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Jun. 27th, 2015 08:48 amScott was feeling well enough by last night that we actually were able to go out to dinner. Getting to the restaurant was kind of challenging because traffic was very backed up. When we finally got to the driveway for the restaurant, we saw the problem-- The lane was blocked by a broken down bus. My best guess is that there'd been some sort of collision between the bus and a car. There was a tow truck in the parking lot doing something with a car, and as the lot was barely half full and the driver appeared to be right there, I don't think it was an issue of illegal parking.
I'm a little concerned that this particular restaurant isn't going to last. They were about half full at 6:30 on a Friday evening. I'd expected us to have to wait to be seated. The place does Middle Eastern food, and I wonder if that's a factor. We started the meal with baba ghanouj which we enjoyed but which was borderline too spicy for us. The bread we got with it wasn't as good as the bread we had the last two times we ate there. It looked different and wasn't as soft, so I assume they changed the recipe. I had lentil soup and lamb and mushrooms in a cream sauce with a side of potato wedges. Scott had a salad and some sort of chicken with hummos and a side of vegetables. I'd not gone with the vegetables because the waitress said there were peppers, but Scott got no peppers, just large pieces of zucchini and carrots and one overcooked chunk of eggplant. Both of us ended up with plenty of leftovers. The waitress was slow about bringing us boxes for our leftovers but quick about dealing with the bill. She actually waited while Scott got out his credit card and took that immediately.
We got frosties on the way home. Then I iced my shoulder while we watched a couple of episodes of the first season of Arrow. I'm kind of indifferent, but Scott's seen it before and liked it. I will probably go on with it simply because it's in English so I can watch it and write at the same time. I have heard that it improves considerably later on, so there's that.
About 9:30, Scott realized that Cordelia had texted him around 5:30 and he hadn't noticed. (He pretty much always has the sound turned off on his phone. It vibrates, but he can't generally feel that even when the phone is actually in his pocket.) My phone had turned itself off, something it does about once a month. It's not often enough for me to decide to replace it, but it is inconvenient when it happens because it can take me hours to notice. I just don't use my phone much.
At any rate, Cordelia's having back pain of some sort and didn't want to talk to her grandparents about it. She says it 'hurts when she stands up.' This was in a follow up text after Scott texted her back (he tried calling, but she didn't answer). We're not clear whether it hurts while she's standing up or as she stands from sitting. Both are a bit worrying when we can't do anything and when, even once she's home, we can't take her to the doctor until Monday at the earliest. Scott did tell her to talk to her grandmother if it was still a problem in the morning. Unfortunately, she still hasn't learned how to swallow pills, and I very much doubt that Scott's parents have anything chewable or liquid sitting around, so painkillers are likely out of the question. (We have got to figure out how to teach her to swallow pills. She's adult size and weight now.)
I am still trying to figure out what on earth I did to get tendinitis in my shoulder. If it had happened in March, when I was using the walker, I wouldn't have been surprised, but I doubt that would be the cause three months later. I wonder if it's partly because, since injuring my foot and ankle, I haven't been getting the exercise I'm used to. I'm recovered enough now that I should go back to at least Sit and Be Fit, but I keep forgetting and procrastinating because doing the program would require stopping whatever else I'm doing, getting all the laundry out of the living room (something we haven't done since March), and otherwise clearing space at a specific time. The show is on every weekday at 2:30. It's also, somehow, harder to do it while Cordelia's at home. I don't know why.
I am a little worried that I'm out of the loop in terms of knowing what's going on with my father's family. My sister said something about not wanting to worry Grandma when two of her kids are dying. I knew my aunt was, but I didn't know anyone else was. I don't think it's my father (I really hope he'd tell me, but goodness knows that communication on that side of the family is dreadful. It's almost worse than on my mother's side), so it's likely my uncle, the one my grandmother now lives with, the youngest of her three children and the only one who's financially sensible.
Grandma put her money into a trust a while back, and my father and uncle are the other two people who are authorized to make decisions about the money. Having my father do that is a terrible, terrible idea, and I'd been counting on his brother to keep him from doing anything stupid with the money. I suppose it's not as big a deal as it was-- The main purpose for conserving the money was to support my aunt who has brain damage from an illness about twenty years ago, and Grandma's likely to outlive her daughter at this point. As long as my uncle's wife and sixteen year old daughter are okay (and the other two kids, both in their 30s, would definitely step up if needed), I don't think it matters so much about the money once my aunt, uncle and grandmother are gone. The rest of us grandkids are doing pretty well on our own.
I'm a little concerned that this particular restaurant isn't going to last. They were about half full at 6:30 on a Friday evening. I'd expected us to have to wait to be seated. The place does Middle Eastern food, and I wonder if that's a factor. We started the meal with baba ghanouj which we enjoyed but which was borderline too spicy for us. The bread we got with it wasn't as good as the bread we had the last two times we ate there. It looked different and wasn't as soft, so I assume they changed the recipe. I had lentil soup and lamb and mushrooms in a cream sauce with a side of potato wedges. Scott had a salad and some sort of chicken with hummos and a side of vegetables. I'd not gone with the vegetables because the waitress said there were peppers, but Scott got no peppers, just large pieces of zucchini and carrots and one overcooked chunk of eggplant. Both of us ended up with plenty of leftovers. The waitress was slow about bringing us boxes for our leftovers but quick about dealing with the bill. She actually waited while Scott got out his credit card and took that immediately.
We got frosties on the way home. Then I iced my shoulder while we watched a couple of episodes of the first season of Arrow. I'm kind of indifferent, but Scott's seen it before and liked it. I will probably go on with it simply because it's in English so I can watch it and write at the same time. I have heard that it improves considerably later on, so there's that.
About 9:30, Scott realized that Cordelia had texted him around 5:30 and he hadn't noticed. (He pretty much always has the sound turned off on his phone. It vibrates, but he can't generally feel that even when the phone is actually in his pocket.) My phone had turned itself off, something it does about once a month. It's not often enough for me to decide to replace it, but it is inconvenient when it happens because it can take me hours to notice. I just don't use my phone much.
At any rate, Cordelia's having back pain of some sort and didn't want to talk to her grandparents about it. She says it 'hurts when she stands up.' This was in a follow up text after Scott texted her back (he tried calling, but she didn't answer). We're not clear whether it hurts while she's standing up or as she stands from sitting. Both are a bit worrying when we can't do anything and when, even once she's home, we can't take her to the doctor until Monday at the earliest. Scott did tell her to talk to her grandmother if it was still a problem in the morning. Unfortunately, she still hasn't learned how to swallow pills, and I very much doubt that Scott's parents have anything chewable or liquid sitting around, so painkillers are likely out of the question. (We have got to figure out how to teach her to swallow pills. She's adult size and weight now.)
I am still trying to figure out what on earth I did to get tendinitis in my shoulder. If it had happened in March, when I was using the walker, I wouldn't have been surprised, but I doubt that would be the cause three months later. I wonder if it's partly because, since injuring my foot and ankle, I haven't been getting the exercise I'm used to. I'm recovered enough now that I should go back to at least Sit and Be Fit, but I keep forgetting and procrastinating because doing the program would require stopping whatever else I'm doing, getting all the laundry out of the living room (something we haven't done since March), and otherwise clearing space at a specific time. The show is on every weekday at 2:30. It's also, somehow, harder to do it while Cordelia's at home. I don't know why.
I am a little worried that I'm out of the loop in terms of knowing what's going on with my father's family. My sister said something about not wanting to worry Grandma when two of her kids are dying. I knew my aunt was, but I didn't know anyone else was. I don't think it's my father (I really hope he'd tell me, but goodness knows that communication on that side of the family is dreadful. It's almost worse than on my mother's side), so it's likely my uncle, the one my grandmother now lives with, the youngest of her three children and the only one who's financially sensible.
Grandma put her money into a trust a while back, and my father and uncle are the other two people who are authorized to make decisions about the money. Having my father do that is a terrible, terrible idea, and I'd been counting on his brother to keep him from doing anything stupid with the money. I suppose it's not as big a deal as it was-- The main purpose for conserving the money was to support my aunt who has brain damage from an illness about twenty years ago, and Grandma's likely to outlive her daughter at this point. As long as my uncle's wife and sixteen year old daughter are okay (and the other two kids, both in their 30s, would definitely step up if needed), I don't think it matters so much about the money once my aunt, uncle and grandmother are gone. The rest of us grandkids are doing pretty well on our own.
