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the_rckLast night as I was falling asleep, my brain got weird— I started imagining a game of Pandemic but with added volcanoes. I have no idea where that came from. I’m also not sure what rules mechanism would serve to do that or why on earth anyone would want to. Pandemic is hard enough as it is.
I haven’t started making phone calls yet today. I kind of suspect that Scott won’t deal with the shingles thing because he’s feeling utterly overwhelmed simply by still being sick and exhausted. He’s coughing pretty badly, still (he’s been sick since around February 21st). I may suggest that he try one of the urgent care clinics Aetna will cover as they’ll see him in the evening (for a price, of course).
I’m going to wait until some time next week to deliver that paperwork. It’s cold again today (and all weekend, too, of course). I’m finding, though, that, as it gets warmer, wearing a nightgown plus the compression pad plus a shirt is really uncomfortably warm, and that’s at about 70F which I would normally think not all that warm.
I’ve gotten further through that bag of stuff in the basement. I think I have enough stuff sorted out to be worth filling the sink with warm water, adding some bleach, and dipping all of the plastic stuff into it. The floor down there had mouse droppings in a few places, and I don’t want to donate contaminated toys. Not all people who might buy them would think to wash them before giving them to kids. Some would, but not all.
I haven’t even looked at the genetic history forms since Wednesday. I may get back to them today. I may not. It will depend on how much the phone calls drain me.
The bread I made yesterday didn’t rise properly. I was very, very careful about measuring the ingredients, and this is a recipe that I had good luck last year. It’s basic white bread, so there’s not that much to screw up. I’ve made bread three times this year. The Anadama bread came out fine, but Scott’s wary of that because it contains cornmeal and he’s been having digestive issues with corn. The other two loaves have not come out at all well. When Scott does bread, it’s fine, so I must be doing/not doing something.
I need to email my mother again and ask her to remind me of my male cousins’ names. I can remember two of the three which is probably pretty good given that I’ve only met the younger two three times (two funerals and a wedding) and never once actually talked to any of the three of them (the oldest was about eighteen months old when last I spent prolonged time in his company. I was twenty or twenty-one. I thought he was, on the whole, darling but was also glad I didn’t have to chase after him to keep him from falling into the cut). It’s still very frustrating not to be able to remember all of the names. There are only three of them, after all, and I remember that they all have very normal male names (the two I remember are Michael and Christopher. Definitely not obscure/weird names).
My mother’s side of the family has a weird split in terms of the age distribution of my cousins. My mother and the oldest of her three brothers had kids between 1967 (me) and about 1971, two girls in each family. My half-brother came along in 1978 and has ended up too young for my cohort and too old for the other group. My mother’s other brothers didn’t start having kids until about my junior year in college (1987/1988), so I’m twenty years older than the one who’s closest to me in age and my brother is nine years older than that cousin. We’re technically the same generation, but functionally, we’re absolutely not. There’s only a year between the oldest of Mom’s brothers and the next oldest, something my grandmother always felt she had to apologize to the younger one for.
On my father’s side, I have three cousins, two who are a year and three years younger than my brother and one’s who’s sixteen. The sixteen year old is biologically the daughter of my older cousin, but my aunt and uncle adopted her. (I was not at all sure how to count her on the genetics forms. She’s my cousin and related to me, genetically, but she’s also a generation removed from what they were asking about if one’s looking only at the genetics as opposed to the legalities. I ended up putting her on with a note. There’s space for about a dozen cousins there, so there was space to write.)
I haven’t started making phone calls yet today. I kind of suspect that Scott won’t deal with the shingles thing because he’s feeling utterly overwhelmed simply by still being sick and exhausted. He’s coughing pretty badly, still (he’s been sick since around February 21st). I may suggest that he try one of the urgent care clinics Aetna will cover as they’ll see him in the evening (for a price, of course).
I’m going to wait until some time next week to deliver that paperwork. It’s cold again today (and all weekend, too, of course). I’m finding, though, that, as it gets warmer, wearing a nightgown plus the compression pad plus a shirt is really uncomfortably warm, and that’s at about 70F which I would normally think not all that warm.
I’ve gotten further through that bag of stuff in the basement. I think I have enough stuff sorted out to be worth filling the sink with warm water, adding some bleach, and dipping all of the plastic stuff into it. The floor down there had mouse droppings in a few places, and I don’t want to donate contaminated toys. Not all people who might buy them would think to wash them before giving them to kids. Some would, but not all.
I haven’t even looked at the genetic history forms since Wednesday. I may get back to them today. I may not. It will depend on how much the phone calls drain me.
The bread I made yesterday didn’t rise properly. I was very, very careful about measuring the ingredients, and this is a recipe that I had good luck last year. It’s basic white bread, so there’s not that much to screw up. I’ve made bread three times this year. The Anadama bread came out fine, but Scott’s wary of that because it contains cornmeal and he’s been having digestive issues with corn. The other two loaves have not come out at all well. When Scott does bread, it’s fine, so I must be doing/not doing something.
I need to email my mother again and ask her to remind me of my male cousins’ names. I can remember two of the three which is probably pretty good given that I’ve only met the younger two three times (two funerals and a wedding) and never once actually talked to any of the three of them (the oldest was about eighteen months old when last I spent prolonged time in his company. I was twenty or twenty-one. I thought he was, on the whole, darling but was also glad I didn’t have to chase after him to keep him from falling into the cut). It’s still very frustrating not to be able to remember all of the names. There are only three of them, after all, and I remember that they all have very normal male names (the two I remember are Michael and Christopher. Definitely not obscure/weird names).
My mother’s side of the family has a weird split in terms of the age distribution of my cousins. My mother and the oldest of her three brothers had kids between 1967 (me) and about 1971, two girls in each family. My half-brother came along in 1978 and has ended up too young for my cohort and too old for the other group. My mother’s other brothers didn’t start having kids until about my junior year in college (1987/1988), so I’m twenty years older than the one who’s closest to me in age and my brother is nine years older than that cousin. We’re technically the same generation, but functionally, we’re absolutely not. There’s only a year between the oldest of Mom’s brothers and the next oldest, something my grandmother always felt she had to apologize to the younger one for.
On my father’s side, I have three cousins, two who are a year and three years younger than my brother and one’s who’s sixteen. The sixteen year old is biologically the daughter of my older cousin, but my aunt and uncle adopted her. (I was not at all sure how to count her on the genetics forms. She’s my cousin and related to me, genetically, but she’s also a generation removed from what they were asking about if one’s looking only at the genetics as opposed to the legalities. I ended up putting her on with a note. There’s space for about a dozen cousins there, so there was space to write.)
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Date: 2016-03-18 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-18 10:01 pm (UTC)Most machines even have a way of delaying things so that the loaf will be done when you want it if that's longer than the normal cycle. So you can wake up to fresh bread or come home for dinner and have it.
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Date: 2016-03-18 04:30 pm (UTC)My best guess on the bread is that it's something about the temperatures of the ingredients.
My family has a generational age-split too. My mom's branch is late reproducers, and her sister's decendants are early reproducers, with the results that on my mom's side there have been two generations in the same time that it took for her sister's side to have three. In other words, my kids are the same age as my first-cousins' grandkids. :)
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Date: 2016-03-18 09:53 pm (UTC)Scott's aunt is a great-grandmother now and, if I recall correctly, was before Cordelia was born. I think she's at least ten years older than Scott's father, so that has some impact, but a lot of it is people marrying and reproducing earlier.
I kind of assume that there's a chance I won't see Cordelia's kids, assuming she has any. I was thirty six when she was born. If she waits that long, I'll be seventy two. That's very different from how things were with my grandparents who were all in their forties when I was born.
I'll pass the vitamin D suggestion along to Scott.
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Date: 2016-03-19 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-18 05:43 pm (UTC)Shingles. OW. D:
I nearly had shingles break out when I was on a high dose of prednisone. I can still remember that pain. Just owwww.
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Date: 2016-03-18 06:51 pm (UTC)My father's side of the family never keep in touch, so much so that I went to college with one of them, and didn't know it.
Mums family are similar in the split cousin ages .... it makes it me slightly confused .... but as we all keep in touch, it's not too bad!!!!
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Date: 2016-03-18 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-18 07:00 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2016-03-18 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-18 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-19 03:16 am (UTC)Good luck with the bread and the genetic history form.
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Date: 2016-03-19 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-19 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-19 10:10 pm (UTC)We will be throwing out a number of old, singleton shoes. The mates must be around somewhere, but we can't find them, and we don't have room to keep the singletons in the hope that we'll find the other one.
But books? Toys that can be cleaned? Clothes that don't have stains or holes or other signs of being used/damaged? Yeah, we're going to donate those.