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Oct. 13th, 2004 10:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hippybngstockngI've been quiet because I've been busy and also a little sick. (and yeah, still haven't finished the meme- my brain is clogged with domesticity)
Saturday was my day to go crafting with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neeuqdrazil after which we went boot shopping. I really wanted these beautiful Fluevog button boots L sent me a link to, but I just can't wear heals of any significant height anymore so I decided against them. They had lots of things I wanted, but nothing that fit into my criteria and budget so I didn't end up with any Fluevog's, instead I got probably the coolest pair of "contingency" boots I've ever had. They are black platforms (only about an inch of extra heal) and they go up to the knee. They are suede so they might have a significantly short half life, but the price made up for that. They were CHEAP by my standards, so if they only last one winter I will still consider it a success. They are quite funky- and they make uniquecrash5 get all hot and bothered so I like 'em... Must now water proof them, massively.
Sunday was a bit of a toss day- I got a couple things done, but Crash was being slow moving- we came to the sudden realization that Monday was Thanksgiving so shopping NEEDED to occur so we got the kid, the wagon, and the new grocery wheels and went on a little shopping adventure- found out the hard way that the next station over is in no way disability friendly so we had to take the wagon apart to get it through a spinning door! It was fairly easy over-all, but I think I am still going to sign up for grocery delivery, at least for the winter since I can't see making this trip regularly by myself.
While we were out, Crash traded in a couple PS2 games and got a new game for $6. It's a trippy little thing called "Katamari Damacy". I am not going to even attempt to tell you about it, it's just goofy. So he was useless for the rest of the day, and I attempted a couple more things and was equally useless. I am just in sad shape physically so any time we go out on foot, I end up fragged for the rest of the day.
Thanksgiving was interesting and stressful as usual- I always say I want to cook dinner, and I always think I am going to do a better job of coordinating it all, and then something always goes wonky. This year it was that I left the turkey to defrost in such a way that it ended up half defrosted- the time needed to defrost the other half had it finishing at 10PM (which I think is actually earlier than last year) so once again I felt stupid for attempting it. This year I feel extra stupid because I did it knowing I didn't even have room in the fridge for all the food- and we weren't having anyone over to eat it either. It's all the same set of lessons I keep not learning year after year, about turkey weight, cooking time, defrosting time, and planning ahead- but my love of stuffing always wins in the end. At least in a couple weeks when we do it again for American Thanksgiving, the moms will be here and I can probably trick them into making everything.
The really cool thing about Thanksgiving was actually Crash rearranging the cursed bedroom! I almost feel like I can be in there again! It just needs a major energy realignment. When I lay in bed, my head is right by the door which is a little weird for me- but there's a TV in there now, complete with VCR so I can put on Star Trek or something if I can't sleep. It's clean again, and since there will never be much floor space in there ever again, I hope it will stay that way. It's very sterile looking right now because the walls are bare, but once that's fixed I will try to take a picture again.
The difference is so distinct though, that I am now backing down on the moving threats a little more. I started thinking about moving, and how I usually end up moving right at the moment when I finally have a place arranged and decorated- almost like I'm unconsciously "done" with that place, time to move on to the next challenge- except that I experience it as moving away from a stressful place to a place that's supposed to be less stressful but usually isn't. Then I spend a lot of time in the new place setting it up until I find the reasons I hate it, and the whole thing starts over again. I am wondering whether the only way to really break the cycle really could be to address the STUFF before we set about even looking at a new place because I think I will never truly know what kind of place I need until I finally get all the way through THE STUFF. I'm not even half way through it yet, so moving now is just going to make it all worse. This is a really good place, I just need to chill out about a couple things- like the sink and the lack of crafting area. I think the bedroom rearrangement might have fixed the latter. There is now a corner where I could put my folding sewing table and use my sewing machine, and I could probably use the bed for laying out and cutting fabric even though that's not a great solution (anyone who sews seriously knows what I am talking about- otherwise don't worry about it).
As for the sink- there's no getting around that one. I need to check my perfectionism at the door where the sink is concerned. "Free of living bio-organisms" needs to be my only requirement for the sink- clean or shiny should only be a bonus because anything else is too much work to maintain. I have decided to reinterpret "go shine your sink" to being a simple emptying and wipe out, with no special attention to either shine or stains unless there's an actual smell or a noticeable difference in color between the bottom and sides. If I don't get hung up on the sink I can spend more time concentrating on the kitchen itself, and that really helps because it's my trigger point- if the kitchen is a mess I get angry and it colors my ability to deal with the entire house.
My ability to deal with the house really seems to be the clincher in this whole parenting deal I'm starting to realize. It was always a stumbling point of mine, but I never thought about it because it wasn't a big deal- now it's all I can think about sometimes, and part of the reason I think I hate being a mom a lot of the time. If I had a full time, live in maid I would probably love being a mom because it wouldn't mean the same thing to me as it does now. If only I could afford that... :P
Saturday was my day to go crafting with
neeuqdrazil after which we went boot shopping. I really wanted these beautiful Fluevog button boots L sent me a link to, but I just can't wear heals of any significant height anymore so I decided against them. They had lots of things I wanted, but nothing that fit into my criteria and budget so I didn't end up with any Fluevog's, instead I got probably the coolest pair of "contingency" boots I've ever had. They are black platforms (only about an inch of extra heal) and they go up to the knee. They are suede so they might have a significantly short half life, but the price made up for that. They were CHEAP by my standards, so if they only last one winter I will still consider it a success. They are quite funky- and they make uniquecrash5 get all hot and bothered so I like 'em... Must now water proof them, massively.Sunday was a bit of a toss day- I got a couple things done, but Crash was being slow moving- we came to the sudden realization that Monday was Thanksgiving so shopping NEEDED to occur so we got the kid, the wagon, and the new grocery wheels and went on a little shopping adventure- found out the hard way that the next station over is in no way disability friendly so we had to take the wagon apart to get it through a spinning door! It was fairly easy over-all, but I think I am still going to sign up for grocery delivery, at least for the winter since I can't see making this trip regularly by myself.
While we were out, Crash traded in a couple PS2 games and got a new game for $6. It's a trippy little thing called "Katamari Damacy". I am not going to even attempt to tell you about it, it's just goofy. So he was useless for the rest of the day, and I attempted a couple more things and was equally useless. I am just in sad shape physically so any time we go out on foot, I end up fragged for the rest of the day.
Thanksgiving was interesting and stressful as usual- I always say I want to cook dinner, and I always think I am going to do a better job of coordinating it all, and then something always goes wonky. This year it was that I left the turkey to defrost in such a way that it ended up half defrosted- the time needed to defrost the other half had it finishing at 10PM (which I think is actually earlier than last year) so once again I felt stupid for attempting it. This year I feel extra stupid because I did it knowing I didn't even have room in the fridge for all the food- and we weren't having anyone over to eat it either. It's all the same set of lessons I keep not learning year after year, about turkey weight, cooking time, defrosting time, and planning ahead- but my love of stuffing always wins in the end. At least in a couple weeks when we do it again for American Thanksgiving, the moms will be here and I can probably trick them into making everything.
The really cool thing about Thanksgiving was actually Crash rearranging the cursed bedroom! I almost feel like I can be in there again! It just needs a major energy realignment. When I lay in bed, my head is right by the door which is a little weird for me- but there's a TV in there now, complete with VCR so I can put on Star Trek or something if I can't sleep. It's clean again, and since there will never be much floor space in there ever again, I hope it will stay that way. It's very sterile looking right now because the walls are bare, but once that's fixed I will try to take a picture again.
The difference is so distinct though, that I am now backing down on the moving threats a little more. I started thinking about moving, and how I usually end up moving right at the moment when I finally have a place arranged and decorated- almost like I'm unconsciously "done" with that place, time to move on to the next challenge- except that I experience it as moving away from a stressful place to a place that's supposed to be less stressful but usually isn't. Then I spend a lot of time in the new place setting it up until I find the reasons I hate it, and the whole thing starts over again. I am wondering whether the only way to really break the cycle really could be to address the STUFF before we set about even looking at a new place because I think I will never truly know what kind of place I need until I finally get all the way through THE STUFF. I'm not even half way through it yet, so moving now is just going to make it all worse. This is a really good place, I just need to chill out about a couple things- like the sink and the lack of crafting area. I think the bedroom rearrangement might have fixed the latter. There is now a corner where I could put my folding sewing table and use my sewing machine, and I could probably use the bed for laying out and cutting fabric even though that's not a great solution (anyone who sews seriously knows what I am talking about- otherwise don't worry about it).
As for the sink- there's no getting around that one. I need to check my perfectionism at the door where the sink is concerned. "Free of living bio-organisms" needs to be my only requirement for the sink- clean or shiny should only be a bonus because anything else is too much work to maintain. I have decided to reinterpret "go shine your sink" to being a simple emptying and wipe out, with no special attention to either shine or stains unless there's an actual smell or a noticeable difference in color between the bottom and sides. If I don't get hung up on the sink I can spend more time concentrating on the kitchen itself, and that really helps because it's my trigger point- if the kitchen is a mess I get angry and it colors my ability to deal with the entire house.
My ability to deal with the house really seems to be the clincher in this whole parenting deal I'm starting to realize. It was always a stumbling point of mine, but I never thought about it because it wasn't a big deal- now it's all I can think about sometimes, and part of the reason I think I hate being a mom a lot of the time. If I had a full time, live in maid I would probably love being a mom because it wouldn't mean the same thing to me as it does now. If only I could afford that... :P
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 09:50 am (UTC)I've been looking at the TTC ride guide though, and trying to figure out which streetcar goes by your house so we can come see you when we know! I was planning on trying to convince you to take it with us and then ride the train out to Scarborough like I'd mentioned before! ;)
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Date: 2004-10-14 08:39 am (UTC)I think I can find the courage to take the streetcar and then the train! Tommy would probably enjoy it, I think, too. :)
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 09:44 am (UTC)*double sigh*
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 11:37 am (UTC)Ironically, I might have someone interested in housing the piano (in Seattle even!) and was also planning on checking out the cost of shipping it here eventually, so I was going to ask after whether you were still interested in having it out sooner than later- are you reconsidering now? ;)
We should chat about it at some point either way.
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Date: 2004-10-13 02:16 pm (UTC)Kyle's played it and loves it. I've played it, even, and I'm Mr. Turn-Based Strategy Guy.
I'm firmly convinced, though, that all Japanese people have a constant low-grade fever. Either that or they just have THC-infused sushi... Check out http://www.vgcats.com/comics/ and http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2004-10-01&res=l