Alex came by yesterday to do lucky trades with us in Pokemon Go. He knows all the ins/outs of the game, I just hand him my phone and he trades, changes some moves on some of my pokemon and powers them up. And then I take my phone back from him and I have a super new “strong” pokemon. Gotta catch them all!
I’m like – not reading any news – no NYT, no WaPo, no NPR, no random social media influencers telling me to buy Athletic Greens. It doesn’t come very naturally, I’m always “just about to check” because my phone is my best friend and an extension of my hand practically and then I remind myself to not do it. It’s very weird. My life is so….quiet. It’s like I’m back in 1990 – but with texting. It opens up this vast time of…boredom that you have to fill somehow. A skill to relearn…
Busy weekend – we had dinner with my parents, who are back from the west coast, at the house on Friday night, chinese takeout. On Saturday, I had a guitar lesson and hung out with Megan for a bit on Saturday afternoon. Sunday, we went olympic weightlifting where I’m still practicing my cleans and later in the day we spoke with Felix who is most likely going to be living with us next year. Sunday dinner was cancelled because folks are – sick, recovering from surgery and/or out of town. As these things go….
I get melancholy during the run up to the holidays and probably through the holidays themselves. Such an emphasis on family fun, happiness and gratefulness, I’m always on the grinch-y side. It doesn’t help, the darkening days and the unfortunate state of the world. One can’t help feeling like one spent all this time building a beautiful diorama out of construction paper, pinecones, popsicle sticks and then having people walk by, stomp all over it and then call you an idiot and then walk away leaving you bewildered. And these are people who are supposed to be your friends, family or neighbors. Besides the stomping, this time of year, I always miss people who are no longer in my life for various reasons and feel sorry for myself.
Anyways, I turn back to my own diorama. I’ve long turned to nature – look at my venus fly trap, happily making new red tinged traps – ready for the errant fly in our warming winters – to come by.
Jeremy has turned to modest home repairs, putting in a timer for our bathroom vent.
I’ve filled my life with music and fiber arts. I’m singing and playing the guitar regularly – badly and off key all the time. But it’s OK, right and also doing a crochet blanket that will take a lifetime. It’s OK if it takes a lifetime. And we move on.
The new driveway is poured and looks great. The crew is very kind and they made this temporary ramp for Edda to access the house while the driveway cures and hardens.
There is a large gopher hole in my front lawn. It was there early in the spring, but now it’s larger and part of the front lawn in caving in – I think I’m going to have to kill this gopher which already makes me sad. I’m trying to urge them to move like a quarter mile away into the woods where they can make as many burrows as they want to, but I’m not sure they are going to listen to me.
Busy and wounded from the election, I’m sorry for the slow updates. I don’t know what is happening, but I’m busier than I have ever been before. I thought now that Vince is launched, I would have more time and I do have more time, but there is still lots to do and lots to learn. I’m having a good time.
The day after the election, I met up with Deb at our favorite Panera. It was warm enough to sit outside and chat for a couple of hours. I think Deb is my most covid-impacted friend. Still very reluctant to sit inside restaurants and go places without a mask. I’ve been trying to meet up with her for lunch at our favorite Panera for over two years, patiently waiting for her to be ready. And she was ready last week and, as it turned out, we could sit outside.
On Thursday, two days after the election, Jeremy flew to California to attend the board meeting of the California Air Resources Board. This meeting was purposely scheduled right after the election so no one would pay attention to it and I suppose it did serve that purpose. Jeremy was not excited to go, but his comments were well received (2 minutes – did it feel lame to fly across the country to do a two minute talk? maybe) and actually, the conversations he had around the meeting were invaluable and bolstered his mood and confidence moving forward. He’s exploring how to contribute his talents over the next four years.
There was sign holdings. If you look closely, there is a sign with cow poop on it. Sometimes, depending on my mood – if I’m cheeky -, if you ask me what Jeremy does, I’ll answer, he’s an expert on cow poop. And he is!
He had his own sign that someone made for him.
He took the opportunity of being on the west coast in vicinity of Vince to visit him, Dani and Dani’s family. They all went out to dim sum on Saturday morning and then Jeremy took the kids on a nostalgic tour of the courtship of Doris and Jeremy (they wanted to do it!). Our beloved ChemE building where we first kissed.
The turtle pond where I spent a lot of time crying about how much I hated grad school. Vince was like…Caltech is so….beautiful. Yes, it is a lush and beautifully manicured campus. It takes a lot of work and money to maintain beautiful gardens in the depths of geek-dom.
They explored a bit of downtown LA – the home of the LA Philharmonic. what do they call it, the Disney Performance Hall?
The kids went to a KPop concert on Saturday night and Jeremy stayed with Julia and had a really nice time there. Sunday morning, Jeremy went to UC Irvine to see Vince’s lab. Which is very nice – lots of natural light for the offices and labs. Vince’s apartment, though relatively new and school-owned, does look a little prison-like – they spend zero money on charm and/or beauty.
A very nice lab.
Then they drove to Rancho Palos Verdes to visit Keyla and kiddos who moved there in the middle of September from Dallas? Houston? I get those two cities confused. They moved because of a fortuitous job transfer that brought them to the same neighborhood as Mark’s family. So now they are like two miles away from grandparents and siblings and where it’s not 108 degrees every day.
Keyla, as usual, is completely remarkable. I mean, sometimes people tell me, I don’t know how you do it (re Edda), but I mean, I don’t know how Kelya does it with Zoe – who is so beautiful here! I can be moody and upset and depressed and overwhelmed for long periods of time, but I don’t vibe any of those feelings from Keyla. I mean, I know she has these feelings because we do sometimes touch on those topics when we talk, but she has an optimism and practicality to it all and – dare I say – fun-ness about her? It’s kind of magical. She meets each challenge with courage and a smile and also somehow manages to mural paint a room with stars or flowers.
After having lunch with K and the kids, Jeremy drove the older kids back to Irvine and got to meet Dani’s birds. Mango and Fatty tuna. Otoro is his real name, but I like to call him fatty tuna which is what otoro means.
Meanwhile, back at the homestead, I watched while some folks demolished our driveway.
I’ve never hired folks to do such a massive home project, but the drainage on the house needed fixing and I hesitated for a long time because 1. it was going to be expensive and we were still paying for college 2. I dislike hiring folks because I don’t know how to choose and 3. I was/am afraid of making a mistake, in hiring and/or execution and or whatever else there is to be afraid of. But I also really want water to flow away from my house.
But I hired people I like and they are doing a great job. And I had them destroy the driveway when Jeremy was out of town which is also somewhat of a big deal for me.
It’s good that they are doing it, we have extensive water damage below part of the driveway, two stone columns (probably more) were just resting on the dirt causing them to sink and will need reinforcing with concrete and rebar.
Well today is election day and we are waiting. Jeremy, in the past, canvassed and got out the vote in Pennsylvania – including a touching story where he helped a disabled woman who had not been outside her house in years to get to a polling station – but we didn’t do anything like that this time (besides give $). Edda has the day off school and we are just hanging out.
This past Sunday, we went lifting – this time learning the clean and jerk. Our weight gym was losing its lease on it’s old building in Frederick (it’s going to be torn down) and moved to a SoldierFit gym space. Never in my life did I think we’d be members of SoldierFit, but here we are. It’s a great space with lots of good equipment and we went the inaugural Sunday to train.
Ward, our coach, taught us how to tape our thumbs. I feel like a real lifter. Except that my clean and jerk is about 40 pounds. lol. Approximately the amount of a bag of dog food.
On Halloween, we headed up to Philly, mainly to the Children’s Hospital there to see our neurologist, Eric, and to have Edda have a checkup. We try to go every six months, but we hadn’t been there in about a year and because Edda had such a scary seizure thing-y last month, we moved up her January appt to now. (They had also been antsy prescribing Edda’s seizure meds because they like to lay eyes on patients every six months to maintain the prescription support). Anyways, Edda seems so good, so happy on her upped meds (all the same, just more dosing) – Jeremy managed the increase during the month between the seizures and the appointment, so the appt, even though made in urgency, seemed not so urgent when we were there.
We brought Elka for this trip and during the appointment, (we had found a dog sitter via Rover – Hannah, hooray!), and Elka stayed near Rittenhouse Square a few blocks from Jeremy’s old apartment he stayed in after he graduated from college. And it was Halloween morning, so lots of littles running around going to school in their very, very cute costumes.
Then we headed to Kimberton to spend a few days with Bob and Katherine. Usually, we don’t do up Halloween, but there was a Halloween party that we needed to make an appearance at, so I pulled out our tried-and-true Halloween outfits.
The only thing I bought new was Elka’s super dog costume.
Jeremy’s a chef, Edda’s Waldo, Katherine is a celestial body and I’m a witch, though it appears that I’m veering into Harry Potter territory with the yellow pants and the graduation gown.
The day after Halloween – All Saint’s Day, Jeremy and I made a concerted effort to be on vacation. I had not brought my work computer or my personal computer. Jeremy, more prone to election anxiety, stayed off his phone. We ran, walked and cooked. I might have napped.
Katherine gave me her garden tour and I got inspiration from it.
And the dogs! We had so much fun with the doggies. Whimsey esp was very loving on Edda.
OMG. I went to the track yesterday and ran quarters! Historically, this is my favorite workout because I like running as fast as I can for one lap, but alas, I’m much much slower now than in my heyday. To give you an idea, ten years ago (and ten pounds lighter), I could run a quarter in about 90 seconds, but yesterday, I was much closer to 2 minutes. But it’s OK, it felt great and it was nice to be back at the track – I don’t think I’ve run a real track workout in over 4 years. I also don’t know how to use my watch anymore to time anything. I used to just have a regular digital Timex, but I don’t have that anymore so I tried to use my Apple watch, which was both impressive and frustrating. My Apple watch knew I was at a track without me telling it, it also knew which lane I wanted to run in. But also, I couldn’t get it to give me a lap time for 400m. But I think it’s me and not the watch, lol. It also threatened to run out of batteries which was a little disconcerting. I haven’t been to the track (about 1.5 miles away) because I’ve been….lazy. I’ve been running intervals on my treadmill. I think the pandemic trained me to do all my running on my treadmill – I don’t know what happened, but, to me, an hour on the treadmill is not boring or a big deal to me.
Also, Jeremy’s ficus tree that he keeps in his office has spider mites. I’ve always known that houseplants can have pests, but this one took me by surprise. Jeremy’s office has only one plant in it, so I’m surprised that spider mites found it. Anyways, I moved it into a bathroom and I’m spraying it with a rubbing alcohol and soap mixture.
On Saturday, I volunteered at Main Street at their Locust Grove hike. I brought Elka who was the star of the show. I think this was the least attended activity that I’ve been at, fewer than 5 people maybe? I think it was because it’s not on the Metro line, so folks signed up without a plan to get there. Oh well. It was a lovely day and I enjoyed the fall colors with our small, but mighty group.
I’d not been to the nature center before – they have collected cool things that you can touch.
That evening, I went with Kristen and her sisters to a witchy paddle where we are all supposed to dress up as witches and then “fly” on our paddleboards. I was rushing to leave the house, and I forgot my costume. So I was the very boring witch. Kristen and her sisters had on spooky makeup and even attached a light-up scaredy cat to their board.
My favorite thing in the whole world – money cannot buy – is a good night’s sleep – preferably in my very own bed. OMG, I find it very hard to predict how I’ll sleep at night – exercise too little, too much, to much stress, to lazy and napped too long during the day. Argh… lol. Wed night – terrible night of sleep, up at 3 am for no reason, can’t get back to sleep. Last night, gorgeous night of uninterrupted sleep. Thank the lord.
Everyday, I lament the pizza place that closed down down the street from my house. Pizza is my favorite food. I could eat pizza every day at every meal for the rest of my life. What replaced it was Z&Z which is this Levantine restaurant. They serve things shaped like pizza and it’s so close to pizza that I was hoping it would be a good trade for the old pizza place. I’d gone to this new establishment three or four times in the past when it first opened and through the pandemic and was so underwhelmed with the food and atmosphere and sad that we didn’t have the old pizza place, I stopped going a few years ago. Then, out of the blue, this little small shop got write ups in the NY Times and Bon Appetit. I will say, I was completely incredulous that they got the kudos because I found the food to be, well, uninspired.
I don’t know what possessed me to try again, but I went yesterday and the place was so lively with families with little kids packed into the small seating area. A kind owner helped me to order and I sat down at a table to enjoy one of their flatbreads. It was really good, crunchy and savory, both warm from the oven and cool topped with cucumbers. And they came by and offered tiny free cups of chai to all the customers. It was delightful. (Would I still rather the pizza place? Yes. But will I come again to the flatbread place? Yes again.)
Had I been influenced? Did the food actually get better? Was I charmed by the atmosphere? I honestly have no idea. It goes to show that one’s feelings are fluid and can change based on new information and different situations. When I was younger, I always thought my feelings were true, but now I know they are in flux – depending on how much sleep I got, who is there, who tells me various information. Now I try very hard to feel the way I want to feel about a situation and not the other way around, to not let the situation drive my feelings. Does that make any sense? I’m literally a crazy person. DoN’t LiStEn To Me.
I’m skewing a little too social for me right now, what can I say? The alone time vs social time are in direct competition with each other – one goes up, the other goes down. I want lots of both, I haven’t really figure it out yet. On Wed morning, I met up with Julide at her house – this was supposed to be a summer get-together postponed many, many months.
I love going to her house (which I haven’t done in years) because there are always lots of interesting things – tea collection, unbelievable hand-knits that she does, we didn’t even get to the garden tour before I had to leave and go back to work. She’s going to help me with some of Edda’s transition year issues – she has some special needs kiddos and is a few years ahead of me in this process. You know how you can procrastinate one thing by being productive on another? Well, I’m putting off actually finding a place for Edda to be after she leaves high school which I’m suppose to be doing it right now right now (probably instead of blogging too). Instead, I’m having tea with a friend under the auspices of “learning more” about it, but really, we are just laughing our heads off about various non-serious things.
And I went to an evening meeting where I bumped into Hiroko, also about all the things I should be doing for Edda, but I have not yet really done.
Jeremy biked into work yesterday – 3 hours in, 2 hours back. A beautiful gorgeous day to do such a thing.
