Month: January 2017

Back to the grind, it was pouring rain here most of the day, so it wasn’t the best day ever weather-wise to haul ourselves out of bed earlier than usual.  During break, Edda was up every day (her usual) at 5, 5:30 am.  The grown-ups took turns getting up at 5, 5:30 am or luxuriously sleeping in until 7:30 (one day I slept in until 8 am (glorious!), but that turned around and bit me in the ass when I couldn’t fall asleep the next night).  Vince often didn’t come out of his room until noon.

Here’s Vince 5 minutes after he woke up and 5 minutes before getting into a car.  He came looking for me to sew a small hole in his sweatshirt.  I’m like, huh?  You gotta leave in 5 minutes and I’m in the middle of my most productive time at work (6:30 am – 8:30 am), you just gotta leave me alone.  And you’ve had that sweatshirt hole for at least a month.

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Jeremy sent Edda off to school in the new orange wheelchair and then did a bike workout in which he watched a video of some other person riding a bike (I found this odd).

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Gong-gong came by in the afternoon for Chinese lessons and he ate some of my pepper-jack cheese and didn’t ask me at all to buy outdated electronic equipment from Amazon.  (True story:  In the past week, I’ve ordered Dad a corded phone & a 1.44 MB floppy disk reader).

Gong gong also ordered Max around and gave her some treats.

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Edda had a nice day today, all smiles and laughs when she came home.  Jeremy made all grilled cheese sandwiches for us for dinner tonight.

Jeremy took some photos of me and a pug (Margaret) at last night’s family dinner.  I want nothing more in life (uh, I guess in death rather) to be reincarnated as a suburban dog.  I’d get to nap a lot, I’d get to eat a lot and people will love me for ME.  Even if I become deaf, hairless, bark at unseeable things incessantly and fart a lot.

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I’m slowly coming to the realization that I think I’m going to miss the Women’s March on the 21st.  I think it might be a big deal but we are suppose to be away on a big weekend get-away, just us grown-ups.  These weekend get-aways are not easily planned, I made child care arrangements way before the election completely forgetting about inauguration weekend, probably thinking then that it would be a NBD weekend, though if the whole thing had gone the other way, it totally would have been a Women’s March with a different tone.   As the Women’s March edges closer in the calendar, I’m hearing more & more chatter about marching in it from my various liberal media sources and then I think I should go, that I shouldn’t miss it.  Blah.

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Edda’s feet make me sad everyday.  I think this one, the right one, is deformed past pretending it’s not deformed or that it’ll get better or that it won’t get worse.  Flared out like a comma from the ankle. Poor thing.  Sometimes I’m overcome by panic that the foot will become deformed so much that she won’t be able to walk anymore.  Then I have to consciously release that panic before it possesses me with an unrelenting grip.  I made these beautiful feet (and spine) in my belly and now I’m powerless to watch it all fall apart in front of me.  Ah, Edda!  I’m trying.  I’m trying.

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My mom gave me this sweater for Christmas and I tried it on today.  I think I need to find an ice rink and learn to do a triple Salchow.

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Megan came by to visit in the afternoon.  She’s home for a bit from travels abroad.  She used to work closely with Jeremy, but now she does other things.

Evidence of last night’s party.  I didn’t hear a peep from the boys until their mothers came to pick them up at 11 this morning.

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Met the sunrise on my run this morning.

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Spent the day cleaning up, the tree came down, boxes got recycled.  I ate a lot of Christmas chocolate.

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On our way to Eric’s for Sunday night dinner.  Vince doesn’t often come to Sunday night dinner these days, though Edda is always up for it.

It was a low turnout tonight.  Just us 5.  We talked a lot about headphones and dogs farting.

I said in my last blog post that I want nothing more than what I have.  That is true.  But I also want to have all the things I don’t have – more time, more ambition, more experiences, more friends, more family, more travel, more creating, more learning, more strength, more patience, more money, more drive, more influence, more love & more work.  Hahahaha.  It’s a little terrible.  Oh well.  Hopefully I’ll get all of next year to work on that.  Someday I’ll open that multi-million dollar medical device company (something with adhesives, they are cool) and then I’ll have to shut down this blog.  Or I probably won’t and this blog will continue.
  
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Vince is hosting our NYE party.  We plan on being asleep at midnight.

Starting the party right with hot dogs and popcorn and holiday crackers.  xoxo, see you all on the other side.