ETA: Diarist should have high tolerance for typos.
ETA: Diarist should have high tolerance for typos.
Yet, even growing up, i recall our family making at least daily use of the dishwasher. So, i'm curious --
How many times a week do you run your dishwasher?
more than once a day
Do you machine wash pots and pans?
rarely have pots and pans to wash
What do you hand wash?
the dishes for a meal for one person
"special" dishes (china, crystal, hand made pottery)
the dishes for a meal for two
dishes for family meals
glass cookware from the microwave
pans used in baking
pans used in broiling
stove top pans
plastic dishes and flatware
crockpots, slowcookers, pressure cookers
cuisinart pieces, blender pieces, other prep dishes
dishes, utensils, etc i need right now
dishes, utensils, etc that are barely dirty
really really stuck on (or burnt) stuff
all of the above
and things not above
Christine was pretty elephant besieged since i have been back, so a lovely evening is also something to cherish.
There are times as i'm doing this that i wonder if we should keep the china and use it to death. (It's just the question of storage.) Spending time looking at it has made me appreciate it, even though it is so not my style.
Maybe i could, should keep 6 settings and divest myself of 6?
I've just bid on a china teapot that should complement the set, whether i sell off the china or i keep it!
I haven't been eating much since i came home -- in a good way. (I haven't been doing much that requires refueling, either.) It feels like a great deal of stress eating has gone by the wayside. If i can keep that up when i go back to work, it will be a win. I'm not craving sweets.
So in outline, this trip:
Thursday: San Francisco direct to RDU. Beer with my sister to debrief. Gathering at my folks home with Mom & Dad; mom's brother, his wife, his son; my brother and his eldest and youngest; my sister, her two kids, and her husband. I went home with my sister to sleep in her guest room. Her son stayed with his cousin.
Friday: Breakfast at my sister's place and then lots and lots of family at my folks. All of the above, plus my mother's sister and her husband. (And my sister's husband worked during the day.) It was very low key, and i spent most of the time listening.
Saturday: Morning at my sister's place and folks visited her new-to-her home. My brother's wife and his other son arrived very late Friday night, so they were added into the gathering. Lunch was at my folk's place and once folks retired, we took the kids out to decorate my folk's car. I departed with my sister's clan, dressed for the party, and then my sister and i set up for the shindig. (All of ten minutes: the rest was provided by the venue.) My parents were delighted, astounded by the shindig: i swear it is the only occasion my mother has experienced where she wasn't deep in the organizing other than business events. (They planned their own wedding.) After, i met up with my sister and her dear friend in the bar and had a few cocktails. One had Aperol, St. Germain Elderflower Liqueur, and prosecco; the other was Hendrick's Gin, Fever Tree tonic, and cucumber. Very pleasant and fun (a rare for me bar experience).
Sunday: After breakfast with my sister, her husband, and their daughter, we arrived at my folks just as some family were departing (my dad's step-sister and her creepy husband, my aunt and her husband). Others had left very early (my uncle and his clan). After lunch my sister took all the boys and her daughter home, my brother, his wife and daughter settled in for what turned out to be a very long nap, and i had some time just with my parents. After a regathering for dinner, my sister headed home, dragging her son behind her. It was his first separation from his cousins since i arrived. My folks took me to the train. Amtrak was an hour late so we went out for an unnecessary but incredibly indulgent desert. It took some time before my roomette was ready on the train; once in the room i quickly retired and watched little towns slide away into the night.
I really liked sleeping on the train.
Monday: I woke in Savannah and not Jacksonville as expected: Amtrak had added another hour of delay over night. I sketched pine trees. Meals: leftover veggies and cheese from the party, cheese and crackers from the train. Once in Kissimmee, Enterprise took an hour to get me a car. I was steamed, mostly literally as i waited in the tropical pre-thunderstorm air. Severe accident on the interstate led Google maps to route me on some country roads: still a longer drive than i had expected. I had a shorter than planned visit with Grandmámá, then met up with BB at Pirate's Pointe. We then had a fish dinner out with Grandmámá and Charles, BB listening to Grandmámá's stories of Brazil and the Bahamas (and imperialist natural resource extraction in which her father was engaged). BB and i enjoyed a lovely gulf sunset, a pair of osprey, and a juvenile Night heron.
Tuesday: A good breakfast with BB, sun shower and rainbow on the Little Manatee River, hours with Grandmámá (i'm not sure we could have engaged much longer), Taco Bell for lunch, Flight out of Tampa at 3 pm, ( and then the travel delays begain. )
I have a large set of excellent quality vintage china. It can't go into the microwave due to gold paint, and i'd rather use pottery. It's from a company that produced scads and scads of designs, so while the quality is high, the collector value is low. I'd been thinking i could find an antiques store that might take them off my hands, but i had the realization that i could package them up into small specialty sets as gift sets. I could even create matching napkins, tablecloths, or tea towels (using spoonflower's fabric printing?), &/or buy gold flatware.... Well, minimally, i can make sure the packaging is attractive and "gift ready."
I've spent time today (recovering from some emotionally demanding decision making) poking at boxes and shipping and fabric design etc.
And thank you all for identifying the ficus! As just a mass of leaves, i didn't register ficus -- but given how it dramatically dropped leaves when it was moved, you'd think i might. Since it takes bonsai well, i pruned it back to a more tree shape. There are many small trunks in the center, so i think it will be a little grove. (Or dead.)
Meanwhile, the construction has begun next door. Bang, bang, bang. It is driving home the knowledge of our neighbor's forced departure.
We investigated our our-of-network health claims today. I now wonder if my calculations about going to the more expensive insurance were correct: it turns out that the charge for service is only considered up to the medicare contracted fee. Thus, 40% of the out-of-network provider fee is totally ignored. Back to the spreadsheet. [Edited to add: whew, we still come out ahead paying for the more expensive insurance that subsidizes out of network providers.]
I'm fighting my sweet cravings with carrot chips. I just found a second bag in the fridge, so apparently it's my intent to fight, at least.
I had my first self therapy session today. That is, i sat down and wrote what i would say if i was visiting a therapist. It was useful. I probably haven't been journalling as much as i used to because i don't feel free to write about the elephant in the room here. Writing in a private venue, imagining i was talking to a therapist, helped me process. The best parts were not having a commute and not having to give a long background. At the end of the session i was clear that what i am dealing with is loss. Having that frame helps.
I upgraded the genealogy software and found that the new data model for places makes much sense -- instead of having a single city, county, state, country entry, the city is "enclosed" by the county is enclosed by the state is enclosed by the country. While this explodes one entry into four, in many cases there are many entries in the same region. Now i have an excuse to document the counties and states very well (particularly when it comes to counties that have undergone many boundary changes in the time that the families have lived there). I tried to not be too obsessively detailed in my documentation, but for the Carolinas and Georgia - where family have lived since the colonial era - i've been delighted in now having a way of documenting the change in "enclosure" from England, to Great Britain, to the United States. I'm not exactly sure the best way to indicate changes from say the Province of Carolina to the Provinces of North and South Carolina or West Florida to Louisiana. And then i found West Florida was claimed by Spain until 1820, although Louisiana (which includes the same area) was a state in 1812. How to show that? At the parish level i could show the overlapping enclosure by West Florida and Territory of Orleans and Louisiana.
Very engaged by those details yesterday afternoon.
tamiroff: i will not follow your link about camel spiders, and i will likely spend the rest of the day sitting with my toes tucked under me. *shudder*
But your concern for the now departed spider is very touching. Perhaps the new spider's craft will mature.
Regarding taking in Luigi, for annie_r and westwardho:
I will admit my calculus had far more to do with what would be most distressing for Christine than for Luigi. Christine's heart breaks for critters. She's cared for Luigi and the other orange cat in the gang, Marty, for years. I hope that being in control of Luigi's separation from our neighbor would help her be more in control of her distress. I think, though, that she projects a great deal of loss on Luigi, loss i'm not sure Luigi is experiencing.
Mr M and Luigi seem to be splitting the apartment, with Luigi in the bedroom and Mr M in the living room. Mr M had already been spending the night in the front room, so it seems he is coping quite well. They seem to be self separated
Edward was in the bedroom one evening this week and shared the bed with Luigi. Edward is pale gold whereas Luigi is bright copper. Edward had a look on his face of mild consternation, but both of them settled down.
Greycie Loo continues to hiss, and Luigi continues to retreat to under the bed.
Regarding down time:
Thank you for your prayers, crookedfingers. It's been hard to tell whether my reduced journaling is depression or distraction.
I disappeared into reading another stack of space opera books for a couple of days. I know i'm escaping, i know what i am escaping: i suppose this is a sign i should try and find a therapist to talk to. The goal would be the coaching that i seem to not be managing on my own right now.
On the other hand, i wonder if i can motivate myself with the 120-90 minute a week budget that therapy would take (Transit time, included). ( meta talking to myself )
We watched the movie Mr Turner last night. There's a review at IMDB that faults the movie for being "a series of largely disjointed vignettes." It's true it misses a driving narrative. When is life truly a driving narrative? We are taught to value the narrative, to see the pattern of the narrative among the random, but as we live our life the threads are so interwoven with other stories, there is no actual narrative. Narrative is the pattern we find as we sift all that is for what to attend to.
The movie's disjointed moments of low and high portray the common, eccentric, and sublime without guiding the viewer: i am reminded of the effect of some of Turner's paintings. They were so abstracted, yet intended a narrative (with titles such as "The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up, 1838 " and "Slavers Throwing overboard the Dead and Dying—Typhon coming on"). In this movie, too, we have abstracted moments from the last half of Turner's life intended to provide the narrative.
It's available streaming on Amazon.
I suppose what doesn't come up on here is that i have a box of things to try and eBay: i should go through that box and put as much into the boxes for the Meeting's rummage sale as i can. I know there's some silverware in there that might as well go to Harvest festival (commodity item, heavy). There's also the task of finding a home for the Limoges china.
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