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the_rckI'm in the dead zone for afternoon TV, the period when there's nothing on that I'll even consider as background noise. Instead, I've got a music CD in the DVD player (better quality sound than the CD player in the computer). Delia's in her swing, hiccuping and trying to decide whether she's cheerful or pissed off (That decision's something she's constantly revising. There's a knife edge difference between the two moods in terms of her movements, noises and facial expressions). She's managed to kick off one of her socks. I'm less unhappy about that than I might be because it stayed on for more than 15 minutes, a record I think (especially since she hasn't yet lost the other sock).
My biggest concern at the moment, though, is the peculiar sounds that the plumbing's been making for the last few hours. Every 10-25 minutes, I'm getting a pipe rattling rumble that sounds like large volumes of water moving and stopping suddenly. I've checked the basement and found no leaks, but I couldn't inspect the sewer line because the light there is burnt out and because my mother stacked a pile of plastic storage crates (which will be fine in the face of flooding) in front of the access to the pipes. At first, I thought we had a problem with the toilet-- Scott installed a new float yesterday. But I don't see how that could produce pipe reactions strong enough to shake the floor.
I've got several phone calls to make this afternoon, once Delia's napping. I need to nag UHS (the medical clinic I go to) about billing the correct insurance and giving everybody all of the correct paperwork. I need to talk to my psychotherapist to set up an appointment; I haven't seen her since about four weeks before Delia was born because the journey became more than I could manage. I need to schedule an appointment to have my teeth cleaned (that was due the week Delia was born, but I decided to wait to make an appointment).
At some point, Delia and I are going to have to go to the county courthouse to get a copy of her birth certificate. We can do it by mail, but the turn around time for that is about six weeks. We can get it immediately if we go in person. Perhaps I should wait until Scott and I have our wills ready-- Putting copies on file with the probate court seems like a reasonable thing to do.
Before Delia, we hadn't bothered with wills, partly out of laziness and partly because all of our property, except the car, is jointly held. (I must admit, also, that, during the time when anxiety was pushing me to contemplate suicide, not having a will served as a hedge of sorts against the bad times. It sounds kind of silly, but my sense of responsibility requires tidying up that sort of detail.) We're now facing more difficult decisions, and I know that if our wills need to be used there will be some family bitterness.
My mother's already a little ticked about the question of Delia's guardian. After much discussion, Scott and I settled on his sister as our first choice. Scott's brother's not in a position to do it at the moment. Of my siblings, one's just turned 13, one's in college, and the third has just married a man who neither Scott nor I have had a chance to get to know. And all of these folks except Scott's sister live in other states, so Delia's not going to know them well any time soon.
My mother thinks that Suzanne differs too much from us on matters of religion, social interactions, etc. (I asked my mother for some explanations and advice regarding a couple of pieces of the statutory will form.) What Mom doesn't see is that Suzanne is a loving woman in a stable marriage to a man we've know for more than a decade. They might not bring Delia up the way we would, but they would love her and take care of her and teach her to be a good person. When Delia's older, the differences may matter more, but right now they're pretty irrelevant.
My biggest concern at the moment, though, is the peculiar sounds that the plumbing's been making for the last few hours. Every 10-25 minutes, I'm getting a pipe rattling rumble that sounds like large volumes of water moving and stopping suddenly. I've checked the basement and found no leaks, but I couldn't inspect the sewer line because the light there is burnt out and because my mother stacked a pile of plastic storage crates (which will be fine in the face of flooding) in front of the access to the pipes. At first, I thought we had a problem with the toilet-- Scott installed a new float yesterday. But I don't see how that could produce pipe reactions strong enough to shake the floor.
I've got several phone calls to make this afternoon, once Delia's napping. I need to nag UHS (the medical clinic I go to) about billing the correct insurance and giving everybody all of the correct paperwork. I need to talk to my psychotherapist to set up an appointment; I haven't seen her since about four weeks before Delia was born because the journey became more than I could manage. I need to schedule an appointment to have my teeth cleaned (that was due the week Delia was born, but I decided to wait to make an appointment).
At some point, Delia and I are going to have to go to the county courthouse to get a copy of her birth certificate. We can do it by mail, but the turn around time for that is about six weeks. We can get it immediately if we go in person. Perhaps I should wait until Scott and I have our wills ready-- Putting copies on file with the probate court seems like a reasonable thing to do.
Before Delia, we hadn't bothered with wills, partly out of laziness and partly because all of our property, except the car, is jointly held. (I must admit, also, that, during the time when anxiety was pushing me to contemplate suicide, not having a will served as a hedge of sorts against the bad times. It sounds kind of silly, but my sense of responsibility requires tidying up that sort of detail.) We're now facing more difficult decisions, and I know that if our wills need to be used there will be some family bitterness.
My mother's already a little ticked about the question of Delia's guardian. After much discussion, Scott and I settled on his sister as our first choice. Scott's brother's not in a position to do it at the moment. Of my siblings, one's just turned 13, one's in college, and the third has just married a man who neither Scott nor I have had a chance to get to know. And all of these folks except Scott's sister live in other states, so Delia's not going to know them well any time soon.
My mother thinks that Suzanne differs too much from us on matters of religion, social interactions, etc. (I asked my mother for some explanations and advice regarding a couple of pieces of the statutory will form.) What Mom doesn't see is that Suzanne is a loving woman in a stable marriage to a man we've know for more than a decade. They might not bring Delia up the way we would, but they would love her and take care of her and teach her to be a good person. When Delia's older, the differences may matter more, but right now they're pretty irrelevant.
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