Outfit, broken wheelchair, IHOP.

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This is an especially good Edda outfit.  Everything matches and nothing is black.  The blue in the pants picks up the blue in the shirt, the red in the bib picks up another accent color in the shirt.  Not often does this happen.

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It’s incredibly hard to pick out Christmas gifts for Edda.  What she wants is a mystery!  A complete mystery.  I think I need to get her a tub of cheeseballs, she will enjoy that.  I probably should also gift her a complete detailing of her wheelchair to get all the crustiness out of it.  By the way, her brakes broke (again!) yesterday, her teacher texted at the end of the day yesterday.  I haven’t even had the chance to look at the broken parts in the baggie they sent home.  It’s really no surprise that it happened, I was just waiting for it.  It’s such a pain to get the brakes repaired on these wheelchairs.  Weeks and weeks of emailing and calling with no response – I should mention, getting these repaired through insurance.  If I want to pay out of pocket, it’s slightly easier, but not really.

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Our Friday night dinner was only the four of us – Edda, Mom & Dad and me.  Vince was out watching the new Star Wars movie.  Jeremy’s still in Portland.

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We had a very enjoyable dinner at the local IHOP.  I was a little concerned that the IHOP would be a little depressing and sticky.  But it was very cheerful and not sticky at all even though they had the four kinds of syrup at each table.  My dad found out that they are open on Christmas and was lobbying for Christmas morning breakfast at the IHOP, but I told him under no circumstances was I going to have Xmas morning breakfast (his birthday breakfast!) at the IHOP no matter how many free coffee refills they were going to give him.

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Portland, Visa card, orchestra

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Jeremy’s kind of having a weird week in Portland on his business trip.  There was a three-inch snow storm which has shut the city down.  He was suppose to host a happy hour last night, but no one showed up.  Some other work stuff (not really related to the Portland trip) is throwing him for a loop.  I wish I was there to give him a hug.  But I’m not, I’m here.

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At least he got to walk to some hipster bike shops where he was able to look at all the bikes he’s been reading about in all of his little biking blogs (1,000 bikes in stock!  no need to put in a special order, they’ve got it right there).  The bike shop employees were happy to show him whatever he wanted to see even though they knew he was from out of town and wouldn’t be able to buy any bikes because they were as snowbound as he was.  No test bike rides though.

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Vince has a couple of birthday parties this weekend.  I usually give cash ($20) to the boys because it’s easy and I’m lazy and it’s fun to watch young people palm a Jackson (soon to be Tubman).  But Vince has mentioned to me that some of his friends want to buy stuff online without bugging (or informing) their parents.  Stuff like extra lives on video games or, you know, subscriptions to the New Yorker.  So I ventured into the Visa gift card aisle.  I tried to talk myself into thinking that the extra $4 (!) on a $25 dollar gift card was part of the “gift” – that it was worth the extra fee for a teenager to open a browser window and buy whatever the heck they wanted.  I did this for at least 40 minutes today.  In the end, I couldn’t do it.  They are getting cash.  Who pays extra cash for cash?  I guess not me.

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Vince all spruced up for his orchestra concert tonight.

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The arrow is just so you know where he is.  The kids sound good!  Not so long ago, they were all playing Mary had a Little Lamb.  And now they are playing Brandenburg concertos (though Vince admitted that he got pianissimo during some hard parts).

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I broke every rule of being a polite concert-goer and snagged a seat in the very last row and texted Jeremy the whole time during the concert.  Poor guy was hosting his happy hour of one at the same time, I thought he needed some company.

We ordered a large supply of fruit (music program fundraiser) which Vince helped me pick up at the end of the concert.

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For all those who couldn’t attend…here you go!

Lydia, Lydia, Lydia.

Lydia, the therapy-dog-in-training, came by at dinnertime today.

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We tried to convince her to abandon her humanitarian mission in life and become a somewhat poorly trained suburban dog here at the Lee/Martin household.  (Lots of treats!  Begging at the table!  Allowed to nap on the couch!)

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She demurred.  She’s going to go the whole way!  First stop, puppy training.  Next stop, full therapy training school!  She reminded me so much of baby Ruby.  Made my heart break and sing at the same time…

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DVD, jowls, AP Chemistry.

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Jeremy packing last night for Portland.  It’s going to snow there – a couple of inches.  I hope his work stuff doesn’t get cancelled as he’s on a plane right now.

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I asked Vince to destroy our DVD player.  The disc tray wouldn’t open anymore and I wanted to throw it away, but I was afraid that one of Edda’s beloved DVDs was stuck in the tray.  He did destroy it, but no DVD was found.

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I accidentally ordered glasses that are exactly like Jeremy’s.  Now I can’t wear these glasses anytime I’m standing next to Jeremy or it’ll be too weird.  Also, I think I’m getting jowls.

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Once or twice a quarter, Vince’s orchestra teacher asks the kids to hand in a video of them playing a certain piece for an assessment of their musical skills.  There are hundreds of videos submitted.  I wondered how the teacher found time to look through all of the videos.  It turns out that he doesn’t.  Vince tells me that he runs all the videos through a software program which then spits out a spreadsheet which analyzes the playing of all the kids.  Then the teacher takes the spreadsheet notes and then uses that to grade the whole class.  If this is true, it’s the weirdest thing ever.

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I found my old AP Chemistry public service announcement video!  Vince laughed at needing to know “how to use computers” and I think I spied some liquid mercury in there somewhere.  I’m not sure they let you set methane on fire or drop sodium into buckets of water anymore.  1988 was still the land of chemistry fun and Mr. Lilga was the best teacher ever.  The teacher who taught me the most perfect equation ever: PV=nRT.  Forget about f=ma or v=1/2at^2.

Mid-december, science video, Portland.

How is it that it is December 12th already?  Sigh.

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Here’s Vince’s group project for his biology class.  I did manage to convince him to put some words from the rubric into the video, so I’m hoping that the odds are ever in his favor.  What do I dislike about this science project?   Well, the actual science content is low.  You know, like cell cycle regulation, telomerase, apoptosis, oncogenes – there are none of these words in the project.  And the project is suppose to be a public service announcement which in my mind is marketing and video editing and not science.   But who knows?  Maybe I don’t give enough credit to marketing and outreach in science which is why I’m not running a well-funded lab with 25 graduate students on some cool thing that I can summarize in 3 sentences.

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Jeremy’s off to Portland for the rest of the week.  There is suppose to be a snowstorm there, hopefully he won’t have too much travel woes.

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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