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the_rckMy ankle is still hurting a lot. I can put weight on it without too much trouble, fortunately, but any time I move the joint much, it hurts, and that was a big issue when I was trying to sleep last night because I find it almost impossible to keep my foot at ninety degrees to my leg when I'm lying down. It was easier if I lay on my left side, but that's the bad shoulder and didn't handle the pressure very well. So, overall, last night was not the best sleep I've ever gotten. The ankle is hurting the way it was back in April. I would normally shower today, but I'm not sure I want to spend that long on my feet without the brace on.
My remixee hasn't commented yet. They also haven't accepted the link to my remix as a related work, so I'm assuming that they simply haven't gotten around to it yet. I do need to change the posting date on the story now that it's actually visible because the fandom is active enough that it would be several screens back. I've never changed the date on a fic before, but I'm assuming it's not likely to be too difficult.
Yesterday, we had lunch at Pizza House, mostly because it was close to Bubble Island and the parking structure. We all had sandwiches. I got a half sandwich because I wasn't hugely hungry, but then I ended up eating about a third of Cordelia's burger. I also had a milkshake, at least partly for nostalgia's sake. I lived a block away from Pizza House for three years as an undergraduate. At that point, Pizza House was a hole in the wall place that mostly did carry out/delivery, but they did wonderful malts and milkshakes with about thirty different flavors available. I seem to recall really liking, of all things, root beer malts.
Dinner was leftover Chinese food for Scott and Cordelia. Scott almost gave up on heating it up, but I pointed out that the stovetop would work perfectly well. It would just take a bit longer and require more supervision than the microwave. How does he think people reheated leftovers when we were children? I had a spinach and feta pie that I'd picked up while we were grocery shopping on Saturday. It was only so-so, but I wanted to try it because I really like certain types of spinach pies (mostly the ones I used to be able to get at Olga's). I was hoping to find something I could buy occasionally as a treat, but this really wasn't good enough for that.
Scott showed Cordelia how to turn the generator off and on. I think he also explained how to refuel it even if he didn't demonstrate. Chances are, if we lose power again, that it will be while Scott's at work, so Cordelia knowing how to use the generator will be helpful.
I am trying to figure out how to get Cordelia to wash her bras. She insists that it isn't necessary to wash them at all, ever, and I definitely disagree. I understand that hand washing them is a PITA, but I don't have a better approach to suggest. Her current bras are pretty inexpensive, as bras go; I think they were about $12 each. I just don't want to let her get in the habit of running her bras through the laundry with her other clothes and also don't want her running around in bras that haven't been washed for months. She'd almost certainly let me wash them, but she's twelve and ought to do it herself.
I need to spend enough time on my feet to load and run the dishwasher. We had to wash dishes by hand last night in order to have dinner. (The original plan, upset by the power going out, was to run the dishwasher Saturday night, so that we'd have clean dishes for Sunday.) I also need to deal with enough of the clean laundry that Cordelia has empty baskets in which to take the dirty stuff down to the basement. She's probably up by now, so I should get her to wash her own laundry.
And now to call my psychiatrist. I know I have an appointment some time in July, but I lost the slip on which the date was written, so I don't know when. I need to get that into my calendar and make sure it's not scheduled for the week we'll be away and that it doesn't conflict with the other appointments we have next month.
My remixee hasn't commented yet. They also haven't accepted the link to my remix as a related work, so I'm assuming that they simply haven't gotten around to it yet. I do need to change the posting date on the story now that it's actually visible because the fandom is active enough that it would be several screens back. I've never changed the date on a fic before, but I'm assuming it's not likely to be too difficult.
Yesterday, we had lunch at Pizza House, mostly because it was close to Bubble Island and the parking structure. We all had sandwiches. I got a half sandwich because I wasn't hugely hungry, but then I ended up eating about a third of Cordelia's burger. I also had a milkshake, at least partly for nostalgia's sake. I lived a block away from Pizza House for three years as an undergraduate. At that point, Pizza House was a hole in the wall place that mostly did carry out/delivery, but they did wonderful malts and milkshakes with about thirty different flavors available. I seem to recall really liking, of all things, root beer malts.
Dinner was leftover Chinese food for Scott and Cordelia. Scott almost gave up on heating it up, but I pointed out that the stovetop would work perfectly well. It would just take a bit longer and require more supervision than the microwave. How does he think people reheated leftovers when we were children? I had a spinach and feta pie that I'd picked up while we were grocery shopping on Saturday. It was only so-so, but I wanted to try it because I really like certain types of spinach pies (mostly the ones I used to be able to get at Olga's). I was hoping to find something I could buy occasionally as a treat, but this really wasn't good enough for that.
Scott showed Cordelia how to turn the generator off and on. I think he also explained how to refuel it even if he didn't demonstrate. Chances are, if we lose power again, that it will be while Scott's at work, so Cordelia knowing how to use the generator will be helpful.
I am trying to figure out how to get Cordelia to wash her bras. She insists that it isn't necessary to wash them at all, ever, and I definitely disagree. I understand that hand washing them is a PITA, but I don't have a better approach to suggest. Her current bras are pretty inexpensive, as bras go; I think they were about $12 each. I just don't want to let her get in the habit of running her bras through the laundry with her other clothes and also don't want her running around in bras that haven't been washed for months. She'd almost certainly let me wash them, but she's twelve and ought to do it herself.
I need to spend enough time on my feet to load and run the dishwasher. We had to wash dishes by hand last night in order to have dinner. (The original plan, upset by the power going out, was to run the dishwasher Saturday night, so that we'd have clean dishes for Sunday.) I also need to deal with enough of the clean laundry that Cordelia has empty baskets in which to take the dirty stuff down to the basement. She's probably up by now, so I should get her to wash her own laundry.
And now to call my psychiatrist. I know I have an appointment some time in July, but I lost the slip on which the date was written, so I don't know when. I need to get that into my calendar and make sure it's not scheduled for the week we'll be away and that it doesn't conflict with the other appointments we have next month.
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Date: 2015-06-29 04:57 pm (UTC)It's not that bad to wash bras in the washing machine, so long as you use cold water, hook them before washing, and put them in one of those little mesh bags. (It is really important to hang them to dry instead of putting them in the dryer, though. The "gentle" setting on the dryer isn't THAT gentle.) Hand-washing matters a lot more if you have structured bras, or if you need for them to last a long time. But that's not really a problem for a girl wearing $12 bras she's likely to outgrow before they wear out.
The habit of washing her clothes is probably more important than the specific habit of hand-washing bras. By the time she's fully independent, she may well have a front-loading washer with an extra gentle cycle that doesn't hurt bras.
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Date: 2015-06-29 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-06-29 11:41 pm (UTC)I'll talk to Cordelia about washing her bras the way you suggest. We'll have to get Scott to pick up a mesh bag, but I sure we can do that next weekend.
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Date: 2015-06-30 07:11 pm (UTC)I also put the hosiery in there (not in the lingerie bag with the bras), but that might be a step too far. I just wear stockings too much, I guess, with my dressier outfits. They end up almost knotted sometimes, so I can't recommend it for other people's use unless you have two lingerie bags. ;)