Week’s over.

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Edda is up all hours of the night and at 8 am, here she is passed out on the couch.  Jeremy’s headed out to California starting tomorrow for a week and I’m trying not to think too hard about the night time work that’s in store for me (and then prepping for the am bus pickup which Jeremy is 100% in charge of (unless he’s in California, then it gets delegated to me)).  It will be fine and it’s not that much night time work, it’s just mostly chopped up sleep with cartoon soundtracks in the background and then every once in a while, she sits on my head.  I’m ever hopeful that Edda’ll switch back soon to sleeping through the night.  Or at least until 5am.  At least she is generally delighted when she’s awake in the middle of the night.

Edda was sleeping on our couch at 8 am today, a Friday, because she had another orthotics appointment.  The foot braces look great in the very fashionable, geriatric, diabetic-type shoe.  Ankles look straight and she doesn’t get blisters from them.  The back brace seems a little off, I’ll have to search down the “in-brace” x-ray from the orthopedic surgeon.  And we were there for a new arm brace which is suppose to help Edda bend her arm a little without having her hand immediately go into her mouth.  But Edda defeated it in 30 seconds.  So no new arm brace.

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At the beginning of the week, we assign each day to a person to cook dinner – well everyone except Edda.  But she gets a bye because she can’t use her hands.  I forgot to cook dinner on Tuesday, my night, and I’m terrible at last minute things, so Jeremy pinch cooked my night.  And tonight was Jeremy’s night, but Vince has a Chinese project due on Monday where he has to recount his experience ordering food at a Chinese restaurant.  We went to our favorite (A&Js) and told the waitress that he was practicing.  He asked for a table for 6 people, asked for ice water and Cokes, ordered all the food, asked for forks, and then finally asked for the bill.  His two pals (both taking Spanish, not Chinese, asked for all the same things in Spanish to each other).  He didn’t pay the bill though.  He let us do that.  Which is fine because we are always looking for an excuse to go out to A&Js.

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Music this week:

Music that I’m listening to this week:

Good old JT.  Fun song:

Meghan Trainor – Me Too.  Heard this first in the car and I was a little turned off despite the cute beat, when she said “If I was you, I’d wanna be me too, I’d wanna be me too” but this video gives it cuteness.

I laughed at this song which is funny,  love a rap song talking about saving money in a 401K.  Video is slightly raunchy, please overlook.

I ain’t parkin’ that unless the meter green, homie 
Hair cut several months in-between, homie 
Hit the motherfuckin’ lights when I leave, homie 
Single ply TP ass bleed 
Air B&B the mother fucker, least I’m never there 
I’m not in Cali, why the fuck my company in Delaware? 
Happy hour takin’ out the chicken, I don’t even care 
That applies to both dating and wings 
Peep matinees phone bill got the motherfuckin’ fam on it 
401k rollin’ over bands on it 
Coppin’ sweaters in the summer with the sale on it 
The fuck you rappers bragging bout? You overpay for it

Wed.

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The thing that kills me about Vince’s math class is that they use a TI-84 graphing calculator.  I don’t think algebra needs to use a graphing calculator – but they are plotting data and figuring out correlation coefficients and getting best fit lines.  I just don’t like looking at the math homework and seeing some problem and thinking to myself – wow, that’s a little complicated to figure out by hand, and then Vince is like, “that’s when we enter it in the graphing calculator”.  I hate the graphing calculator so much that I refuse to purchase it for home use when they told us to do it at back-to-school night and it’s coming around to biting me in the ass because his final project is all graphing calculator based.  Then Vince has no idea how to figure it out using anything different than the TI-84, leaving me to figure out some online emulator this week to mimic a graphing calculator.

Vince is experimenting with a new “signature”.

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Jeremy and I snagged the last ten minutes of happy hour at World of Beer.  $4 beer, $5 eats, and $6 cocktails.  World of Beer opened last week in our neighborhood, we can walk home.

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Then I brushed Ruby’s fur and created a mat of dog hair at our local park.

Try try again.

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When I was younger, I was keen on doing something and then crossing it off the list and then moving onto the next thing.  I never wanted to do the same thing over and over again.  Every chore was a chore.  Every obligation an obligation.

Now I try to enjoy doing the exact same thing over and over again, with almost no expectation of success or forward accomplishment.  Feed Edda, use bib to wipe her mouth.  Cajole Vince into doing daily Chinese vocab.  Pick up trash around the house.  Mow lawn.  Wipe table.  Put away shoes. Work.  Work some more.  Negotiate with Jeremy logistics of the week.  Pick up dog poop.  Invite friends over.  Fight.  Make up.  Argue again.  Make up again.  Pay bills.  Go for a walk.  Get too tired, sad, angry, happy, excited and then all over again.  Then do all that again.

Look at the weeds that have grown up around the side of the house.  I hate weeding.  But I will weed.  And I will try to like weeding.  And I know in another 5 weeks, I’ll have to weed again.  And I’ll try to like weeding again.