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Sep. 6th, 2016 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI forgot to mention yesterday that Scott picked up Chinese carryout for dinner on Saturday. The construction that made getting to Gourmet Garden too difficult has ended, so we went with them. They have severely cut back their menu, and they don’t give much information at all about what’s in the dishes, so we ended up with surprise peppers. The spring rolls, according to me and Scott, had no flavor and, according to Cordelia, were unacceptably spicy. I have no idea if we got spring rolls from different batches or if there’s something Cordelia’s tasting that Scott and I can’t at all.
At any rate, I’m not sure we’ll go back to Gourmet Garden. That means finding a different source for Chinese carryout by experimentation, and I don’t think Scott’s going to go for that. It might be that he’d rather stick with Gourmet Garden because we know where it is. It’s still the only place we’ve found ginger chicken with string beans.
I’m waiting to see how my digestive system reacts to yesterday’s dinner. I had about ten blackberries, two strawberries, thirty or forty blueberries, and a slice of peach pie. That might give me trouble, and it might not. The deciding factor tends to be long term anxiety levels rather than short term ones, so I might be okay even though last night got pretty stressful.
Basically, Cordelia went to bed then started feeling unwell. I was up with her until about 1 a.m. It wasn’t anything that would keep her from going to school, just that would keep her from sleeping. She asked me not to post any specifics, so I’m not going to. I’m going to have Scott pick up a few things on his way home from work today, though, in the hope that, if this happens again, we’ll have ways to deal with it. I’m a bit worried about her starting the first day of school on five hours of sleep, but she was adamant that she was going to go.
I was hoping to sleep later this morning than I ended up doing, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I nap later. I just want to shower and put away my laundry first.
I wrote about six hundred words yesterday. I have got to be near the end of this story. I just have to be. And not just because the deadline looms.
Scott’s sister gave me about eight shirts that she found at a half price sale at the Salvation Army. She’s been trying to find a shirt to give me since May, but everything she picked out was cut so wide and low that it showed off a significant portion of my bra. They were very pretty shirts that I liked a lot. I just can’t wear them unless (until?) I can stop wearing bras again. At any rate, I think all of these shirts will be wearable with my current bras. I don’t find any of them particularly attractive, but I also don’t find any of them repulsive. I will wear them if they fit well enough and not think, while wearing them, that maybe I’d rather not.
We got away from Scott’s parents’ place about 7:20. That was earlier than I’d expected but not quite as early as I’d hoped. Our niece was very disappointed because she really, really wanted to get people to play Scrabble with her. Her mother pointed out that she, too, has to be up really early (her school bus comes at 6:48). Our niece also complained that she can’t get a ride to school from her brother because he doesn’t have a class first period and so will be going in later. Her mother pointe out that, if our nephew did drive then, they’d have to leave right around when the bus came anyway, but our niece seems mainly concerned with not having to deal with the bus.
At any rate, I’m not sure we’ll go back to Gourmet Garden. That means finding a different source for Chinese carryout by experimentation, and I don’t think Scott’s going to go for that. It might be that he’d rather stick with Gourmet Garden because we know where it is. It’s still the only place we’ve found ginger chicken with string beans.
I’m waiting to see how my digestive system reacts to yesterday’s dinner. I had about ten blackberries, two strawberries, thirty or forty blueberries, and a slice of peach pie. That might give me trouble, and it might not. The deciding factor tends to be long term anxiety levels rather than short term ones, so I might be okay even though last night got pretty stressful.
Basically, Cordelia went to bed then started feeling unwell. I was up with her until about 1 a.m. It wasn’t anything that would keep her from going to school, just that would keep her from sleeping. She asked me not to post any specifics, so I’m not going to. I’m going to have Scott pick up a few things on his way home from work today, though, in the hope that, if this happens again, we’ll have ways to deal with it. I’m a bit worried about her starting the first day of school on five hours of sleep, but she was adamant that she was going to go.
I was hoping to sleep later this morning than I ended up doing, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I nap later. I just want to shower and put away my laundry first.
I wrote about six hundred words yesterday. I have got to be near the end of this story. I just have to be. And not just because the deadline looms.
Scott’s sister gave me about eight shirts that she found at a half price sale at the Salvation Army. She’s been trying to find a shirt to give me since May, but everything she picked out was cut so wide and low that it showed off a significant portion of my bra. They were very pretty shirts that I liked a lot. I just can’t wear them unless (until?) I can stop wearing bras again. At any rate, I think all of these shirts will be wearable with my current bras. I don’t find any of them particularly attractive, but I also don’t find any of them repulsive. I will wear them if they fit well enough and not think, while wearing them, that maybe I’d rather not.
We got away from Scott’s parents’ place about 7:20. That was earlier than I’d expected but not quite as early as I’d hoped. Our niece was very disappointed because she really, really wanted to get people to play Scrabble with her. Her mother pointed out that she, too, has to be up really early (her school bus comes at 6:48). Our niece also complained that she can’t get a ride to school from her brother because he doesn’t have a class first period and so will be going in later. Her mother pointe out that, if our nephew did drive then, they’d have to leave right around when the bus came anyway, but our niece seems mainly concerned with not having to deal with the bus.
