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the_rckThe dental appointment yesterday went well. I have a worn spot on one of my fillings that my dentist wants to 'keep an eye on.' There’s nothing exposed and no associated decay, so redoing the filling would be an over-reaction.
The cab ride home was a little longer than it should have been (Ann Arbor cabs don’t charge by time but rather by an estimate of the mileage along the most likely route. It’s up to the driver whether or not to use that route) because the company’s computers were completely down. The driver didn’t seem to be new to the area, but he got confused and mistook Fuller Road for Plymouth Road when he was coming around the hospital. He said that wouldn’t have happened if the computers were working.
He also had to call in my credit card number to the main office because he had no other way to let me pay with a credit card. I offered a check, but he said they don’t take checks and haven’t in the time he’s worked as a cabbie. It’s cash or credit card. I’d have paid cash, but I only had $5, and the bill was higher. The cabbie actually didn’t know how much he should be charging me, either. I was about 85% sure that I paid $12 (plus tip) for the trip to the dentist, so he thought that was reasonable for the trip back. I tipped $2, so he’ll have at least that much cushion if I was low because I’m sure I wasn’t off by more than that. And I’m pretty sure I wasn’t off at all.
Cordelia’s had tests pretty much every day this week. She’s also been having trouble sleeping and has complained that her tummy hurts (low down, so not stomach nausea) several nights around bedtime. She’s always feeling better in the morning, apart from being very tired. I actually suggested a cup of coffee this morning when she told me she was really, really tired. She doesn’t seem to have taken that suggestion because there’s no dirty mug anywhere to be found. At any rate, I suspect test anxiety which makes me sad. She’s not previously had trouble that way, and academic life is ever so much easier without it.
I just put in an interlibrary loan request after the local library informed me that the book I’d put a hold on is no longer available. I wanted to try the author in question, Charles Williams, and would have taken a different book, but the library doesn’t have any others. Looking at the MELCAT listings, I had to go down more than fifty books before I started finding things by people named Charles Williams instead of things about people named Charles Williams.
Scott’s got a bunch of things he wants to watch that I don’t want to be in the room for. Last night, after I showered, I took my laptop into the bedroom. This one has a battery that will last about an hour and a half, so I can actually work in there without worrying that I’ll run out of power (there’s nowhere I can reach to plug in). The bedroom is warmer than the dining room just now, so that’s in its favor. The downside came when I tried to stand up. My knees and hips didn’t want to unfold to let me stand. I kind of staggered and hobbled around for the first couple of minutes. I’m not sure which will win out the next time I have to vacate the living room, my desire for warmth or my desire to be able to get up and move if I need to. It’s not a choice I’m keen on.
Today is both my mother’s birthday and her anniversary with my step-father. I’ll have to remember to call them later.
I’m debating whether or not renew a book. I had a lot of trouble getting through the preface, but I was reading it in a waiting room, so it may not entirely have been the author’s prose. Still, it’s not promising, and I haven’t brought myself to pick it up since. On the other hand, it’s non-fiction on a subject I know very little about (Andean cultures and history between the sixteenth and eighteenth century, give or take a bit). It’s an interlibrary loan book, so returning it and getting it some other time isn’t a great option. I want to have read it, but I don’t think I actually want to read it. I don’t think I’ve finished a book since the new year that wasn’t a graphic novel. No, I take that back— I read The Annotated Alice, but that was different.
And thinking about that has reminded me that I have a library DVD that can’t be renewed. I’ll put that in after I figure out what I’m eating for lunch (I’m hungry, but I haven’t been able to find anything in the fridge or cupboards that appeals to me).
The cab ride home was a little longer than it should have been (Ann Arbor cabs don’t charge by time but rather by an estimate of the mileage along the most likely route. It’s up to the driver whether or not to use that route) because the company’s computers were completely down. The driver didn’t seem to be new to the area, but he got confused and mistook Fuller Road for Plymouth Road when he was coming around the hospital. He said that wouldn’t have happened if the computers were working.
He also had to call in my credit card number to the main office because he had no other way to let me pay with a credit card. I offered a check, but he said they don’t take checks and haven’t in the time he’s worked as a cabbie. It’s cash or credit card. I’d have paid cash, but I only had $5, and the bill was higher. The cabbie actually didn’t know how much he should be charging me, either. I was about 85% sure that I paid $12 (plus tip) for the trip to the dentist, so he thought that was reasonable for the trip back. I tipped $2, so he’ll have at least that much cushion if I was low because I’m sure I wasn’t off by more than that. And I’m pretty sure I wasn’t off at all.
Cordelia’s had tests pretty much every day this week. She’s also been having trouble sleeping and has complained that her tummy hurts (low down, so not stomach nausea) several nights around bedtime. She’s always feeling better in the morning, apart from being very tired. I actually suggested a cup of coffee this morning when she told me she was really, really tired. She doesn’t seem to have taken that suggestion because there’s no dirty mug anywhere to be found. At any rate, I suspect test anxiety which makes me sad. She’s not previously had trouble that way, and academic life is ever so much easier without it.
I just put in an interlibrary loan request after the local library informed me that the book I’d put a hold on is no longer available. I wanted to try the author in question, Charles Williams, and would have taken a different book, but the library doesn’t have any others. Looking at the MELCAT listings, I had to go down more than fifty books before I started finding things by people named Charles Williams instead of things about people named Charles Williams.
Scott’s got a bunch of things he wants to watch that I don’t want to be in the room for. Last night, after I showered, I took my laptop into the bedroom. This one has a battery that will last about an hour and a half, so I can actually work in there without worrying that I’ll run out of power (there’s nowhere I can reach to plug in). The bedroom is warmer than the dining room just now, so that’s in its favor. The downside came when I tried to stand up. My knees and hips didn’t want to unfold to let me stand. I kind of staggered and hobbled around for the first couple of minutes. I’m not sure which will win out the next time I have to vacate the living room, my desire for warmth or my desire to be able to get up and move if I need to. It’s not a choice I’m keen on.
Today is both my mother’s birthday and her anniversary with my step-father. I’ll have to remember to call them later.
I’m debating whether or not renew a book. I had a lot of trouble getting through the preface, but I was reading it in a waiting room, so it may not entirely have been the author’s prose. Still, it’s not promising, and I haven’t brought myself to pick it up since. On the other hand, it’s non-fiction on a subject I know very little about (Andean cultures and history between the sixteenth and eighteenth century, give or take a bit). It’s an interlibrary loan book, so returning it and getting it some other time isn’t a great option. I want to have read it, but I don’t think I actually want to read it. I don’t think I’ve finished a book since the new year that wasn’t a graphic novel. No, I take that back— I read The Annotated Alice, but that was different.
And thinking about that has reminded me that I have a library DVD that can’t be renewed. I’ll put that in after I figure out what I’m eating for lunch (I’m hungry, but I haven’t been able to find anything in the fridge or cupboards that appeals to me).
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Date: 2016-01-22 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-01-22 08:53 pm (UTC)That is an interesting system! I like it.
Could Cordelia's stomach pains be menstrual cramps? Test anxiety could be it, too, but L was periodically getting cramps that seemed to be menstruation related before her period even started, and Cordelia is that age...
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Date: 2016-01-22 08:56 pm (UTC)But something's going on because she got home forty five minutes ago and was still feeling not quite right. She said it wasn't bad enough to go to the doctor.
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Date: 2016-01-23 03:09 am (UTC)http://valeriesrecipes.com/2014/10/chocolate-decadence-mug-cake/
I have no idea if Cordelia would be interested. My kids like it as a way to have caffeine without drinking coffee.