Author: Doris

OK, I had this great week of vacation and I disconnected and thought about nothing and then I headed…into a week of chaos. The night before I headed home from Vermont, Jeremy told me that Edda was going into one of her cluster seizures. This one was a little more confusing because she had some breakthrough seizures during the benzo bridge that we regularly administer. Because of this, she’s been on the bridge longer than usual – now 5 days and has missed many days of her day program. We’ve been back and forth with CHOP and her new primary care doctor who wanted to admit her to the local hospital to do imaging for..you know, a brain tumor. But we didn’t want to do that and neither did CHOP. And we didn’t do it, but we thought about doing it for about six hours which stressed me out (how the hell am I going to fit a 24-36 hour admission into this week!). But now I’m past it.

Also on the way home, my parents called and told me that my mom had broken her shoulder by tripping over a baby gate at a friends’ house and it’s her dominant arm. She broke it on Monday and didn’t tell me until Friday which I guess is somewhat OK because I had my vacation oblivious to this situation because I’m sad now and I would have been sad during the vacation as well. Also, they have no air conditioning at their house because…they used to not need it, but Portland is headed into three days of a heat wave and their solution is to eat watermelon.

Edda completely zonked out on benzos for 5 days…poor girl.

Also, Vince is in town – after a great DC conference while I was in Vermont. He was able to extend his trip an extra week to see all of us. He hasn’t been home in years! We’ve seen him other places and often on Facetime. It’s lovely to have him to ourselves. The house objects have moved around and he notes it and he also remembered that we used to bolt down charging cords in the common areas to prevent teenage theft and now we don’t do that anymore because we don’t steal our own cords, but it did cross Vince’s mind to take one of those unbolted down cords to his room and then he was like…I am the problem. It’s great to have him in town, he’s seeing friends and sleeping a bunch. I don’t see much of him, but we had to cede an entire bedroom to him (his old room which is my office now, so I moved my office into Edda’s room so I can have her zonked out right next to me all day)

I also headed back into a weekend filled with church stuff, there is a new minister in town (I like her! Thank goodness!) which involved a three-hour Saturday tour/lunch of the property and Sunday service with a welcome potluck for 75. I’m not doing any of the logistics for this, but I’m there with a smile and some baked goods.

Ning Brian and kids showed up on Sunday night, we gave them the primary bedroom with the king bed and a blow up queen mattress and a cot and a tremendous amount of room. We moved out of this room and into Jeremy’s office with a queen sized bed. When they first heard they were getting the primary room, they were like – we can sleep on the couch and I was like – absolutely no couch sleeping! No one is sleeping on a couch. We are all too old and too tired for that shit. They are the easiest guests ever, out of the house at 8-9 am and back home at like 9 pm! And they walk the dog too! (Everyone wants to walk the dog.)

And then on Sunday night I went to see Weird Al Yankovic with Lexy which was a great, fun concert. The tickets were bought months ago and would I have done this during this crazy time? No not really, but I had a nice time and I got home at midnight and couldn’t sleep for an hour at least in Jeremy’s office. Lol. I learned about “chimping”.

Life is lifing along. I’m having a good time.

Sometimes I think Elka would do better in a household with little kids.

The best part of the trip were the people. We were very lucky to have a small-ish group of seven and, for the most part, walked together most days. We learned a lot about each other.

William, Megan, Doris, Cindy, Ivy, Kerry and Maggie!

Here we are at the finish – the Inn Victoria where we started!

The hike was organized by this group of 4 bed-and-breakfasts about 10 miles away from each other. They moved the luggage from one inn to the other and three other groups started at the same time we did. We would have a lovely breakfast at one inn and they would send us off and the next inn would meet us with a snack plate and clean rooms and then they would cook a lovely dinner that we would eat family style.

I took some trekking poles and I learned to walk with them – there is a special rhythm to them. It took me about 5 miles to concentration before I could really walk without thinking about it. I think they really helped on the uphills – I used them to kind of propel me up the hills.

It wasn’t “hiking” per se it was walking on quiet dirt/gravel roads.

Megan and I went on a four night hiking trip inn-to-inn in Vermont. It was magic and one of the best vacations I’ve been on (Jeremy was a little like…what? really? implying what about us?). I did not want to come home which is very unusual for me for a vacation, I’m usually always ready to go back to reality. But I wish walking 4-5 hours a day in summer Vermont everyday was my reality.

We split the drive up into two sections – starting on Saturday, we went to Dia Beacon. As soon as we pulled up into the parking lot and got out, Megan said – we are not dressed well enough. No one is wearing jeans. Hahaha, yes, there is an unspoken dress code for NYC suburb art museums. And it does not really match suburban Maryland dress code. It was fun and also absurd as these things go, Megan constantly asking ChatGPT about the art – at some point we told it that we were standing right in front of the piece and our AI friend said something like – Amazing! You are so lucky!

We stayed one night at a room in a person’s house that I rented from Airbnb. It got like so many five star reviews, and the person is so nice…but it smelled like cat pee. Not the bedroom itself, but the common areas. I mean, we rented it knowing there were resident cats and almost because it had resident cats, but it was problematic and I hate leaving bad reviews. But I did just now.

Sunday, we drove to Bard. A place that I thought that I’d never be back at – but I saw the old house and I took Megan on a tour around campus. I know I was behaving as if I owned the place – opening doors to empty buildings and trying out different paths. We saw the art museum on campus which we enjoyed more than the Dia Beacon.

Megan worked at a summer camp in the area and also remembered Holy Cow, so we got ice cream! I can’t believe these two ice creams with sprinkles and chocolate dip was only $3.50!

Loves, it was a beautiful summer day yesterday and Kristen and I headed out to paddle! I don’t think I’ve unfurled my paddleboard for a few years and Kristen was out on the water on Monday – hahaha. This is the state of our lives, Kristen loves the water and wants to be near the water and wears blue all the time and I apparently just like water. There was a little moment there where my paddle board wouldn’t inflate, but Kristen figured it out and all was well.

Kristen mentioned that her and her husband had a weekend away without kids for the first time in like 6-7 years and it just floored me. Her two kids are like 19 and 21 and I was under the impression that all couples with typical kids go away for the weekend, like…all the time! I imagine that I would with Jeremy if Edda was able to make her own sandwiches. I went home and I asked Jeremy when the last time we went away for the weekend and concluded that it must have been before the pandemic (but it’s not true, now I remember we went away for one night to see friends in Delaware where we caught our first case of covid).

We have had planned weekends away from Edda, but they have been…odd. We stay within driving distance of the house and go at odd times of the year and it seems kind of pointless and we do worry about Edda while we are away. Jeremy has no interest in seeing Europe, he’s like we did all the traveling before we had kids! He only wants to go places where he can climb up a very tall mountain. I want to see things, but not “tourist places”. I’m really not interested in the Louvre or Big Bend or the place in the US where you go through the little tunnels and light comes in through the tops of the slit in the earth and you have to shove all the other tourists out of the way to make it seem like no one else is in this canyon besides yourself. My favorite vacation is to go somewhere and see friends along the way and eat pizza. I really enjoyed our cross country trips with the dog. I’m kind of not willing to fly somewhere with Jeremy (who I literally spend 24 hours a day with normally) and be that far away from Edda with her random seizures and the caregivers that we have wouldn’t be able to cover the entire day/night anyways. And mostly, we like being at home and with each other. Jeremy makes meals that are better than most restaurant meals, I make desserts better than most bought desserts. Our house is very nice, we like each other. Travel is a lot of trouble. Hahaha. And money. And Ginny asked us if we did travel points via credit cards and we do not because…1) it’s too much to keep track of (I’m already having trouble just keeping track of the credit cards themselves. I have had to order THREE new credit cards in the last few months because of misplacements – at least one of which I found after I ordered the new one already – granted these are Edda’s credit cards so they flit in/out of the house with different people and at different times in different bags/wallets), 2) it’s a rich person’s game and I tend to not like that kind of stuff and 3) we don’t really enjoy traveling in a way that would use points well – like we like to stay in nondescript hotels and eat in ethnic hole-in-the-walls.

I had to kind of sneak out of the house because Elka has an uncanny way of knowing when I’m going to see Kristen. I usually start bustling a rushing around at 8:30 am and Elka’s like – OMG we are going on a super long hike with KRISTEN! But I couldn’t bring Elka onto the water, so…slinking out of the house was for me.

Jeremy loves me so much, he bought me a cordless weed wacker. He knows me so well! I’m going to head out to wack some weeds.

As we grow older, I feel like Jeremy has really gone for measuring and collecting data, and I’m going more towards throwing all that stuff away. Jeremy measures his sleep, steps, heart rate, heart rate while sleeping, blood pressure, weight. All the biking parameters – workout, distance, power, recovery. He wants to do even more, glucose monitoring. He gets mad at his AI watch telling him – you are really ready for a workout! or your workout was too hard! or you need a rest day! As if you can’t really feel it yourself? I measure my weight and my blood pressure daily, but other than that, I try to throw it all away. When Paul was coaching my running, I did much more tracking of my running – the speed at which I did all the workouts, how fast I could run a mile, a 400s, whatever. When I was really, really into it, I could dial in my pace on the track to the correct prescribed pace by feel and not look at my watch.

Anyways, for about a year, I shifted the focus of my workouts to weightlifting and cut back on running and it was…ok. I don’t really mind weightlifting, but it doesn’t really feel like a workout to me. I mean I can spend an hour at it, but at the end, I’ve not sweated, I’m not really even that tired (and it turns out, I’m not very good at it (which is fine, but..also slightly discouraging). And then it turned out that I procrastinated on those workouts and my exercise routine was all wonky and out of sorts. So I switched back to running more a few weeks ago and not just running running (plodding along), but slotting in some intervals or sprints which I have not done in a long time and it feels good to me. You have to kind of learn to be not beholden to the number on the watch or the treadmill. I’m so much slower and heavier than I was even 5 years ago, but I’m not really chasing a number, I’m chasing a feeling.

I miss baking for a crowd! I used to bake twice a week (once for choir and once for Sunday service), but now I hardly bake at all because I have no one to give it to and we are trying to not be slightly chubbier than we are now. I had thought that I might make a zucchini chocolate cake for last Sunday’s service, but the timing didn’t work out, but I made Jeremy buy a zucchini on Saturday and so there was one/two staring at me each time I opened the refrigerator door. So I made it last night and it’s DELICIOUS. So delicious that I think we might eat the entire 9″ cake in three hours. So I froze most of it to try to slow us down. I asked Jeremy if he could taste the zucchini and he said, it was practically a salad, but cooked. So we are dutifully avoiding the stomach parasite that is going around.

Our prescription meds have jumped the shark. It is the moment of inflection where my memory vs the number of medications have stopped coexisting in harmony. Remember when you were like 12 or 15 and you needed to take amoxicillin for 10 days for strep throat or an ear infection and you were like – how can someone possibly forget that they had taken their medication for the day? OMG those old people – I will never be like that. And then wait 40 years, and poof! you are like that. Edda is on three regular meds and at least three PRN meds and now I’m on two regular medication…hmm, three really (see I can’t remember) and now I can’t remember at all which one is running out when and they are all on different refill schedules and different re-asking doctors for refills and so I’m like…giving up. Not really, but I’m tired. I’m literally at the pharmacy weekly, though it feels like every three days. I’m there often enough that I wave and say “hi” in a loud, booming voice and we are friends. You know sometimes, when you go to the gym often enough at the same time and you nod at the people working out with you, but you have no idea their names or their story? Instead of gym friends, I have pharmacy friends. But at least I kindof know their names because they have name tags. I mean these people are friends because they know all the random crap I’m dealing with that I’m trying to medicate out of my life as opposed to many of my real life friends who have no idea. Jeremy is on NO MEDICATIONS. May it be forever this case.

With all the people leaving the church – it includes the person watering the plants and so I’m inheriting many plants from various offices. I’ve tipped over into the state having “too many plants”. So I have to give some of them away, especially the duplicates including this money plant. This one was dying because most money plants sold in the braided configuration have rubber bands or some sort of plastic tie below the surface of the soil preserving the initial braid structure, but preventing the plant from actually growing. So when I got it home, the first thing I did was plow into the dirt and release it from its plastic jail and unbraid the trunks and replanted it. (see? I know too much, but also not enough). And then put it outside on our porch where a huge thunderstorm passed through last night and watered it. Hopefully it will live. I’m actually hoping on giving it back to someone in the church, but it will be some time.

For many, many years, I followed this artist in Philly who has a special needs son and painted pictures of vegetables. We were actually slightly email friends, and so I think she knew of me. I have a special affinity for turnips and she painted lots and lots of turnip paintings, but for a long time, I felt like they were too expensive for me to buy and then when it seemed within my budget, I actually emailed the artist and tried to commission one for me and she answered kindly and said she was working on some and would get back to me. But then I think she promptly forgot. Anyways, a few weeks ago, she had a show in an art gallery in Philly where there was this tiny turnip painting and I knew I had to buy it. I contacted the art gallery and it was a little funny because the person who runs it is a gently soul, but also forgetful and doesn’t use email and wants to get paid by check (also mentioned his colonoscopy and how I should never ever do such a terrible thing to myself). So I did all the things (not the colonoscopy…yet) and waited until the show was over and watched my check cashed and called and re-reminded him that I needed it shipped and paid for shipping and now it’s in my possession and it it luminous. It’s so beautiful and it glows from within. It’s my totem, a slightly underrated item but kind of lovely. Along with my other totems – a capybara and a cedar waxwing.

I don’t write about it very much here, but my life has taken on a very social vibe. Hours and hours of chatting with folks. Formal meetings, one-on-one check-ins, little phone calls, weekday weddings. When I first started this, I was exhausted after each interaction – I remember needing a nap. OMG, I thought there was no way I could sustain this. You do have to be “on”. Even when I know the person well, it’s not like spending time with myself when I’m fully relaxed and control of my own time. But I feel like I’ve built up my endurance somewhat. Now I can have these interactions and not be exhausted after each one. So many things in life are practice – don’t like public speaking? Do it a bunch of times and it’s ok. don’t like to make a phone call? Do it a bunch of times and it’s ok. Don’t like running? Do it a bunch of times and it’s ok. It’s not that you’ll love it, it just generally becomes a regular thing that you do.

I don’t often think about my life if Edda was a typical kiddo, but this morning as I was rounding the corner on a pile of laundry, it occured to me that if we were truly empty nesters, perhaps we’d sell the house and move downtown to an apartment or condo? Wouldn’t that be fun? I think so. Perhaps fewer deer downtown?

My friend Hiroko got married at the Rockville courthouse on Thursday! Have I been to a courthouse wedding before? I don’t think so! It was a lot of fun – very quick and then we went to a pub afterwards where I celebrated with a small group of friends by day drinking a margarita.

Friday, the air quality was not good. We pulled out our n95 masks.

Poor Elka. No mask for her. But some fun stalking baby deer.

Here’s Gene’s light setup. Do you see the 4 sets of lights? At least the plants are happy.

A big oak tree next door came down yesterday. I did have an inkling that this would happen as our (new-ish) neighbors had mentioned this briefly to me – though they mention lots of things to me and many times it doesn’t happen. I remember when Mike and Alice (the previous neighbors) decided to take down four trees about a decade ago because the trees were literally hunched over the house and impaling the roof with dropped branches. There was this last tree which was outside/inside the deciding circumference. Alice wanted it down because it shaded the back porch and made the house dark, but Mike wanted to keep it up as it was an oak and not a tulip poplar. So it got to live out its life for another 10 years. So it went down yesterday in 100 degree weather in a plume of sawdust, gas-fumed chipper and sweaty hard working arbor crew. Yes, I’m sad. But our neighborhood is slowly turning from a deeply wooded neighborhood, to a less wooded neighborhood as both trees and tiny run down houses come down for new-build construction. Though I mostly love the trees, I also am terrified with the stronger summer storms that one will fall right on the house and squish us all.

It was a semi-rough day for Kimchi as she ate something that didn’t agree with her and so there was both diarrhea and puke. None of the poop was in the house (good girl!), but she is the quietest vomitter – no sound at all! So I’d find random piles of puke all over the house. She wouldn’t eat breakfast which worried me because…she’s not my dog – but by midday, she did drink water and by evening, she did eventually eat her dinner. She kept us up on Tuesday night (in retrospect because her tummy was upset, but we didn’t know that) and has a strong desire to sleep in the bed. So Jeremy and Elka decamped to the guest bedroom so they could sleep more soundly. Kimchi was not happy with that situation for at least 20 minutes.