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Dec. 18th, 2015 11:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckCordelia actually forgot her lunch today. I’m surprised. I took it over there for her around 10:00 after she emailed me to tell me she needed it.
I’m a little surprised. The folks in the office recognized me as Cordelia’s mother. Including today, I’ve only been in about four times this year, and most of the times I went to the school last year weren’t in any way connected with Cordelia. I haven’t been in as a volunteer since early March. There are about 600 kids in the school, so there are a lot of kids to remember.
Scott’s sister’s sister-in-law lives here in town, and I asked her to take me to the Rite Aid yesterday so that I could get more Domeboro packets. I didn’t want Scott to have to go out. Of course, as we pulled up, coming back, Scott and Cordelia were pulling out of the driveway on an expedition to try to find a particular cable that Scott needs in order to get information from his old, dying laptop to his new (used) laptop. He needs a USB to USB but only has ethernet to USB. At any rate, seeing Scott go out when I had told this woman that I wanted to spare him needing to… Um. Yeah. Kind of awkward. I understand his urgency, but… I wish he’d waited to go until after I was home and she’d left.
I’ve made sure that Scott’s sister knows when my colonoscopy is. Scott’s birthday is at the end of February, and our nephew’s is at the beginning of March, so we usually do a family celebration for them together. Sometimes, it’s before Scott’s birthday. Other times, it’s after our nephew’s birthday. Most years, it’s the weekend between. Things will be more difficult this year because our nephew is working weekends, and I wanted my SIL to know that it would be much, much better not to schedule a family gathering for March 6th (when I won’t be able to eat and would really rather not leave the house).
The webpage for the youth theater group doing the play Cordelia and her friend want to go to tonight is really terrible. It’s obviously something that a volunteer who didn’t know much about web design put together in under an hour. There’s no contact information except for an email for the webmaster (who, judging by the site, probably doesn’t check that address very often. I emailed, but I’m not holding my breath). There is a phone number, but it’s for the webhosting company not the theatrical group. Most of what’s there is photographs from practices and past productions.
It’s technically possible to buy tickets online, using PayPal, but it’s not possible to buy tickets for a particular performance or to buy more than one ticket per transaction. There’s no shopping cart, just a button that goes directly to PayPal which won’t allow adjusting quantities or anything useful. The only transaction confirmations I’ve got came from PayPal. I can’t figure out if the girls actually have tickets they can, you know, use tonight. Cordelia will be taking both the PayPal receipts and enough cash to buy tickets, and Scott won’t leave until he’s sure the girls are going to be able to get in.
I called the family of some kids we know who did work with that company in the past, but the mother couldn’t help me. She’d never actually used the website to buy tickets and didn’t know anyone who had. She also didn’t have any contact information for the group. The performance is at a theater affiliated with the university, but the theater website doesn’t acknowledge that this company will be using the stage. This weekend is just entirely blank on their calendar. (Cordelia knows a girl who’s in the production, and we have a flyer for it, so we know it’s actually at that theater. Also, several local websites that post upcoming events have listings for the play. It’s just that nobody has useful information on buying tickets, plenty on ticket price but nothing on how to buy them.)
I’m way behind in recording my opinions of the teas I’ve been sampling (it’s been months since I wrote anything down), and I can’t remember now which ones I liked and which ones I didn’t. This is annoying as the only thing to do is to try things again which will involve drinking some things that I don’t like (I’m not generally willing to make tea and then dump it even if I don’t like it, not unless it’s really, really bad).
I really wish I had the option of renewing my interlibrary loan book a second time. I’ve gotten about forty pages in, and I’m having fun. Not finishing won’t be heartbreaking because everything’s anecdotes in no particular order (the author says it’s not an autobiography, but I’m at a loss for what else to call it).
Cordelia announced last night that she wants coloring books. Naturally, she’s no longer interested in the kind that she’d previously said she preferred (things with actual pictures) and so doesn’t want the ones I’ll be getting from a kickstarter I backed entirely to get those for her. Instead, she wants stuff with abstract patterns, preferably on paper heavy enough that she can color with markers (oh, and she needs new markers, too). I’m trying to talk her into pencils because they’re so much more flexible in terms of what one can do with them, but I’m not going to force that on her just because I liked them better. I might give her some to try while still getting her markers.
Unfortunately, I can’t color any more. I used to when I was in college. I found some really nice coloring books, one of fantasy creatures, one of dolls, and one of art nouveau stuff. I bought Prismacolor pencils one or two at a time, as I could afford them, at the campus book/supply store. Then I took Prozac and ended up with just enough of a permanent tremor that I can’t control a pencil or other utensil well enough to be happy with the results when I try to color. I kept my colored pencils for about three years after I stopped using them then put them up as a lot at a yard sale that Scott’s parents held. I don’t know if they actually sold. I hope they did. Prismacolors are high quality pencils, and I had about sixty different colors.
I don’t know if we’ll have extra kids at all during break. Their mother teaches at the university, so she’s not necessarily going to be working. She said she needed to find out her exact schedule and get back to me.
Cordelia came home with a school i.d. yesterday. I’m very relieved because it means that I don’t have to talk to the principal again. I’ve been putting that off since the second week in November and just haven’t been able to face it.
I ordered a new, large mug for tea and coffee. It’s very pretty, and I love that about it, but it weighs about twice as much as my old metal one. The main reason to switch is that the metallic veneer on the handle of my old mug is peeling. That’s uncomfortable, and I worry that I’ll actually end up cutting myself. It’s hard to switch over— My wrists do not like the new mug at all. At least the new one is microwavable. That’s something.
I’m a little surprised. The folks in the office recognized me as Cordelia’s mother. Including today, I’ve only been in about four times this year, and most of the times I went to the school last year weren’t in any way connected with Cordelia. I haven’t been in as a volunteer since early March. There are about 600 kids in the school, so there are a lot of kids to remember.
Scott’s sister’s sister-in-law lives here in town, and I asked her to take me to the Rite Aid yesterday so that I could get more Domeboro packets. I didn’t want Scott to have to go out. Of course, as we pulled up, coming back, Scott and Cordelia were pulling out of the driveway on an expedition to try to find a particular cable that Scott needs in order to get information from his old, dying laptop to his new (used) laptop. He needs a USB to USB but only has ethernet to USB. At any rate, seeing Scott go out when I had told this woman that I wanted to spare him needing to… Um. Yeah. Kind of awkward. I understand his urgency, but… I wish he’d waited to go until after I was home and she’d left.
I’ve made sure that Scott’s sister knows when my colonoscopy is. Scott’s birthday is at the end of February, and our nephew’s is at the beginning of March, so we usually do a family celebration for them together. Sometimes, it’s before Scott’s birthday. Other times, it’s after our nephew’s birthday. Most years, it’s the weekend between. Things will be more difficult this year because our nephew is working weekends, and I wanted my SIL to know that it would be much, much better not to schedule a family gathering for March 6th (when I won’t be able to eat and would really rather not leave the house).
The webpage for the youth theater group doing the play Cordelia and her friend want to go to tonight is really terrible. It’s obviously something that a volunteer who didn’t know much about web design put together in under an hour. There’s no contact information except for an email for the webmaster (who, judging by the site, probably doesn’t check that address very often. I emailed, but I’m not holding my breath). There is a phone number, but it’s for the webhosting company not the theatrical group. Most of what’s there is photographs from practices and past productions.
It’s technically possible to buy tickets online, using PayPal, but it’s not possible to buy tickets for a particular performance or to buy more than one ticket per transaction. There’s no shopping cart, just a button that goes directly to PayPal which won’t allow adjusting quantities or anything useful. The only transaction confirmations I’ve got came from PayPal. I can’t figure out if the girls actually have tickets they can, you know, use tonight. Cordelia will be taking both the PayPal receipts and enough cash to buy tickets, and Scott won’t leave until he’s sure the girls are going to be able to get in.
I called the family of some kids we know who did work with that company in the past, but the mother couldn’t help me. She’d never actually used the website to buy tickets and didn’t know anyone who had. She also didn’t have any contact information for the group. The performance is at a theater affiliated with the university, but the theater website doesn’t acknowledge that this company will be using the stage. This weekend is just entirely blank on their calendar. (Cordelia knows a girl who’s in the production, and we have a flyer for it, so we know it’s actually at that theater. Also, several local websites that post upcoming events have listings for the play. It’s just that nobody has useful information on buying tickets, plenty on ticket price but nothing on how to buy them.)
I’m way behind in recording my opinions of the teas I’ve been sampling (it’s been months since I wrote anything down), and I can’t remember now which ones I liked and which ones I didn’t. This is annoying as the only thing to do is to try things again which will involve drinking some things that I don’t like (I’m not generally willing to make tea and then dump it even if I don’t like it, not unless it’s really, really bad).
I really wish I had the option of renewing my interlibrary loan book a second time. I’ve gotten about forty pages in, and I’m having fun. Not finishing won’t be heartbreaking because everything’s anecdotes in no particular order (the author says it’s not an autobiography, but I’m at a loss for what else to call it).
Cordelia announced last night that she wants coloring books. Naturally, she’s no longer interested in the kind that she’d previously said she preferred (things with actual pictures) and so doesn’t want the ones I’ll be getting from a kickstarter I backed entirely to get those for her. Instead, she wants stuff with abstract patterns, preferably on paper heavy enough that she can color with markers (oh, and she needs new markers, too). I’m trying to talk her into pencils because they’re so much more flexible in terms of what one can do with them, but I’m not going to force that on her just because I liked them better. I might give her some to try while still getting her markers.
Unfortunately, I can’t color any more. I used to when I was in college. I found some really nice coloring books, one of fantasy creatures, one of dolls, and one of art nouveau stuff. I bought Prismacolor pencils one or two at a time, as I could afford them, at the campus book/supply store. Then I took Prozac and ended up with just enough of a permanent tremor that I can’t control a pencil or other utensil well enough to be happy with the results when I try to color. I kept my colored pencils for about three years after I stopped using them then put them up as a lot at a yard sale that Scott’s parents held. I don’t know if they actually sold. I hope they did. Prismacolors are high quality pencils, and I had about sixty different colors.
I don’t know if we’ll have extra kids at all during break. Their mother teaches at the university, so she’s not necessarily going to be working. She said she needed to find out her exact schedule and get back to me.
Cordelia came home with a school i.d. yesterday. I’m very relieved because it means that I don’t have to talk to the principal again. I’ve been putting that off since the second week in November and just haven’t been able to face it.
I ordered a new, large mug for tea and coffee. It’s very pretty, and I love that about it, but it weighs about twice as much as my old metal one. The main reason to switch is that the metallic veneer on the handle of my old mug is peeling. That’s uncomfortable, and I worry that I’ll actually end up cutting myself. It’s hard to switch over— My wrists do not like the new mug at all. At least the new one is microwavable. That’s something.
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Date: 2015-12-19 05:18 pm (UTC)I'm mostly resigned, but, once in a while, I wish I could do it.
I guess we both get to look at the new coloring books and imagine what we'd do with them.