Pokemon, ice cream, retinols.

After playing Pokemon Go daily for about 3 months, I’ve slowly realized that people like having 2 different accounts (at least) and also that (I think) very few people actually walk to the pokestops/gyms. PoGo primarily is a walking/exploring game – it gives you rewards for going places. But lots of people (most?) trick or “spoof” their phones into thinking they are somewhere they are not. But Vince and I promised we wouldn’t “spoof” and we wouldn’t spend money on the game. But the thing about having 2 accounts is nice because you need a friend who is right with you to trade pokemon with you, you can’t do it if you are physically apart (unless you spoof, I guess) – and sometimes there are bonus points or rewards for trading pokemon. But I didn’t want to open 2 accounts because that seemed like out of bounds of the self-imposed rules. So I sheepishly asked Jeremy to open an account on his phone to trade pokemon with me. He agreed and I thought it was going to be a simple – open account, trade three pokemon and then Jeremy wouldn’t open the app again until I need a trade again. But then it turned out that Jeremy needed to reach level 10 to trade with me which is about 3-4 days of play, so he did that. And then we traded my requested 3 pokemon and then…Jeremy kept going. He’s kind of into it. Jeremy texts me about getting coins, about reviving his fainted pokemon, finding new pokemon. He texts Vince about leveling up. Jeremy, even though he is the sweetest/goofiest guy ever, can sometimes come across as serious and intimidating (especially if you get him going about anything about work) – to watch him try to catch pokemon on his phone is actually very amusing and adds levity to the days. He might even curl his tongue across his lip in that look of concentration.

I have been trying recently to be more helpful to Rett research, signing up for various surveys, participating in medical history gatherings. When I was younger and we were doing the fundraising circuit, I wondered where the older parents were. Now I know, they are all tired. I’m tired. Anyways, one of the surveys was about communication. I would still like Edda to communicate better, but honestly, I don’t think she thinks complicated thoughts. Maybe just – my family loves me and I love my family. That is enough. Her clearest communication honestly is about ice cream – Dad, I would like that ice cream. That look is never mistaken. We need to get her a Pokemon Go account so we can all play together with our little avatars.

So I need some skin help. This has been the coldest, driest winter ever and is probably the first winter where my estrogen levels have plummeted. I’ve never use anything on my face. I hardly even use sunscreen (which was probably a bad move given the amount of time I spend outside running around). But now I need to do something. Mostly, everything is dry, dry, dry and I don’t want that tightness across my face. I tried a drugstore retinol cream for night a few weeks ago, and it sent my skin into a flaky red mess (which apparently is pretty standard – one has to build tolerance to it) and I’m still recovering from that. So I stopped the retinol after one use and ever since then even plain moisturizer burns my skin. I’ve never, ever had that problem before, but then again, I never used moisturizer on my face. Maybe I should go back to using nothing and then my face won’t burn or flake and will just go back to “regular”. I’m loathe to spend money on this. I like the way my grandmothers and my mother have aged, they all grew into their 70s and 80s into super cute Asian grandmas. (Your grandma is so cute! Your mom is so cute! Of course they are – super cute.) Of course, they had/have wrinkles, but one earns all of them. I don’t think they used retinols. lol.

Birthday.

We celebrated Sofi’s 11th birthday yesterday on the 7th. Jeremy cooked everything, including the requested carrot cake (we were going to buy the Whole Foods cake, but they stopped making carrot!) and the chicken pot pie. I did the lettering on the cake which I was very pleased with after following a youtube suggestion to score out the letters on the frosting with a toothpick first to help with the spacing. Clever!

I my decluttering journey, I had found this tablecloth in our linens that I had forgotten about and I marveled at its handmade beauty. I pulled it out for this occasion. It was made by Jeremy’s paternal great grandmother, probably in the early 1900s. So maybe 100 years old?

Jeremy on a work call and making pot pie filling.

Look! A party. I kind of can’t believe it. Edda and Scarlett are in on the sneaky photo lol.

Happy birthday Sofie!

Olympics.

We had a nice day yesterday – Sofie and Mike came over for dinner and we talked a lot about learning languages. Sofie picked French out of the middle school offerings of French, Spanish and Chinese. Mike learned German, I learned French, Jeremy learned Russian.

We are excited about the olympics. NBC promised that their peacock channel would be better this time, we were subscribed for the Tokyo ones, but it was a miserable streaming experience and I missed so many things I wanted to see – even after they were over and I wanted to watch the replay. We don’t have cable, we don’t have regular broadcast – we don’t really watch TV programming – so we just subscribed for this. My parents made profiles and when I found out who they picked – well, very funny. Jeremy and I watched a bit together yesterday, they have some preliminaries before opening ceremony and they are streaming some recent world events leading up to the Olympics – a lot of the video is from Europe, so there isn’t any English commentary, there isn’t any commentary at all, so there we were watching some World Cup event for 15K cross country skiing mass start in Europe that happened in January, Jeremy and I commentating it ourselves and not knowing any of the rules or who the favorites are and how long the race is suppose to be. Commentary like – woah! he crashed out of bounds, is he allowed to get back up and keep going or like – do you think they are faster than runners? How much faster? Well they are faster downhill for sure, but uphill? That looks like a very steep hill. High on no-true-information color, low on any sort of analysis.

I will admit to missing the old school prime-time olympic broadcasts (I suspect they still do this, but I honestly have no idea). I know they were US centric and that only the flashy sports got coverage, but I like that everyone was watching the same thing at the same time in the whole country. But I miss the ddaaa-daaa-da-da-da-da-daaa dum-dum-dum… etc. of the whole thing, but I probably am watching the whole thing wrong. I am old and not with it anymore. I get pleasure from sorting out all the expired medication in my cabinet.

Edda and this doggie. They do get along well.

Wordle, Roomba, lice.

A frustrating wordle day (don’t look if you haven’t done it and want to do it!). I’m in a funk. A long time ago, I learned that these funks come and go for no good reason. Everything is as funk-a-licious as it was two days ago, yet two days ago, I was A-OK. haha. Jeremy is like – you are less fun when you are in a bad mood. I’m less fun to be with myself too.

I’m goal-less and just wandering around my life. Jeremy is like – yeah, that’s why you are so good at decluttering the house. I know! I’m like a roomba, bumping and changing directions in random ways and slightly decluttering at the same time and each day, I go back to home base and rest. And that is true. OK, here’s the new goal. I’m going to make it through Middlemarch (which Vickey is 15 chapters ahead of me aiming for a mid-March finish), I’m going to finish the will and get most of Edda’s adult things done and *then* I’m going to figure out the next 10 year plan. My last 10-year plan went super well which was to do this nursing thing, I did not plan on the pandemic to cap it all off, but I made my goal of making back the money I spent on school and meeting lots of people and boy was it a (hopefully) once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Yesterday was de-lice day for Edda. Eliana helped. I think we caught it early, but because we did, a lot of the nits are too small for my highly recommended comb. So I’m going to be handpicking for the next few days.