Year: 2007

A lot of the interesting stuff that is happening these days is job stuff which I know I’m not suppose to blog about in detail. But our days tend to go like this:

1. Wake up
2. Turn on TV for the kids
3. Try and make Vince eat something for breakfast – but he can’t eat in front of the TV even though it’s on. I know, tough.
4. Drive Vince to camp.
5. Computer/phone/paperwork time (9 am – 3:30 pm) or playing online Scrabble if fed up with job prospects or celebrating a nice email or phone call from a person who might give us money in exchange for some labor. (Jeremy celebrates with a fruit Popsicle and researching electronic gadgetry on the web and I indulge with a useless trip to Target – window shopping only.)
6. Some therapy appointments for Edda.
7. Get Vince.
8. Eat dinner.
9. Go to bed.

Nothing exciting, we are still unemployed and unpaid. (Notice TV never turns off, we have gone over to the dark side.)

Look, I put on some office clothes today.

I look 3 months pregnant in this outfit and what’s with the bohemian bag with the leather briefcase? Sigh. I need to find me some fashion sense.

I really want to back down from daily blogging, but I have done it for so long now, it’s a hard habit to quit. There just isn’t that much to blog about.

Since my cooking isn’t that good compared to Mom’s and there is no improvement in sight, I would like Mom to do the cooking instead of alternating between us. Mom said okay if I go public. Here it is, Mom 🙂

Mom! The figs are ripening!

Light during the golden hour.

I went to Edda’s school today for a parent orientation. Stuff like what to bring on the first day of school, who to call to get status on a bus route, snack fees, etc. No big deal. I think I won’t have time to do much more of this soon and I am generally more patient than Jeremy about these things, so I went for the hour-long talk. There were 5 other parents there – dragged in during lunch time on Monday and we all sat there dutifully with pens poised over Xeroxed sheets ready to fill out details of our child’s life.

It has been a while since I’ve been around a group of people with special-needs kids. Actually, it has been a long time since I’ve been around a group of parents at all. I get a little tense and overwrought in a group where the focus is primarily the kids. I don’t know why, I just do.

Of course – most of the kids in Edda’s school are autistic – no surprise there. The after-meeting conversations head towards GFCF – soy free diets (no wheat/no dairy/no soy for the uninitiated), biomedical interventions (mega Vitamin A doses and metal chelation to leech out heavy metals) and various benefits of ABA, etc. One mom had even purchased a hyperbaric chamber (!) for use in their home and said that it has worked wonders for her kid.

Am I doing enough for Edda? My expectations remain high for her – we’ve gotten her into the “right” school and have good private therapists and we are doing some things at home, she’s having an active and well rounded life with family and friends. But I haven’t put her on a restricted diet, I haven’t done 40 hours/week of ABA, I haven’t purchase my own pressurized oxygen chamber.

Went for a hike today.

We were suppose to find the rock that was the centerpoint for the film – The Blair Witch Project – it was filmed right on our hiking trail. I’ve never seen the movie and don’t intend to, so I wasn’t dead set on finding it which was great because we didn’t.

Went wading.

So did Ruby.

Jeremy and Vince delittered the trail. Found the normal beer bottles, Coke cans, dirty underwear, rusted BBQ grill and oddly enough, packets of morning glory seeds clearly opened and tossed aside on the trail. Why would someone plant morning glory seeds and then litter the forest floor with the seed packets? Weird.

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Progress on the sweater. I’m having a tough time with my photography these days. I can’t do a closeup on this yarn cabling detail at all. It all washes out into a sea of fuzzy red. So I’m posting a regular project-on-a-sofa picture.

I wasn’t the only one doing a home-ec project.

Beautiful weekend. Headed downtown for some free museum/monument tourist action.

Lots of low light in the museum, the only things that would stay still long enough for me to get a photo were the dinosaurs. I think this diorama must have been around when I was a kid. Grrrr, roar! Slash, bite!

Ahh, the discovery room.

Jeremy and I decided that instead of having another kid, we’ll just adopt this anteater and he will live off of the ants in our kitchen. Ruby will have to share her crate.

Yea! I made a friend in the city! Laff.

Stan, a dude who did the tri with me, We went swimming in south bay with Yi-Ling. And then he drove me, and my bike home to SF, where we hung out, talked about life, and we ate at The Grubstake. I got to try a place on my list!! woo hoo! The Grubstake is a half American diner, with a Portugeuse menu also. Not bad. Good apple pie. I didn’t get to sample the Portugeuse stuff, cause it takes an extra 20 minutes to make. I found the restaurant on my favorite podcast, Check Please, Bay Area, by our friends at KQED.

I like Stan. We talked about a whoke mess of things. Girls, job, life. It almost feels like we’ve known each other for a long time. It’s great!

The ants are taking over the house. Jeremy is not happy.

I started teaching Edda the alphabet. I have no freaking idea if she’s getting it or not, but what the hell – other parents say their daughters can read so what do I have to lose? This was the same time I taught Vince the alphabet. (I also just got tired of buying toys for 6-month-olds.)

I was thinking about buying a loft for my room. This way, I could keep my futon, and roll it out when guests stay over. But I’m sorta stuck on what size mattress to get. Really, I want a full, but it’s only 75″ long. And being 72″ tall, I think that’s going to be a bit too short for me. So I suppose the only options are a Twin XL or a Queen. Who wants a twin these days? But I most definitely don’t want a Queen – it’s waaay too wide. So I’m stuck.

I’m left thinking, I’m not even that tall. What do the people who are 6’3″, 6’5″ do? I guess California King, but really, isn’t that super overkill for a single person?