Lake of Insanity, Katherine’s birthday, Edda’s grumps.

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Impromptu road trip to Bard to celebrate Kiki’s birthday.  We left after work on Friday night.

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It was a super cold weekend, but we did OK.  Ice started to form around my favorite Bard art installation which I like to call the Lake of Insanity, but it’s really called the Parliament of Reality.

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Edda had a less than perfect weekend – she seemed to moan a lot which Jeremy thought it was because she’s constipated.  Here she is smiling at her cousins’ photos and the little lit Christmas tree.

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We saw Jeremy’s high school pal, Katherine who recently moved close to Bard with her two kids.  Vince had come to Bard with his own friend, Sam.  So we threw the four boys together and hoped for the best.  They are at the age where the easy playdate is not really easy and it’s hard to predict if four teenage boys will even speak to each other.  I did anticipate this before we left for the trip and suggested that Vince bring Cards Against Humanity, which they did play and then start talking to each other – though I had to ask for forgiveness from Katherine that the boys were playing a racy game.

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Evening birthday party for Katherine.  Lots of people.  Lots of cheese.

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Jeremy and Edda in the morning.

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An early morning run with Bob to Montgomery Place.

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Brunch with Emy and Seth.  Try to ignore Edda’s grumps.  She did break into a wide smile (in front of my mother-in-law!) as soon as we packed into the car to leave – to which I scolded her for being so blatant in her feelings about this road trip.  I was searching for the word – Edda!  You need to be more…  and then Katherine supplied the word – diplomatic!  Edda, be more diplomatic in your feelings about the trip, we know you love home, but your Bard home is a very nice place too.

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School pickup, rubric, towards.

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At school pickup yesterday – dabbing with Sam.  Can I tell you how much of a better person Vince is than I am?  He is kinder, more generous, friendlier person.  He is nice to all special needs kids – he’s willing to play with all of them.  I can’t remember the number of times he has been in waiting rooms full of special needs kids who are talking incoherently, looking off into space, physically disabled, or flapping their hands and without a hint of hesitation Vince just starts engaging them in play.  The mom of the other kid usually will watch with wide open eyes and mouth agape and will rush over to me and will say, “I have never seen ____ play that way.  Can I have your number?  Let’s set up a play date.”  Nowadays, he doesn’t get a ton of opportunity to see other special needs kids on his own, but he’ll still be willing to go on “playdates” if I ask him as a favor.  He will take $20 of his own money and spend it all down to make sure all his friends get to share popcorn, see the movie, get jawbreakers if his pals are short on funds.  He forgives me over and over again for the missteps I do as his mother, every time I raise my voice or mete out punishment too harshly. All these good qualities come from his father.  I’m always learning to cultivate these traits in myself by taking cues from Jeremy and Vince.

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What is my skill that I contribute?  It’s being a good student.  These days, in light of all the things going on in the world, I’ve been thinking it’s such a useless talent.  What good is doing all of your homework or following a rubric or whatever it is that I’m good at when the world needs kindness and generosity?  Anyways, I’m a naive, naive person when it comes to Vince and schoolwork.  He is doing better, but it’s so many little things that I didn’t think that I’d need to teach him because it is so obvious to me.  For example (above just knowing the material), he ran out of time on a math test and lost points.  I asked how he did the test – he said there were 10 questions and he got stuck on #6 and then ran out of time.  I’m like – oh – that’s not how you take a test.  You run through the test, answer all the questions you can easily first marking and skipping the ones that are hard (60% of the time), then go back and work on the hard ones (20% of the time), and then double check everything (10% of the time) – then you have 10% of time left over in case any of those steps go haywire.  Then there is the above science rubric.  Setting aside how much I dislike the assignment in terms what I think should be assigned in a science class, there is the skill of making it easy for the teacher to want to give you all the points.  Which means starting each sentence with the prompt of each point of the rubric and marking each section clearly.  1.  Changes in gene are responsible for cell cycle related mutations and loss of control because…. 2. The data says that inherited risk vs environmental risk…  Would I ever write a paper in this way about biology and cancer if I had my own free will disconnected from the constraints of the rubric? No, never, it’s a terrible paper.  But all I’m trying to do is maximize the points from the directions of the rubric.  And Vince’s project kinda covers all the rubric points, but not so clearly that the teacher can just go, check, check, check.  Also, this is a quasi-group project and Vince is less willing than I am to disregard his team’s input even though they are taking him in the wrong (scientific) direction.  He is more concerned with the smooth functioning of the team than forcing on them the answer that I know the teacher wants.  So when he brings home the result of the team’s discussion (let’s fund a bladder cancer treatment center rather than the more obvious and easier defended breast or prostate cancer center), I’m like – well, we could argue that, but the data doesn’t bear it out, it would be a more complicated argument to sustain; he first thinks about his team and what they would say rather than immediately changing directions (as I would) to be a rogue breast cancer center builder.

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On the Metro platform last night, I asked Jeremy if it was worth still working on all this with Vince.  Because it’s always a tradeoff, there is me pushing and him resisting.  There is tension where I want only good will.  There is elevated stress in both of us which bothers me.  I’m a big fan of de-escalation, of diffusing the stress.  I’m conflicted and it’s a shit-ton of patient, close work.  Jeremy counters my ask by pointing out that while I have more conflict with Vince than he does, I’m rewarded with more closeness with him as well.  I do get the funny teenage stories of sneaking out at 2 am, of various mild adventures and lots of snuggles still (though not for very much longer I suspect) all of which I lovelovelovelove.

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Last night we went to Jeremy’s work party.  The mood was festive despite the recent turn of world events.

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As the tension in the world escalates, I find that it is spilling over into the household.  We are more on edge with each other – a little more wounded in our daily lives.  I’ve had to stop looking at Facebook, Instagram – so much shrillness from all sides.  I hesitate to read the news because it makes me anxious.  Jeremy and I are bickering a little more than usual – with the universal marriage refrains of (from both of us and not so clearly worded at times) – “I’m doing so much for the family and feel taken advantage of” and “You are not listening to me, not hearing what I want/need”.  When we start talking about what’s bothering us, the same sentences could come from either/both of our mouths.  Our marriage, one of the most even-steven even among the general cohort of marriages which strive for even-steven-ness, has always been low on bickering and still remains very low, but even a slight uptick, can be send the world slightly askew.

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So in this season, I’m trying to be more generous and kind even though the world does seem to be going the other direction.  To turn towards each other rather than away.  Towards love, kindness and generosity!

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Sunrise, time trial, Adriana’s birthday.

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Gorgeous sunrise this morning.

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Jeremy did a 20 min time trial on his bike this morning to measure his FTP.  FTP is not file transfer protocol (which is the first thing I think of when someone says FTP), rather, it’s functional threshold power – a measure of how fit you are on the bike.

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Data from the time trial.  This is way too much sporting data for me, but Jeremy seems to enjoy it.

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Edda is so happy these days.

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Adriana, who helps out with Edda on Mon and Wed nights, has a birthday tomorrow, we celebrated with a lot of flames!

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Cookie competition, Christmas decoration, TP & Cheerios …. Vincent was here

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Today was the last day of the cookie competition at work. Jeremy had to hand over his title to this year’s winner – Jana. I don’t think he was too devastated that he lost in the first round this year.

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The finalists and the big winner!

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Christmas stuff is going up at the house.  I’m not an enthusiastic Christmas decorator, but up it goes.  Slowly.

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The Christmas decorating is propelled forward by Vince’s gung-ho-ness.

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Slow news day here.  We got a bunch of toilet paper delivered.

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And Cheerios.  We get lots of stuff delivered to the house.  Now we are fully stocked.  Come over anytime. (8 BOXES!!!!! -Vincent)

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Suit, Chinese test, cable solution.

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Vince is rocking Jeremy’s all black suit.  He needs a suit for next week’s orchestra performance.  All I had to do was order the bow tie.  Those are the shoes Jeremy wore at our wedding.  They are too small for Jeremy now (somehow he grew a shoe size or he bought these slightly too small), but they will do for Vince.

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Two goofballs studying for a Chinese exam tomorrow.

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Saving us from ourselves.  For years, we’ve had this central charging station that always gets decimated – we pull wires from it when we can’t find our other wires and then when you need a particular charging wire, it’s gone from its proper place.  Today, Jeremy bought a 10-port USB charging box and semi-permanently attached the wires so that none of us will pull the wires from it.  Now we can charge Android phones, old iPads, lightening cable iPhones, old microUSB devices.  I think we have only 4 kinds of wires.  I’ll have to check.  We’ll see how long this lasts.

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Poker, Cheetos, spoon rings.

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Saturday night in Rockville!  Holiday parties galore.  I went to these parties on my own which takes a bit of psyching up for me, but I’m glad I did because I had a good time.

First up, poker night – Texas Hold ’em.  $20 buy-in.  35 people.  Prompt start at 7:30 pm.  Random table assignments brought me to sit at the dealer position at my table.  I asked if I start the deal with 5 cards?  Or maybe 7 cards?  Turns out you start with a deal of 2 cards.  Slightly embarrassing, maybe I should have read up on poker beforehand just a tiny bit.  I learned all these words:  burn a card, big blind, little blind, check, button.  I already know “fold” from that Kenny Rogers song.  I did have a really nice evening learning about poker for about an hour before I lost all my money and I ate a lot of Cheetos and melted cheese dip which always makes a good dinner, but something about risking money and bluffing (aka lying) and chance makes it all the things I get nervous and anxious about even though I know I’m suppose to do it for fun and have already agreed with myself that I’m willing to lose the $20.

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I actually needed to lose the money quickly, so I could go to the 2nd party and be home by 10 pm because I like to party not-hard (the poker game, I found out today, lasted until 2 am).  I went to a more traditional holiday party where the host’s brother was selling jewelry made out of tableware.  I bought a ring made from a small spoon.  And I had a nice chat about old fashioned DC law firms which are slowly disappearing. I didn’t make it home by 10, I was about 30 min late on my own personal curfew.

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IEP, ice hockey, drills.

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On Friday, Jeremy and I went to Edda’s school for the annual IEP meeting.  Individual Education Program? Planning?  Anyways, we went in confident and happy.  Gone (for now, who knows about the future) are the days where I’d have to clear the whole day after the meeting to just cry and feel sorry for myself.  Edda’s happy = I’m happy.  Edda’s team at Cabin John are professional and caring and are working on goals that are appropriate for Edda.  I especially love her OT who is working on hand grabbing and releasing – mainly with food as a motivator.  We’ve seen it a few times at home, where Edda’ll grab a forkful of food and put it to her mouth.  Edda’s working in the cafeteria loading bags of chips into a machine? or into a rack?  All teachers and therapists say that she’s more willing to work on her goals this year as opposed to last year where she would pull her hands away, or fall asleep or give them the side eye glare.   Goals and progress – Edda’s taught me that there is honor in getting up everyday and trying and then not making very much progress and then getting up again and trying again.  What’s that line about imagining Sisyphus happy?  Oh yes, Camus.  Hmmm, maybe he’s not the most cheerful guy?…oh well.

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After the meeting we went to Montgomery Mall food court for lunch.  We were there at the same time as Churchill’s open lunch.  I could not stop looking at the ice hockey team. Twelve guys, dressed up in ties (an away game?) and with their varsity jackets on.  Those guys are Vince’s age, and really, they look so handsome, such young men.  What happened to our children?  What is happening to us? I’m so far from that age now – did we look that way when we were 16 hanging out at the mall?  Full of confidence and youthfulness?  I guess so.  I can’t really believe it.

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Dad’s double drills were delivered a few days ago.

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He promptly went to work building this stand:

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For his very own beer fridge.  He intends to also put sliced ham and cheese in it to make himself a ham and cheese sandwich whenever he wants to.

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Andy, bow, pomodoro.

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I met up with Andy for lunch today.  We went to Jimmy Johns – my favorite sandwich place.  I like to get the roast beef and then put potato chips into the sandwich and eat it all together.  Crunch, crunch, crunch.  We talked a lot about horses and cinematography.  Also books!  I met Andy through an online book club.  Andy reads a lot of books (probably more than one a week), but he’s a book thrifter, so I can’t resist getting him new-ish books that I think he might like.  This time I got him Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman and Ready Player One by Earnest Cline.  I’ve read neither – though Jeremy loved Thinking Fast and Slow and Ready Player One is being made into a movie by Steven Spielberg for release in 2018.

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Vince got his new, fancy to him (though still not fancy in the world of fancy violins and bows), carbon fiber violin bow.  When I told Bob that Kelly (Vince’s violin teacher) told me that Vince’s old bow wasn’t worth rehairing, he was shocked.  Shocked!  I forget what Bob said exactly, but it was something like – that’s like giving away the dog when he needs a good grooming.

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This term, though a slog as it always is midway through any term, is going well for Vince.  He’s really tracking his assignments much better, he’s preparing for tests, he’s following rubrics.  It’s so much better than last term, though exhaustion does set in for both him and me.  I’m trying to go incrementally and not demand perfection which is my tendency and which is not Vince’s tendency. There are pros and cons to each approach, I see how trying to perfect things led me to lots of heartache and grief.  There is a sweet spot in there, trying hard but not too hard. Now comes the real challenge for Vince to manage.  It’s the challenge of writing your paper on the laptop and then not getting sucked into the vortex of the internet.  This is the productivity trap we all suffer from.  I told him my tricks, the main one being the 20 min on, 5 min off trick (which I’ve now learned is called the pomodoro technique).   Twenty min of focused concentration and then a 5 min break set with a true timer or stopwatch.  I did this way back in college when I’d study two days for every exam.  Hours and hours in the library and the internet didn’t even exist back then.  My 5 min break would be sneaking (who was I sneaking from?  myself?  I’m ridiculous.) upstairs to the 2nd floor where the MIT library inexplicably had a subscription to People Magazine. I felt so efficient back then.  I’m much less efficient now.  I can tell when I try to study this second time around, my brain is sloppier and clumsier.  It’s less certain with twirling the information around like a baton aflame and throwing it up in the air and catching it behind my back with my eyes closed.  I can do it, but I drop it more often on the floor than I used to.