I hope it's coming soon! So very nice to have the days growing longer, and some fruit trees have burst into blossom.
Some more rain is due tonight -- which is good, since we need the moisture, but I've had about enough gloom to last a little while.
Sadly, I have put off organizing my tax stuff, and need to get that together this week.
What's the news with you?
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Esperanza, thinking of you, your family, and your city.
Me, too. Seriously, bombs? xoxo
(((((((esperanza)))))) hope you are all ok
--Neighbor Lady
Oh my goodness, I just tracked down the story! (It wasn't in Canadian news.) How terrifying!
Oh oh, it's raining again...
Clyde came home from day care kinda sad, and he's not able to talk about why. I got him too early? It's raining? Those silly little dogs barking at him? Well, everybody gets a treat, anyway!
Crockpot creation of the day is a chicken soup with veggies and white beans.
Also-- the Dog Man is coming home tonight! There will be joy in mudville! (This was up in the air due to a hectic out of town schedule.)
That supper sounds amazing, Kathy.
W: Our supper entirely involved heating frozen food, because we were exhausted today. E woke up at 3am, terrified (she said she hadn't had a nightmare, but that she was just feeling anxious, which was a recurring thing through Sunday). Then, at 4am, there was some sort of machinery banging and scraping (I presume doing some kind of snow removal), which woke up Mr. Q, and he had a dream that E was kicking the wall, and that he'd repeatedly gone to tell her to stop, and so I woke up to Mr. Q bolting out of bed, on his way to E's room, and I had to get out of bed (again), and convince a half-awake Mr. Q that the banging noise was coming outside, and that even if it was E kicking the wall, it wouldn't be that big of a deal.
I spent too much of the night reasoning with not-really-awake people, and morning was a little too soon after that. I'm a zombie.
Also, what on earth was up with my kid yesterday? It started with me cutting her nails (she's been terrified of that for her whole life, but I thought she was mostly over that now), and half an hour after that, she had a meltdown about something else, and it turned out she was still shaking from the nail cutting. After that, she was intermittently weepy through the day, and sometimes couldn't shake unexplained anxious feelings. I kept having to do breathing exercises with her, and talk through things. And then that, she's back to normal.
((esperanza)) How awful. I had to go looking for the story as well - I can't imagine how terrifying that must be. Question: do companies (real ones) actually leave parcels outdoors?
kathy, I hope Clyde's sad is remedied by his favourite person being home, and all is indeed well in mudville.
QWP - Oh my, what a difficult couple of days. As I was reading about E's day and night, it felt a bit reminiscent of "Big Days" when I was her age. I've always been what they now call a Highly Sensitive Person - back then, I was just referred to as "being a pain" (by my sisters mostly, not by my mom). Christmas, March Break, Birthdays (oy, birthdays) I pretty much always had a meltdown. It all just felt so darn big, it was overwhelming, and I became anxious. My favourite day of the year as a child was Boxing Day because we didn't do anything special...just played games, read books, and ate leftover turkey.
I'm not sure that's helpful to you at all, likely not, but I did gradually get better at navigating it all, and I didn't have anyone around me who understood. I certainly didn't have anyone as patient and generous with me as you are with E. Even my beloved mother could only take so much before I was sent to my room to work on my attitude. I hope you all get some rest tonight. You're a good mama.
AW: Back home after doc appt in Big City. It went well, though we'll keep an eye on the coming weeks after the truly awful run of head pain leading up to this week.
Yes, ups, usps, fedex, lasership etal leave packages on porches, and even did so at my moms house in Brooklyn until my mom made it too expensive for them :D
I’m glad you are feeling better, sue, I hope the last few weeks were an aberration and not a new pattern
Sue reminded me! One of my babies was extra sensitive, too -- too much stimulation was way too much. We had a few years where the socks had to be Just Right, because seams made this kid all stressy. I believe we resorted to outright bribery for toenails, for some time. This kid would be absolutely bold and positive with some things; and somewhere on another scale for things that seemed like no biggie.
There was a book, Raising Your Spirited Child, that I remember helped some -- but I have not read it for ages, and can't say what parts were helpful. Pages that I dog-eared included: soothing/calming activities; a chapter on Sensitivity: understanding how they feel; tips on working together; and Working Together. My guess is that you are doing a lot of this already.
Sue, glad you are feeling better!
And yes, packages come to my porch, too -- but these come from reputable and regular delivery systems. I once got a hand delivered package that did not go through a regular delivery, from an unknown person, and the bomb stories have made me think I was extremely stupid for opening it.
We have packages left on our front door step all the time.
We recently had a package delivered to our back garage entrance-- that was really weird.... and it contained chocolate which some critter gnawed into before we noticed it was there.
Just today, apparently, even though we are in the midst of a blizzard, someone left two packages near our garage which then got buried in the snow!
Sheesh!
We are probably at about 17 inches and still going!
--Neighbor Lady
NL! OMG, blizzard!! That sounds like an awful lot of snow. xoxoxo
Yikes, NL!! That's a bunch of snow.
Around here, no one leaves parcels outdoors. Maybe weather-related??? But that wouldn't explain NL's snow-bound parcels. We get a pick-up notice stuck to the mailbox, then you go collect it at either Canada Post, Fedex, etc...
Nope, we do not have that weather! Around here, for buildings with apartments, the normal delivery people often have keys to go leave things in the foyer -- or in my daughter's place, by the door. My son gets the pick-up stickies, as he is on a busy street and they don't want anybody but the postal service going in there.
Sue, you don't get packages left outside there? Canada Post often does that for us (if it's small, the carrier leaves it between the storm door and the regular door, and for a while, he was leaving packages under our barbecue, which he decided was our "secure drop location." There's also one other company that always does a ring and run drop, but then others that always leave the notice instead). It's been a big source of complaint around here, with people having packages stolen off the front step, or delicate items left in the snow.
No. Even when we lived on a quiet street, if no one was home, we got the sticky on the door/mailbox.
I got a call from Mrs. Elderly Neighbor last night. She wanted to tell me that after more than 3 months of hospital and rehab, her husband was discharged for care at their daughter's home. Their son is there now to help -- and it sounds like he really needs a lot of help!
She was a little confused, called kind of late, apologized and said she didn't know what time it was. And, she expressed the opinion that they can move back to their (not accessible) home next door in maybe a couple of weeks. That opinion sounds extremely optimistic, to the point of "that's not happening." It might be possible with some renovations and 24/7 help with care, but there is no way she'll allow people in her home all day and night....
I'm glad she called to let you know, kathy. It's good their children are helping them out.
W: Dang, I'm tired. No break for me until Monday, as I'm playing catch-up for missing yesterday. As great as it is to see family and friends in the Big City, and to get my treatment - it's all quite exhausting. I slept like the dead last night, but could easily have slept another 3-4 hours. Early night tonight.
((( Sue ))) Yes, early nights are to the good.
I'm so proud of all the students protesting, because they don't want any more school shootings. And proud of the school districts seeing that this is important. 17 minutes is not very much time to mark a real fear that is going unaddressed.
My dog has some issues, so when it rained this morning, he did this great impression of the Wicked Witch crying, "I'm melting! I'm mmmeeeellllttttiiiinnngggg!" It's not raining now, so I'm gonna kick him out (translation: bribe him with a treat, and tell him he's a good dog) so he can go run off all that energy he has in the yard.
AW, I think: I've been trying to be all heart healthy, but there was a craving for this everything pizza that is sold by the slice really nearby. I'm pretty sure my doctor would hate the whole thing, even though there are a lot of veggies -- the meats, the cheese, the thick perfect crust. On the up side, the pieces are small. And right now, this totally feels like a magic food. That is all.
Sorry for the radio silence. We've been visiting various combinations of family for Spring Break. Thank you for the concern re: package bombs. Our city seems to be a magnet for weird terroristic activities: a few years ago, someone(s) were throwing rocks from highway overpasses onto passing cars. They caused several deaths but were eventually caught.
AW: family
W: family
AW: break from puppy duty
W: she's regressing noticeably in my absence.
I'm cooking a decent grownup dinner of chicken with brussel sprouts and linguine. (But I kinda wish I'd gotten more pizza...)
Wait, Esperanza -- you got away? Yay! Also, you are obviously the dog whisperer.
How 'bout all those wonderful students today?
The pizza sounds heavenly, kathy. The chicken dinner is a perfect balance.
So proud of the students protesting!
This cold or whatever is still kind of kicking my butt. My favorite product of the week is: those thick soft tissues with a tad of lotion infusion. (Also advil, of course, for the achy part.)
Did any of you (or your kids) ever do "opposites day" -- where a person says the opposite of something real? Some days I look at the news, and it's like certain people in government are doing that, a LOT. They aren't even good fibs.
Bonus AW! I somehow got locked out of a work-related website I rely on. It turns out the current "tech guy" is also named Kathy, and she responded to a message I left -- and it's fixed! (I don't think she did it just because of my name; but won't make the mistake of asking for the "tech guy" again...)
I don't usually make that kind of mistake, assuming gender from the role. Because I used to work there, sometimes I skip and assume things are as they were -- and some things have changed. This is a great change. The reception person now is the nephew of a very longtime friend and colleague, and he was professional in putting me through to Kathy's voice-mail, being sure to mention her name.
People in our generation were indoctrinated about gender roles from birth, so it's not surprising that every now and then one of those hard-wired lessons pop up in our lives. I love that it's all changing.
W: Odd rash on my chest/shoulders since Tuesday. Small, raised, itchy. B*nadryl helped last night, but makes me super sleepy. Can't figure out what might have caused it.
Has there been some melting there, too, Sue? I had some weird symptoms this week, and then realised that I was reacting to snow mold. It surprises me every year! (I'll catch up on the rest of the whines and be back soon. We've had wonky sleeps lately, and are all exhausted!)
I should know better! Was actually thinking of the last tech person with whom I interacted, and I didn't remember his name. But, there's no reason to assume that I hear much about staff changes...
Ick on the rash, Sue. Itchy things are the worst. (OK, not the worst, but they can drive a person around the bend...)
Yes, we did have some melting early in the week. It's never bothered me before, but that could be it.
AW: puppy was really excited to see us when we returned
W: potty training regression
AW: she's improving quickly, even since we got home yesterday.
very big AW: after I let her out at 5 AM this morning, Mr. E volunteered to snuggle her back to sleep on the couch (she was just whining and barking in her crate. She was pretty sure it was morning). I went back to sleep until sometime after 8. Heavenly.
Good on the improvement! And excellent that Mr. E snuggled with her and let you sleep!
Our galoot has gone for a hike with the Dog Man. It's raining, with a high chance of incoming mud.
St. Patrick's day was my dad's favorite holiday. Corned beef and fixings are in the crock pot. I forgot to wear green, but think I've achieved a sufficient degree of overcoming my youthfulness that nobody is likely to pinch me. ;)
My son and his lovely wife are coming over later to raid the camping gear, in advance of their belated honeymoon road trip!
W: Have been grading ALL day... and still only about half way through my 90 students' graphs. It will have taken me a minimum of 15 hours to grade this assignment by the time I am done.
Not. sustainable.
--Neighbor Lady
So, I think the kids got all the equipment they need -- tent, a super-warm sleeping bag, cooking gear, etc. On behalf of my beloved DIL, I drew the line when our son found his "fire-starting bow," which he made at a wilderness place when he was 16, pointing out that there are such things as matches. He saw which way the wind was blowing, and wisely left it here.
NL! That's a lotta work. xoxo
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