Tuesday.

I am suffering from some sort of weird allergy thing.  During the day, my ears are clogged, I can’t hear anything and I can feel the congestion behind my Eustachian tubes.  I feel kind of lousy.  And then, magically, at 4:30 pm, it clears up and I feel great.  I’m suppose to be a morning person and not a night person!

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Vince went to Court of Honor tonight and he didn’t want to go because he thought he wouldn’t get any badges, but he did get a few.  The coveted one was the Ironman award for working an insane number of hours for the fair.

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And Donald’s generosity is shared again when I gave Keyla my old iPhone 5.  That iPhone 5, Donald gave to me when he upgraded.  Keyla was absolutely thrilled.  Now we joke that Keyla has a better phone than Jeremy or Vince.  Both the boys love their Androids.  And, truth be told, I would have an Android as well if it weren’t for Donald.  I wouldn’t pay the extra premium for an Apple.

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Walk Way Along the Addition

Mom started a new project – walkway along the addition.  This time, we decided to built it on the cheap.  All the materials are left-over(s) or defected ones which are 70% off the marked price.  This wood is always painted with a purple strip.  But after cutting and choosing, it is as good as a new one, especially with a piece only 36″ (standard walkway width) long.  
When defected material runs out, I will stop building and waiting for the those materials show up in the store again.
For safety, I curtained off this area with a red tape (3rd picture) to remind Mom that this is an area with un-even surface (picture two) which may pose tripping hazard.

25th high school reunion.

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I went to my high school 25th reunion on Saturday night.  I saw many old friends, a ton who are still local and I’m embarrased to say that I haven’t seen them since the last reunion.  Lana drove me and we arrived right on time – early birds.  I was thinking about the previous reunions that I’d gone to, the 10th and the 20th, but this one was the funnest of them all.  I think I’m more relaxed these days or maybe I just drank more this time or something.  I’m willing to talk to anyone about anything.  So I talked about gestational pregnancies, tiger parenting, summer camps, autism, vineyards, parents, running for political office and then lots of goofy stuff.

Abe flew in from California for the reunion and he brought his whole family and he really wanted to meet Jeremy and the kids, so we invited him over to Sunday night dinner.

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The kids seemed to get along – there was a lot of wrestling and later, we did set up a small fire on the deck to burn stuff.

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We also had Leah and Avery staying at the house, so they were there too at Sunday night dinner where we talked a lot about gluten.

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And my great acheivement of the week:  I fixed the dryer by myself!  Sunday morning, we were both exhausted and had already apologized in advance to each other for any lack-of-sleep snappish behavior, when Jeremy lamented that he was out of clothes and did I think I could fix the dryer that morning because he didn’t think he had any more clothes he could wear to work.  He was at the point of wanting to string up a zig-zag clothes line up and down our stairwell.  I suggested we just keep buying new underwear which I think is a classic solution.   For the repair, I get extra points beacuse I didn’t have to buy anything new.  Just the internets and a star shaped screwdriver that I already own.

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Every nice thing.

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I was at the hospital all day yesterday with the tiniest of babies and I came home at 6pm.  The kids had been fed dinner, Vince was gone.  I helped Keyla clean up all the dishes and chatted with her about babies and families and high school reunions. I was tired, I’d been up late the night before reminiscing with Jeremy and something about clinical wipes me out. I think it’s because I’m in a new section of the hospital each week, I meet new people and then, all day, I feel like I’m in their way and I can’t even be a smidge helpful because don’t even know where the water dispensers/alcohol wipes/diaper creams are.  About 7:30pm, I shuttle Edda upstairs into my room and sit down at my work desk to login to see how a few things went for the day and I find the above package at my work station.  Confused, I looked at it a bit more carefully.  A full minute passes before I realize that my little brother has given me a phone!  He gives me expensive gifts on ordinary days.  You know, I don’t care much about possessions, they don’t occupy very much of my thoughts, I don’t ever really covet any particular thing.  But these surprises warm my heart, that my brother thinks of things that I consider so luxurious and frivolous and gets them for me.  He knows in a million years, I would never, never buy these things for myself.  He’s also spending his weekend in Portland helping the parents set up a new Mac workstation and prepping them to get their smartphones over Thanksgiving.  My mom is learning to text.  A nice guy, my brother.

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Argh…

Dog walking in the moonlight.

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I can no longer tell what day of the week it is.  The kids have off random days for holidays I don’t celebrate.  Jeremy is traveling tomorrow morning and through the weekend.  I work my job all days of the week and do schoolwork most days of the week too.

As we head into this weekend, here’s what we have on tap:  Jeremy – traveling to Cambridge, giving a talk on Saturday, coming back late Sat night.  Doris – working in the NICU tomorrow & putting in a couple of hours regular work and closing out the end of the fiscal year by 9/30.  High school reunion on Saturday night!  Vince – he’s going camping Friday night into Sunday with the scouts, he needs to bring his bike.  Edda – new childcare provider coming over on Saturday to work some hours, hopefully it will be a regular thing. We have guests for the weekend too (we warned them we’d be a little scarce), which means Edda’s sleeping in our room.  And we are hosting Sunday night dinner at the house.  I was getting a little nervous about the whole weekend, it’s a little busy.  And my ambitous, Type-A clinical group has been texting like crazy all day for a project that is due 10/9!  

Then at 4:30 pm today, our dryer broke.  We have a backup dryer (everyone needs one of those) and it turns out that it’s broken too.  We are unable to do laundry.

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Maybe I should just switch to indoor line drying.  I’m not going to be able to get to the dryer until Tuesday at the earliest.  Sigh.

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Sundry items.

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I think I am the recipient of a food donation.

I spend some time filling out forms for Edda.  I do not go around thinking that I’m extra-super-competent or anything, but for form filling-out, I think I’m smarter than the average bear.  But these Medicaid / waiver / funding forms are not helpful.  Who is the vendor?  Who is the provider?  What are the eligibility dates? Can I ask for reimbursement or only future payment?  I’m befuddled.

Anyways, I went to a meeting to learn about how to fill out a form (which should be self-explanatory).  The meeting was from 3-6 on a Monday (who, besides a person with an extremely flexible job, can go to a Monday meeting from 3-6?)  I met with an unhelpful person, who, when I asked what I should put down as the “vendor” or “provider” looked at me and said, well, you tell me! Lady, if I knew what to put down, I would not have shuffled my schedule around to come to this meeting.

They were starting to clear the chairs, there weren’t many people left. I finally met with a more helpful person who guided me (like a 2nd grader) to fill out three lines on the form and I was pleased and thanked her profusely.   Even though I got help with the form, I’m still not betting on it going through the first time.  As I’m thanking her, she asks with a bright smile, would you please fill out a form to get a food basket?  I said slowly – uh, sure!  So I filled out a form and I gave it back to her and then I was about to duck out of the meeting.  But then she tracked me down and said, wait!  your food basket!  I said that I really didn’t need the food basket.  She insisted.  She said that it would really be helpful for her if I took the food basket.  So I took it.  Inside: peanut butter, jelly, tuna, Cheerios, rice and some can of beans.  And this is how I ended up being a food donation recipient.