Daily Adventures

... well, not the moon's fault anyway.

The pollen counts have been ramping up higher and higher.  My medication worked for the first few days I was taking it, but my flow tests have been going steadily down for the last five days, and we had a really busy weekend.

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We spent most of today just staying at home. Jet and I, at least. John went out to Home Depot and bought a new kitchen sink. Hee. I admire him.

Last night John and I had an evening out without Jet. Jet and I had done a few errands during the day and he was pretty tired, but he went to Mikayla's for the evening, as we'd had Mikayla on Wednesday and Dean was great about payback. So Jet went over there to play with the kids while John and I went to Hanna Sushi, the new Japanese restaurant in town up on Main street. It was quite good. I think it's an expansion branch of the same place in Boulder. High prices for Japanese food seems the norm around here. Teriyaki for $12 a plate. Yeesh. But the tonkatsu was delicately crisp and still had tender meat. The soft-shell crab appetizer had two crabs on the plate and they were delicately seasoned and lovely and crisp. The sushi was good and fresh and the salads were small. The miso soup was good and hot. The vegetables, even at the beginning of winter, was lovely and ripe. So it was a good experience. We'll likely go back there again and drag the lunch-bunch with us.

After dinner, we hit the Snowy Mountain Creamery for ice cream and then went to Luna's for drinks. The lady there told us that they'd stopped doing the frequent buyer cards, which is sad.

Today Jet and I did a lot of negotiation about eating, and he refused to eat just about anything. He was also a little sad, last night, about us not being there, and Dean said that some of it was because Jet was so tired. I could believe that. Still... I am getting a stronger connection for the theory and Jet's eating habits might go spare whenever he's uncertain about things.

He spent most of today in the basement, playing with toys, watching video games while John and I played, and doing some cartoons in the afternoon. John and I got a few things done around the house, and I read Going Postal by Pratchett. It is good. Pratchett just seems to be getting better and better all the time. I loved the protagonist's "people skills" as they're surprisingly like what I now do. Management through knowing too much about human nature. But the plot is sweet, the solution non-obvious, and the characters are, as usual, amazingly fun. Good stuff to think about and chase the other things out of my brain.

I am... depressed, mildly. PMS plus the crash after a big class and learning a lot and panicking about applying it. So it is. I'll get over it.

Jet needed someone with him for most of the day, then around 3:30 he climbed into the rocking chair and fell fast asleep. He really seemed to need it. He woke up enough when I came over to demand that I pick him UP, and so I did and rocked him back to sleep and tried to lay him down three times before I was finally successful.

Dinner was teriyaki short ribs plus the haigamai I'd bought when in San Jose. It's just short grained rice with the germ still attached, no bran. A little more nutritious then just white rice, but not by too much more. It was enough to bring Jet out of his nap, and he ate half a bowl of rice. Not nearly as much as he usually does, but it was something. He'd also had a really loose stool today, so I suspect he has a gut bug and he doesn't want to eat much for a reason beyond my mental models.

I got to sleep in until 8:30, which was very nice, but I'd been up with work scenarios buzzing through my head, which isn't good. So I'm still at a standstill so far as sleep. I should get more... I'll have the week, that will be nice.

John did make Scottish oat cakes tonight, and they're delicious. Crisp and buttery with just a bit of oat chew to them from the Scottish cut oats. Pretty delicious way to get your whole grain, I guess. Yum. I need to concentrate on things like that.

Just finished potting all the newspaper potted rootings I did a month or so ago. They all rooted. They all rooted to the point where they're sticking roots into each others paper pots. I pulled them apart and put them into their own pots and was mildly flabbergasted to find an earthworm half in and half out of the bottom of one of the pots. It was alive. So I stuck it into one of my herb boxes outside, covered it up so the birds wouldn't get it. I expect some bird dropped half a worm into my potting dish and the worm counted itself lucky... or something.

Jet's out on the porch, in a plastic wash tub of warm water, happy as a clam. It's nearly 90 out, so he's warm enough, and cheerfully pouring a whole bottle of Blues Clues soap into his "outside bath!" Happy boy.

I'm... better. It was PMS. I think I'm going to have to get used to the idea that it's hitting me a lot harder than I thought it has since Jet was conceived. Watch out for it in the coming months.

Spent the morning at church, first the service, then the youth car wash, which had a bit more enthusiasm than expertise, but it was fun to just stand around watching other people work and talk to each other about stuff. That was fun.

John and Jet went to Boulder to get John some bike parts, so I have had some time to myself for the first time since last Tuesday. I needed it pretty badly. The plants were one thing and I haven't touched the scrapbook for a while. I did find a "Scrapbooking for Idiots" book at the library and have been plowing through it steadily. Lots of stuff to learn about what makes things archival. I know that Tonya doesn't worry too much about the things lasting decades, but I'd like to know that I'm making the right choices with some things. Coho salmon for dinner tonight!

Yesterday was waffles for breakfast, and then a baby shower for some pregnant friends. The lady of the couple, however, had gone to the hospital yesterday, and the doc says she's strictly confined to bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. Aiee. Her husband came to the shower, armed with a celphone with photo capabilities and a speaker so she could talk to people. That was sweet. I took a lot of pictures, and I'll probably put them up on Yahoo! and point various people at them that were at the party or threw it. It was fun. But it was social, and after we were done, we went home, and Jet fell asleep on the way, and I fell asleep as soon as we got into the house. I slept for three hours.

That's when I realized I really was sick, with a pretty nasty headcold. Bleh.

Spent the time after the nap getting some yarn and stuff together as I promised Mikayla a pair of socks in her favorite colors. Then we went to Sakura's for dinner, and Jet cheerfully plowed through a pretty big rice ball using his chopsticks! I was very impressed. I just had some salmon, a Devil's Tower (one of their specialties), and a pair of flying fish roe with quail egg sushi. That was all I needed.

Jet and I played video games when we got back, and mochi ice cream balls lured him upstairs when my hands gave out. With the spinning and knitting, my left hand is doing a lot worse than usual. I actually had to ice it for the first time in quite a while.

Friday was Jet having the same cold and being pretty grumpy about it. We managed to go the library, but that was about it. I roasted a turkey at home, and we ate it for dinner. It was a bird that had been frozen since last Thanksgiving, when they were selling 12 pounders for $2. It came out very nice, tender, juicy, and crisp skinned. We'll have artichoke heart casserole and other things in the next few weeks, along with a bunch of cold turkey sandwiches. Yum.

"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing."
George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950)

Though, I'll readily admit that, right at this moment, I'd rather be doing nothing. I seem to actually still be in the midst of my Pit of Despair, climbing out only when Jet tugs on me. "Mom. I love you. Are you not mad anymore, are you?" "You're right, Jet. Thank you."

I took care of him last night while John was at the church for a meeting. Dean took the two kids for a while and they played over there quite happily until 8:30, when I went to get Jet, and Mikayla wanted to come over to our house to play. And eat some ice pops. I need to put more back in the freezer. We played Chutes and Ladders.

When Dean came to get Mikayla, Jet and I played with the Hot Wheels video game, where he gets to drive around already created tracks and then create his own. It was fun to just get into that and not think...

... but sleeping last night was hard. I didn't feel like I did, though some time dropped out, mostly I just had the sensation of THINKING ALL THE TIME while I was lying there, about the colors Mikayla wanted in her socks and how to screw up her socks, about a half a dozen work things and how I was screwing them up, about how to build a lime green slime car build with Zoobs... okay... maybe that was a dream...

Maybe it's just PMS getting me down a lot more than it used to. Maybe it's post-partum on my big projects. Maybe it's just being allergic and tired, still... I'm just down.