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May. 17th, 2016 01:27 pmCordelia was born thirteen years ago today. I’m not sure what to say about that without sounding trite or silly. Scott and I are both very happy and very lucky to have her. I don’t know what we’ll be doing for her birthday tonight. The tradition is to go out for dinner somewhere that she picks, so we’ll probably do that. She asked for a pie instead of a cake, specifically a peach pie (her other pick was cherry, but she had that Friday, so she wants peach now). We bought her a book on Sunday, and we’ve got two more books that I need to wrap this afternoon and three more that are supposed to arrive at the bookstore this afternoon some time. I don’t know what we’ll do about wrapping them.
Our cleaning lady came by to drop off a present for Cordelia. It’s in a gift bag, so I could see what’s there. It appears to be all perfumes, so I desperately hope that either Cordelia doesn’t like them or I turn out not to be allergic to them.
My step-father is in China right now for his job. He’s a tenured professor of social work at LSU, and there’s a university in China that is trying to set up a program that will train people to help survivors of disasters. They’re particularly interested in working with LSU because of Katrina. I think that part of the idea is to have students from each institution spend time at the other.
My step-father has emailed a bunch of photographs from his trip. He hasn’t said much but that he’s astonished by how young the people are who he’s working with. It kind of underlines how this is a new field in China. He also commented that he hadn’t thought through the fact that his speech needing to be translated would make the whole thing take longer.
I’m not sure how much notice he had that he’d be going. My mother only mentioned it when she visited last month, but given how much she and my step-father tell us about what’s going on, he might have known for over a year. I think it was less time, though, because he was scrambling a little to try to learn a few basic words in Mandarin so that he could ask for directions the the bathroom if he needed to.
I think that the noise I’m hearing is only in the living room and is most audible right where I normally sit. I’m not absolutely sure, though, because it’s so quiet that the sound of my footsteps drowns it out. Of course, I would realize this after emailing my doctors… It seems rather too quiet to be my laptop, but I’m not sure what else I would hear mainly at my normal seat and not elsewhere. Maybe I should try moving the laptop into the dining room and seeing if I hear the noise. I don’t normally move my laptop elsewhere unless there’s a lot going on elsewhere in the house, enough noise to drown out the tiny sound.
Of course, that still leaves the question of me suddenly being cold all the time and of my digestive issues.
I kind of want to bake a cake now, but that would be ridiculous when Scott’s bringing home pie tonight. I think it may be that I’m wanting to bake cake because there’s a distinct lack of other options for foods that won’t give me difficulties later. I think ramen noodles are about it because Scott insists on buying the most challenging kinds of bread. I know that whole grain stuff is better under most circumstances, but not right now not for me. I’m not even sure I should go for the amount of fruit in a slice of pie. Then again, the vegetarian meal at Blue Nile on Sunday night did not result in more trouble on Monday morning. I don’t know.
Our cleaning lady came by to drop off a present for Cordelia. It’s in a gift bag, so I could see what’s there. It appears to be all perfumes, so I desperately hope that either Cordelia doesn’t like them or I turn out not to be allergic to them.
My step-father is in China right now for his job. He’s a tenured professor of social work at LSU, and there’s a university in China that is trying to set up a program that will train people to help survivors of disasters. They’re particularly interested in working with LSU because of Katrina. I think that part of the idea is to have students from each institution spend time at the other.
My step-father has emailed a bunch of photographs from his trip. He hasn’t said much but that he’s astonished by how young the people are who he’s working with. It kind of underlines how this is a new field in China. He also commented that he hadn’t thought through the fact that his speech needing to be translated would make the whole thing take longer.
I’m not sure how much notice he had that he’d be going. My mother only mentioned it when she visited last month, but given how much she and my step-father tell us about what’s going on, he might have known for over a year. I think it was less time, though, because he was scrambling a little to try to learn a few basic words in Mandarin so that he could ask for directions the the bathroom if he needed to.
I think that the noise I’m hearing is only in the living room and is most audible right where I normally sit. I’m not absolutely sure, though, because it’s so quiet that the sound of my footsteps drowns it out. Of course, I would realize this after emailing my doctors… It seems rather too quiet to be my laptop, but I’m not sure what else I would hear mainly at my normal seat and not elsewhere. Maybe I should try moving the laptop into the dining room and seeing if I hear the noise. I don’t normally move my laptop elsewhere unless there’s a lot going on elsewhere in the house, enough noise to drown out the tiny sound.
Of course, that still leaves the question of me suddenly being cold all the time and of my digestive issues.
I kind of want to bake a cake now, but that would be ridiculous when Scott’s bringing home pie tonight. I think it may be that I’m wanting to bake cake because there’s a distinct lack of other options for foods that won’t give me difficulties later. I think ramen noodles are about it because Scott insists on buying the most challenging kinds of bread. I know that whole grain stuff is better under most circumstances, but not right now not for me. I’m not even sure I should go for the amount of fruit in a slice of pie. Then again, the vegetarian meal at Blue Nile on Sunday night did not result in more trouble on Monday morning. I don’t know.
