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Dec. 7th, 2015 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWe had to return a library book yesterday that Scott was in the middle of even though there was a copy sitting on the shelf. Basically, if there’s a hold on a title, one can’t renew even if there are available copies to fill that hold. Scott put off taking the book back until about 5:30 in the hope that the staff would pull the other copy to fill the hold and thus make it possible for us to renew. I placed a new hold on the title once our copy was checked in, and we should get the dratted thing back on Sunday, but it’s annoying.
Last night, Scott cooked the chicken that’s supposed to feed the three of us dinners all week, but he didn’t think at all and put bacon in with the chicken. I didn’t find out about that until after the stuff was done, so I couldn’t point out to him what a bad idea this was. I mean, I’m sure it tastes great. I just can’t eat it for dinner. It’s probably safe for lunch but not for dinner. Unfortunately, it’s not a matter of just switching and eating my normal lunch for dinner because my normal lunch foods aren’t necessarily safe at dinner time, reflux wise, any more than bacon is. I’m really not sure there’s any solution short of having Scott stop at the store on his way home today to buy something I can eat.
Well, we have some stuff I can eat that will hold me for a day or two.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evalerie brought a lentil, kale, and potato dish on Friday that I like quite a bit but haven’t been able to persuade Scott or Cordelia to try. I think I can get two more servings out of that. Scott’s sister gave us some chicken noodle soup, but I’m not sure I can bring myself to eat that as I’m pretty iffy on chicken noodle soup.
Though some of rejecting the soup last night was a general feeling of resentment that Scott and Cordelia got to eat something that smelled so very, very good while I was stuck with something I don’t much like. I fail to see why I should have to eat something mediocre just because Scott couldn’t be bothered to think. I had had the lentil dish for lunch, so I didn’t consider it an option for dinner.
I was awakened this morning by a robocall telling me that I’d won a cruise to the Bahamas. For some reason, I didn’t stay on the line to hear anything else.
I’ve loaded and run the dishwasher and washed and dried a load of laundry so far today. I feel accomplished. Now, I just have to strip the bed so that we have no choice but to put clean sheets on it before bed. My main hesitation in that (apart from it being exhausting) is that I might want to lie down for a nap later. I don’t think I’ll want to do that on a bare mattress pad. I can’t put the fitted sheet on solo even under the best circumstances, so right now, it’s definitely out of my ability.
I’m trying to decide whether or not it’s worth trying to get someone to drive me to my appointment on Thursday. I’m definitely not ready to take the bus, but I’m not sure that it’s worth troubling anyone about as opposed to taking a cab. It’s just a check up to see that I’m healing properly, and it shouldn’t be at all stressful (apart from the way that leaving the house is always stressful).
I talked to my mother yesterday, but I haven’t talked to my sister since early last week. I should call her, but I know how busy she is in December even in a normal year, so I hesitate.
Scott is feeling frustrated with Cordelia because she’s not at all excited about Christmas. She hasn’t bothered to open a single door on her Advent calendar, not even to get the chocolate. She also says she doesn’t really think we need a tree, that she doesn’t care if we don’t put it up, and that she’s not interested in Christmas cookies (I think that’s more because we might expect her to help make them than that she’s not into cookies). I’m not sure what’s going on with this— Is it adolescent something or another? Is it something else? It mainly seems to be that she sees this stuff as interfering with her time for reading, chatting with her friends, and playing Minecraft online with her friends.
Cordelia made her own lunch last night. She tried very hard to be too helpless to manage it, but we made her do most of the work. Her hesitation to use a knife to cut the cucumber or the pepper or the apple got more sympathy from Scott than it would have from me. She can cut bread. I’m pretty sure she can learn to cut other things and that it’s not so much that she’s terrified of knives (which is the interpretation Scott’s taking) as that she’s never done it before. I think Scott got her to do a little cutting, but he ended up doing quite a bit of that.
It’s been long enough since she last had a sandwich that she’s not sure how she likes them except that she’s quite sure that her father bought the wrong kind of cheese. He got cheddar, and she wanted colby-jack. I don’t know if she put anything on the sandwich besides turkey. I think she may want hummus or margarine later on because home made bread gets pretty dry as the week goes on, and it is our intention to use home made bread as much as possible in the next few months.
Last night, Scott cooked the chicken that’s supposed to feed the three of us dinners all week, but he didn’t think at all and put bacon in with the chicken. I didn’t find out about that until after the stuff was done, so I couldn’t point out to him what a bad idea this was. I mean, I’m sure it tastes great. I just can’t eat it for dinner. It’s probably safe for lunch but not for dinner. Unfortunately, it’s not a matter of just switching and eating my normal lunch for dinner because my normal lunch foods aren’t necessarily safe at dinner time, reflux wise, any more than bacon is. I’m really not sure there’s any solution short of having Scott stop at the store on his way home today to buy something I can eat.
Well, we have some stuff I can eat that will hold me for a day or two.
evalerie brought a lentil, kale, and potato dish on Friday that I like quite a bit but haven’t been able to persuade Scott or Cordelia to try. I think I can get two more servings out of that. Scott’s sister gave us some chicken noodle soup, but I’m not sure I can bring myself to eat that as I’m pretty iffy on chicken noodle soup. Though some of rejecting the soup last night was a general feeling of resentment that Scott and Cordelia got to eat something that smelled so very, very good while I was stuck with something I don’t much like. I fail to see why I should have to eat something mediocre just because Scott couldn’t be bothered to think. I had had the lentil dish for lunch, so I didn’t consider it an option for dinner.
I was awakened this morning by a robocall telling me that I’d won a cruise to the Bahamas. For some reason, I didn’t stay on the line to hear anything else.
I’ve loaded and run the dishwasher and washed and dried a load of laundry so far today. I feel accomplished. Now, I just have to strip the bed so that we have no choice but to put clean sheets on it before bed. My main hesitation in that (apart from it being exhausting) is that I might want to lie down for a nap later. I don’t think I’ll want to do that on a bare mattress pad. I can’t put the fitted sheet on solo even under the best circumstances, so right now, it’s definitely out of my ability.
I’m trying to decide whether or not it’s worth trying to get someone to drive me to my appointment on Thursday. I’m definitely not ready to take the bus, but I’m not sure that it’s worth troubling anyone about as opposed to taking a cab. It’s just a check up to see that I’m healing properly, and it shouldn’t be at all stressful (apart from the way that leaving the house is always stressful).
I talked to my mother yesterday, but I haven’t talked to my sister since early last week. I should call her, but I know how busy she is in December even in a normal year, so I hesitate.
Scott is feeling frustrated with Cordelia because she’s not at all excited about Christmas. She hasn’t bothered to open a single door on her Advent calendar, not even to get the chocolate. She also says she doesn’t really think we need a tree, that she doesn’t care if we don’t put it up, and that she’s not interested in Christmas cookies (I think that’s more because we might expect her to help make them than that she’s not into cookies). I’m not sure what’s going on with this— Is it adolescent something or another? Is it something else? It mainly seems to be that she sees this stuff as interfering with her time for reading, chatting with her friends, and playing Minecraft online with her friends.
Cordelia made her own lunch last night. She tried very hard to be too helpless to manage it, but we made her do most of the work. Her hesitation to use a knife to cut the cucumber or the pepper or the apple got more sympathy from Scott than it would have from me. She can cut bread. I’m pretty sure she can learn to cut other things and that it’s not so much that she’s terrified of knives (which is the interpretation Scott’s taking) as that she’s never done it before. I think Scott got her to do a little cutting, but he ended up doing quite a bit of that.
It’s been long enough since she last had a sandwich that she’s not sure how she likes them except that she’s quite sure that her father bought the wrong kind of cheese. He got cheddar, and she wanted colby-jack. I don’t know if she put anything on the sandwich besides turkey. I think she may want hummus or margarine later on because home made bread gets pretty dry as the week goes on, and it is our intention to use home made bread as much as possible in the next few months.
