Rainy and Nasty.

Well, as everyone probably knows, the weather in SF has been horrible for the past week or so. Gale force winds on Friday brought in 4 inches of rain and brought down trees and branches all over the city. It was a mess. The city is still not even remotely close to being clean…

Last night, I was feeling really unmotivated to return home. I had been biking in nastiness all week. The return trip home meant biking in the cold. In the rain. At night. Up a large hill. For the Nth time this week. I just sat in my office sorta gathering my will and strength to mentally prepare myself.

But mentally prepare myself I did. But as I was packing up to leave, I had an “Oh Shit!” moment. I had forgotten my headlamp at home. It was 8pm. It was dark. And cold. And rainy. GRRRRRR!!! No my motivation is really in the dumps and I’m feeling blue. I tried calling Arif, since he lives close to my work, to see if I could bum a ride and a place to sleep, but no cigar. Voicemail. My mood swung further south.

I managed to limp my way to the closest train station. (It’s only down the street, and it’s fairly lighted, so no worries) From there I called all my friends in the city begging for a ride. I’m not about to ride 4 miles home in the dark in the city! Stan – nope. He was in South Bay. Christina – voicemail. Mai-Sie – voicemail. Hrm… I look in my pocket and I have about 15 bucks. Is that enough for a cab? Barely? I was unsure.

In the end, Mai-Sie called me back about 10 minutes into the train ride and she gave me a ride home from the train station. Christina also ended up calling me once I got to SF also, and offered me a ride too, but Mai-Sie was on her way already. I went home, moved my car (good thing I didn’t stay at Arif’s or I would have gotten a parking ticket today), took a HOT shower, and made myself some yummy from scratch pancakes (Thanks Ann.), bacon, and a tall glass of milk. My mood was better knowing that I have some people I can count on in a pinch. 🙂

Therapy time.

On of the things I dislike the most about having a special needs kids is the constant guilt that one has about not spending every minute of the day doing some sort of therapy. Nothing can just be just “for fun”. There is always more stuff to do, more stuff to try and things are so slow with Edda that sometimes, well, often I just throw my hands in the air. Since I’ve been working, I haven’t been in touch with her school, I don’t know what’s going on, I know I should call them more and figure out what they are working on, but I’m just lame.

I just want to whine a little! I’ll be all better tomorrow, I promise.

Jeremy is starting his real job tomorrow! Wish him luck!

(PS Donald, I love the little flash.)

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New Year’s Resolutions.

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Last year’s resolutions are all touchy-feely.

Let’s go for some more concrete resolutions this year.

Hmm…

  • Find a great hair stylist who I like and won’t charge an arm and a leg. I don’t like to get my hair cut because I can’t find someone I like and therefore I’m starting to look like a yeti.
  • Get back into running and run outside during lunch.
  • Spend more time with friends.
  • Concentrate more time on raising research funds for Rett Syndrome. I did a little last year and did pretty well, but I know I can do better!