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Category Archives: doing it wrong
Remember the story of our old pretty apple tree’s demise and its replacement tree Sybil?
The tree has pretty apple blossoms right now. The tree isn’t big enough to handle more than a couple of tiny apples but I can’t wait to see what happens.
In other news, you maybe wondering if there is any news about the neighbors. It has been quiet over there. Only two cars. I’ve occasionally heard people out there at night. St. Patrick’s day was rowdy but not enough to complain about.
Until last weekend. Cabin fever setting in? They were loud enough to wake me up but I was willing to live with it and then the shouting started. And then screaming — it sounded like it was outside our window. Not like murder just like a furious, frustrated person.
I called 911. Later we saw EMTs and a fire truck over there.
I don’t know what was going on. I think it was a family dispute. We joked around about Glady Kravits because we were peeking out the window trying to figure out what was going on.
Bonus mug! Filled with old stamps of different denominations:
It’s funny how quickly marketing has adapted to our strange new world. I get a New York Times newsletter each morning and the ads are all for comfortable pants, softest sweats ever, and the most popular exercise pants finally back in stock.
The rest of them have to do with home cooking.
If you would like a mug like this, purchase link here.
My major league soccer newsletter comes every weekday and they manage to scrounge up content, too.
That one tulip looks like its wiping its face. I thought about going back in and drawing eyes on it — but we have Creative Cloud and when I have Photoshop open my computer runs like it’s stoned so I hate using it. We’re going to give it up when Bob retires and I’ll learn to use something else which I’m sure will go smoothly.
Awhile back, one of the ladies at the retirement home good-naturedly told my dad that people were talking about him.
Later she told him it’s because he irons his jeans.
I shared this with colleague and he told me about a friend of his whose older dad likes good crease in his jeans.
This reminded me of once when I was in middle school, my grandma was staying with us and she ironed a gnarly crease in my jeans.
There was no way I was going to go to school and endure mockery on that scale and for middle school reasons, of course I wasn’t flexible enough to change my plans on what to wear.
I stood there at the ironing board, in my underwear, frantic to get out of the house, sobbing and furiously trying to get the crease out, blubbering with preemptive dread about the field day the kids at school would have with this nerd blunder.
Actually dork. That’s what I said to my grandma, “I’LL LOOK LIKE A DORK.”
She rescued me. She put a damp towel over the crease (a very specific detail I remember 40+ plus years later) and ironed it right out while gently tutting: I don’t understand what all the fuss is about.
Last Friday was our first time to leave the house in a couple of weeks. We had grocery shopping, an errand, and a Dad delivery.
Since the fridge was mostly empty, I completely cleaned it out — checking all of the condiments and rarely used items. I emptied the shelves in the door and scrubbed them clean. I pulled out the produce drawers and wiped them out.
It was shiny and beautiful.
But then —
I was rearranging items on the top shelf and in my gleeful reverie, flipped over a full deli container of olives.
Olive juice splashed everywhere and olives and juice dripped down on every shelf and into every drawer.
Oh poo! I said. (Kidding. I said a creative variety of many, many, many, bad words.)
Bob helped me take EVERYTHING back out of the fridge including the shelves themselves and we team-worked that thing clean again. Then we did our shopping and we’re good for at least another few of weeks.
These are my flowerbeds 2 weeks ago. It would have been headline news if not for all the other stuff going on. Long gone by now.
When I was a freshman in high school I arrived at my locker one morning and someone had hastily scrawled “plastic and pasty” in pencil across it in small letters.
Because of course I did, I fretted about this.
Was this intended for me? If so, what did it mean? It’s a strange insult.
Did people thing I was plastic? Or pasty? I didn’t have a huge circle of friends or enemies. I kept to myself so it was unlikely that I had stirred up trouble with someone.
Plastic I can guess — phony? At that age anyone can be accused of acting phony. But pasty? Pale?
I didn’t erase it, I left it there. I mostly hoped the message wasn’t aimed at me.
But 40 something years later I still remember it. I can picture the exact location of my locker — I can’t remember my locker location for any other year.
Bob and I moved in together in March of 1996. Who knows math? Is that 24 years?
And today, for the first time in our relationship, we cleaned house together. He has no excuse to get out.
We are hanging in. Working from home is going okay. Bob finished grading last week and he’s on spring break.
We eat lunch and dinner together and mostly cook here and get takeout a couple times a week to support our local businesses.
Yesterday we watched Parasite which we had mixed feelings about — too much to articulate at the moment. It is definitely worth seeing.
I wanted to watch something light before bed and after scrolling through a jillion possibilities, I ended up starting the Colin Firth Pride and Prejudice, which is the best Pride and Prejudice. It almost seems like now there are so many choices of things on TV, it’s too hard to pick something. I don’t want to waste my time on anything I’m ambivalent about
And with the current state of the world, I’m having a hard time getting into new shows and I don’t want anything that’s too big of a bummer.
The flowers look amazing. I hope all the people getting out and walking their dogs are saying the same thing.
The morning after my crown was seated I was in the process of getting up — Bob and I were in bed talking about our day. I sat up quickly and the whole world tilted sideways so suddenly and violently that I thought the house was tipping over.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I said, trying to grab onto something.
I thought I was just light-headed from sitting up too fast and tried that thing where you bend forward and let your head hang.
I eventually figured out that if I moved my head in a certain way, I would get dizzy and have to take care not to fall into anything.
After all the endless bummer of the bad tooth, the last thing I wanted was some goofy head problem. I envisioned expensive tests and referrals. That’s one of my big complaints about healthcare is that even the tiniest concern results in more and more appointments.
A colleague recently went through an extended bout of vertigo so I sent her a note and said: What the what is this?
She told me to look up BPPV and try the exercise. Turns out it is very common. The first couple of days were weird. I even woke myself up in the night with spinning because I turned over funny. But within a week it resolved. I occasionally have a vague sense of vertigo but I’m fine now. I could find no science to confirm that my tooth problems caused it, but that’s what I blame.
Let’s all hope that it was some weird anomaly that will never return.
What strange times we are living in.
This morning I went to the pharmacy to pick up some OTC stuff for my dad including a jug of laxative. I was there right as it opened and they were just unboxing a fresh pallet of toilet paper. There only 3 other people in the store and they all asked how many they were allowed to take (2) which they snatched immediately.
We have a normal supply of toilet paper so I was the person buying the jug of laxative and no toilet paper.
At the first match the family sitting in front of us brought in their own food.
They ate little tangerines, raisins, and trail mix.
At the half every one of them disappeared and came back with pizza, hot dogs, and hot chocolate. They also left every scrap of garbage under their seats.
I get bringing in food if you must because you want healthier choices. But I thought it was pretty funny that they used it as an appetizer until they could dig into the real stuff.
It’s like when you bring a lunch to work and it’s: carrot sticks and fruit and turkey on whole wheat. Then you eat it by 10am and go out at noon and get a meatball sandwich and chips.
I spotted a tulip out front when I got home yesterday.
Last night when we finished with the DVR but before we turned off the TV, we caught part of a documentary about the band Genesis (They’ve been around forever but were especially popular in the early 80s). This was not one of my favorite bands or even a band I cared much about and honestly, if you’d mentioned the documentary earlier I would have expressed exactly zero interest in seeing it. But we were mesmerized. The show brought together the main band members and interviewed them in the present together with lots of clips from the past. It was really well done and you could still get a whiff of bitterness among some of them. hehe.
I found a bunch of bulbs that I stuck back in a corner and missed planting last fall. Last weekend I had a few spare moments so I put them in pots thinking I might still have a change to enjoy them.
Then this. Raccoons are jerks.
I can’t seem to get ahead. It seems like every time I turn around there’s something else that’s not working right that needs my attention and is more demanding that expected.
Right now my email doesn’t work right. I’ve spent 2 days trying to troubleshoot it and getting help that tells me to do exactly what my email to support said I tried and didn’t work and then referring me to a URL for more information — the same URL that I told support I was using to try to troubleshoot the problem.
And support signs off with “let us know if there’s anything else we can do to help.” But you didn’t help yet. Now they want me to talk to the Mac geniuses — and when I follow the Mac genius instructions it tells me to talk to my webhosting.
I don’t have time to get to it today which means I probably won’t have time until next weekend. It’s a vicious cycle.
Here is Kyla Ross is our boss. My favorite NCAA gymnast is a senior now so this was my last chance to see her in person. Both teams were fantastic. It was a super fun meet. Jade Carey is supposed to join Oregon State next year. You don’t know that name now but you will know it after the Olympics — if that even happens. sigh.
Colleague went to Hawaii and asked for inventory on our snack cupboard. We have a whole other box of macadamia candies because brace face here can’t eat them. But the cookies were running low. He brought back a giant box of these fancy cookies plus a Girl Scout snack pack so snack cupboard is stocked again.