'll make her some scrambled eggs tomorrow morning.

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Maxi - pisser of a host - immediately went to sleep on her bed.

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This next photo is me with a head lamp in the attic.  There is a weird dripping sound above our bed.  It drives me bonkers because 1) it just drives me bonkers 2) it kicks my anxiety into a higher gear because I imagine water cascading down the walls of the house totally melting it from the inside and 3) it just drives me bonkers.  I waded through all the extra blown insulation to see where it was coming from....nothing.  I have no idea what is dripping.  Ack, I still feel like crap.  Goodnight!  Hopefully tomorrow I'll feel better.

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Oh yes, Jeremy got his wallet back in CA that he left at BWI airport.  TSA was nice enough to fedex it to him!  I didn't have to drive to BWI to claim it and then fedex it.  Thank you, TSA!

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Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Great Wolf Lodge, sewing, Philly.

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I spent the weekend driving boys in Vince's scout troop to Great Wolf Lodge in Williamsburg, VA.  Scouting is Vince's big extra-curricular activity and we really don't help out that much, so I decided that this was the weekend to do it.  We (we meaning Jeremy or I) have had some experiences with this volunteer driving that end up being kind of frustrating - like they say the need, need, need drivers and then when we volunteer to drive.  Then at the last minute boys have dropped out or they get an extra driver and then they don't really need us as drivers, but we are standing there at the start and we all are kind of expected to go.  It frustrates me to no end that someone could have had their weekend back in Rockville (not necessarily me or Jeremy), so this is what happened at this trip and I started it off all mad.  It did not help that Vince wanted to abandon me and go in another car with his friends who were ditching me to go with a cooler parent, so, possibly, I would be driving hours and hours with no one in my van (I think if I had no one in my van, I just wouldn't have gone), but Vince grudgingly went along in my van (spent the whole time mad at me for not letting him ride in the hipster van) and I did end up with a couple of scouts in my car.   I think they want the parent volunteers to volunteer because they love the boys and Great Wolf Lodge (GWL is not really my jam, nor are things like Disney or Harry Potter World or Hamilton or anything where the value/money ratio is way out of whack - I might love them in isolation, but the rate of money consumed at any of these things rapidly strips the sheer joy of it from me), but I volunteer so that the trips can happen and other parents can sleep in their own beds.  But in the end, I'm glad I went because 1) I got to see Gina, my quilting coach, 2) I got a leisurely run/long talk in with Charlie, who has been heading the scout troop for 4 years and got to hear about Vince and his pals who are the next ones in line to lead the troop, 3) I got to see the changing dynamics of Vince's friend group, 4) I got to meet some parents  and 5) Jeremy needed a weekend alone to work (he's in California this week) - and, I think in the end, I was a necessary driver (kind of, because someone left early with a lighter car load).  In other words, I spent the trip reframing my grumpiness, lol.  Honestly, I spend 80% of my life reframing, turning, I don't want to be here, I'm mad at this thing, I'm irritated by that thing into, I want to be here, I'm not mad at this thing, I'm totally not irritated by that thing.  I mean, there are things to really be mad, sad/upset, irritated by, but 99% of it all is not worth the emotional energy I could potentially spend on it. 

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Gina, my quilting coach, lives 20 minutes from GWL, so I spent the afternoon with her in her sewing room!  I got to see all her supplies and fancy machines for the first time.  I brought my two finished quilts (one for Vince, one for Edda) and she critiqued them and suggested that I learn to bind my own quilts.

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Lovely afternoon sewing.  Gina is such a wonderful resource, even watching her measure and cut fabric is illuminating.  I have had some trouble cutting fabric (which I didn't even know that I was having trouble) just because one has only two hands or that one is right handed, but when I watched her measure/cut, she used two rulers instead of one which totally eliminated the trouble I was having.  She also taught me to bind my own quilts.  Gina is my good friend Vickey's mother.  I've known Vickey for almost a decade now.  Being work colleagues, we've spoken most days out of that last decade, so it's fun to hear stories of Vickey from her parents.

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Back at Great Wolf Lodge, I gratefully accepted the grown-up room only assignment and chatted with a number of parents.  Sometimes it's a shock to the system that these people are my contemporaries.  In my head, I think I still look 20.  But this is not true.  I look like I'm 45 and proof is within the faces of parents with children the same age as my own children.  Charlie, the scoutmaster, and I went to a nearby park to run on Sunday where I got the low-down on some group dynamics of the boys within the scouts.  It's interesting to hear an outside perspective of your own son from a person who has seen him, essentially, grow up. 

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I drove back and forth to Williamsburg, VA this weekend and then today, I turned around and drove to downtown Philly to see my friend Vidya who had that stroke a few months ago.  I had wanted Jeremy to come with me, but our schedules never seemed to match up with adequate child care for Edda and I didn't want to wait too long between visits.  A trip to Philly takes all day and honestly, it's easier for me to slip away on a weekday when I have a more extensive and predictable child care/school schedule.  So I went today and I must say I was incredibly relieved and optimistic for Vidya, he just transferred out of ICU into rehab in downtown Philly. You know every once in awhile, you get asked a question, Which would you prefer to live into old age with? - the body of a 30 year old or the mind of a 30 year old?  I always hesitate on that question.  But I think Vidya wouldn't hesitate and would always, always pick having the mind of a 30 year old.  I think he'll be able to write about science and philosophy to his heart's content once he can get the right equipment in place and once all his physical needs can be stabilized (which is still an incredible uphill climb with a long way to the top).  He's still quite immobile, can't speak/eat and has some pain issues, but I thought what K. (his wife)  said was true, that he can get a lot of quality of life back even with all these physical limitations and who knows how much physicality can be regained?  There was marked improvement even just from my last trip. I thought I'd only stay at the rehab facility for an hour or two, I ended up staying almost seven hours.  While I was in Philly - Jeremy managed to accidentally leave his wallet at the TSA check-in at BWI on his way to California and Vince sent me an urgent text about some terrible grade on a test and Edda was fine with Adriana's help who picked her up from aftercare and made her some dinner.  I got home at 8pm.  And we all go on, one (literal and/or metaphorical) foot in front of the other.  Let's just hope we don't get in a big fight with North Korea.  That would really f*ck us up in addition to all the things that are already f*cked up.

Friday, December 1, 2017

Ning, french onion soup, pigs feet.

December, the month of cheer, or as it's turning out, the month where I try to be cheerful as many thinks out of my control continue to fall apart.  Somehow because it's suppose to be the happiest time of the year, it really throws all the things that suck way into the deep dark pit of despair / disaster / depression.   Don't be alarmed, it's just all the regular stuff here at just regular folks.  We are all doing just fine, chugging along. 

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Ning is helping us out in the mornings for an hour to get Edda up and out of the house.  Edda's hair looks presentable again. lol.

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Mom made a combination east/west dinner.  French onion soup to begin:

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(Edda was really, really happy at dinner).

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Pig's feet to end.

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