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Aug. 2nd, 2020 09:04 pmDuring July, I started and abandoned a lot of everyday posts for DreamWidth. Sometimes, I got distracted. Sometimes, I realized that I was having stress and/or perimenopause mood swings and doing nothing but complaining about trivialities.
Cordelia tried trimming my hair when the only other option was me doing myself. She became less anxious about the process as we went on, and she told me that it was because I wasn't at all agitated or concerned. The trimmings looked like a lot of hair, but she didn't get it short enough to help with my c-pap headgear (when my hair reaches a certain length, my headgear starts coming off in the middle of the night. I end up waking to put it back and thus sleeping less well than I would without the c-pap).
Scott made an attempt at trimming my hair yesterday. He had me lean on a wedge pillow with my head off the upper edge. This got my hair closer to the desired length, but it also left a layer of hair in back completely untouched.
We have now ordered trimmers so that we won't need to use scissors again.
Cordelia has an SAT seat in late September. I'm not really optimistic that it will happen or that it will actually be a safe thing for her to do. It'll be about an hour drive to the test location. Nothing closer had a seat still available.
Cordelia's crochet hooks and one skein of yarn have arrived. We're still waiting for 2-3 more skeins of different kinds of yarn. Cordelia is has managed about three rows of single crochet so far. Turning is a challenge she has yet to master; that is, she's doing it, but it's uneven and clearly not right.
I've been watching some Netflix cartoons aimed at tweens. They seem to be much more my speed than anything aimed at adults. I don't like violence, and I don't like stories that expect me to take them Seriously and to get stressed out about what terrible things are going to happen.
Scott and I had to make a trip out to the bank last week to transfer money from Cordelia's account to ours in order to cover the laptops. The nature of her account means that I have to be there with picture i.d. The teller said that we could have done the transaction through the pneumatic tubes, but we couldn't use an ATM.
The teller encouraged me to put a banking app on my phone, but it's not happening any time soon. I try to minimize what's on my phone. I assume that anything I do on there ceases to be private. I'm not sure what I'll do if I'm ever without Scott; without a car, access to ATMs requires a considerable expedition.
Cordelia tried trimming my hair when the only other option was me doing myself. She became less anxious about the process as we went on, and she told me that it was because I wasn't at all agitated or concerned. The trimmings looked like a lot of hair, but she didn't get it short enough to help with my c-pap headgear (when my hair reaches a certain length, my headgear starts coming off in the middle of the night. I end up waking to put it back and thus sleeping less well than I would without the c-pap).
Scott made an attempt at trimming my hair yesterday. He had me lean on a wedge pillow with my head off the upper edge. This got my hair closer to the desired length, but it also left a layer of hair in back completely untouched.
We have now ordered trimmers so that we won't need to use scissors again.
Cordelia has an SAT seat in late September. I'm not really optimistic that it will happen or that it will actually be a safe thing for her to do. It'll be about an hour drive to the test location. Nothing closer had a seat still available.
Cordelia's crochet hooks and one skein of yarn have arrived. We're still waiting for 2-3 more skeins of different kinds of yarn. Cordelia is has managed about three rows of single crochet so far. Turning is a challenge she has yet to master; that is, she's doing it, but it's uneven and clearly not right.
I've been watching some Netflix cartoons aimed at tweens. They seem to be much more my speed than anything aimed at adults. I don't like violence, and I don't like stories that expect me to take them Seriously and to get stressed out about what terrible things are going to happen.
Scott and I had to make a trip out to the bank last week to transfer money from Cordelia's account to ours in order to cover the laptops. The nature of her account means that I have to be there with picture i.d. The teller said that we could have done the transaction through the pneumatic tubes, but we couldn't use an ATM.
The teller encouraged me to put a banking app on my phone, but it's not happening any time soon. I try to minimize what's on my phone. I assume that anything I do on there ceases to be private. I'm not sure what I'll do if I'm ever without Scott; without a car, access to ATMs requires a considerable expedition.