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Feb. 13th, 2016 11:13 amScott and I are trying to figure out what we can do for Valentine’s Day given that I really can’t go out in public comfortably. Getting carry out doesn’t really feel very special at this point, and we’re extremely limited in options for that because Cordelia will be around. I don’t know that we’d go out without her if we did go out, but she’s old enough that’s we could if she was willing (I suspect that she wouldn’t be because we haven’t really left her behind to go out to dinner much. I think we’ve done it three or four times since she was born. We’ve eaten out while she was at parties and such, but that’s different).
Scott is doing the grocery shopping right now. The list was not as complete as I’d have liked because I couldn’t get Cordelia to give me ideas of what she’d like to eat while she’s on vacation all of next week. I tried to get her to sit down with me to look at a couple of soup websites to see if anything appealed, but she wasn’t willing. She also says that she won’t eat the things I usually have for lunch. Pretty much, she’ll tell me what she won’t eat. She just has no ideas for what she will. I really don’t want her eating ramen all week.
Cordelia’s almost an hour into the service for her friend’s Bat Mitzvah. I’m not sure how long all of that will take, but she took her cell phone with her. I hope it occurred to her to turn the dratted thing off. She doesn’t get phone calls, but it buzzes when she gets Google+ notifications. I think the buzz might be because she’s got it set on vibrate but leaves it on the hardwood floor, but I’m not certain.
Oh, and now Cordelia tells me that she is changing her bras. She’s just not bothering to wash them ever because it’s too much trouble and they don’t smell bad or look dirty. That makes the shopping trip less urgent, but how on earth do I get her to wash the dratted things? I don’t want to step in and do it for her. Or should I? She’s got all of her bras hanging in the bathroom rather than put away in her room. The reason I thought she wasn’t changing bras was that the ones in the bathroom never seem to change position.
This compression pad itches like crazy, even with a layer of cloth between me and it. Maybe it’s that I’m not used to having something pressed up against me like that rather than so much the texture of the pad? I’m not sure what to do about that if it’s the case. The pad does help the lymphedema quite a lot. I just wish it wasn’t so unpleasant to wear it.
I’m debating whether I want to have Books By Chance donate or recycle the things they don’t want (they choose which to do) or want them to return those items to me. I don’t actually have a use for them, but it would mean I could donate them to wherever I choose. Books By Chance doesn’t specify where they donate books— or allow me to express a preference— and there are a lot of local possibilities. My preference is either the Friends of the Library or the PTO Thrift Shop, but… I’m not sure that it’s worth my time.
Anyone likely to be online for the rest of today? I want to do some writing, and I’m more likely to do it if I’m talking to someone who’s willing to prod me occasionally by asking what I’m doing right then. Without a little prodding, I’m probably likely to do more book weeding and to see if I can get Scott to do some.
Scott is doing the grocery shopping right now. The list was not as complete as I’d have liked because I couldn’t get Cordelia to give me ideas of what she’d like to eat while she’s on vacation all of next week. I tried to get her to sit down with me to look at a couple of soup websites to see if anything appealed, but she wasn’t willing. She also says that she won’t eat the things I usually have for lunch. Pretty much, she’ll tell me what she won’t eat. She just has no ideas for what she will. I really don’t want her eating ramen all week.
Cordelia’s almost an hour into the service for her friend’s Bat Mitzvah. I’m not sure how long all of that will take, but she took her cell phone with her. I hope it occurred to her to turn the dratted thing off. She doesn’t get phone calls, but it buzzes when she gets Google+ notifications. I think the buzz might be because she’s got it set on vibrate but leaves it on the hardwood floor, but I’m not certain.
Oh, and now Cordelia tells me that she is changing her bras. She’s just not bothering to wash them ever because it’s too much trouble and they don’t smell bad or look dirty. That makes the shopping trip less urgent, but how on earth do I get her to wash the dratted things? I don’t want to step in and do it for her. Or should I? She’s got all of her bras hanging in the bathroom rather than put away in her room. The reason I thought she wasn’t changing bras was that the ones in the bathroom never seem to change position.
This compression pad itches like crazy, even with a layer of cloth between me and it. Maybe it’s that I’m not used to having something pressed up against me like that rather than so much the texture of the pad? I’m not sure what to do about that if it’s the case. The pad does help the lymphedema quite a lot. I just wish it wasn’t so unpleasant to wear it.
I’m debating whether I want to have Books By Chance donate or recycle the things they don’t want (they choose which to do) or want them to return those items to me. I don’t actually have a use for them, but it would mean I could donate them to wherever I choose. Books By Chance doesn’t specify where they donate books— or allow me to express a preference— and there are a lot of local possibilities. My preference is either the Friends of the Library or the PTO Thrift Shop, but… I’m not sure that it’s worth my time.
Anyone likely to be online for the rest of today? I want to do some writing, and I’m more likely to do it if I’m talking to someone who’s willing to prod me occasionally by asking what I’m doing right then. Without a little prodding, I’m probably likely to do more book weeding and to see if I can get Scott to do some.
