Last night at aqua aerobics I got stuck next to the woman who refuses to put up her hair and the result is that I spend an hour jumping up and down next to a Portuguese Water Dog. She is the same woman who I thought had cerebral palsy for the first year that we took this class together. I was so supportive of her and would always say "good for you, for coming here and making the effort!" I would bubble over with exuberance and compassion for her, then I finally realized that she is just incredibly uncoordinated...and kind of a bitch, but okay...
After class, I went into the small steam room and there was a woman removing her towel and setting up shop, so to speak. Like I said, it's a small room and she was taking up about 75% of it. I wedged myself in next to her when suddenly she began doing stretches. Naked. In the tiny steam room. When she did a quadricep stretch with her south of the border region right next to my head, I closed my eyes and wished it would end. Thankfully someone else walked in and let out a startled "oh!" which could have been because it was crowded, but I know it was in response to the weirdness of it all. Whichever reason, naked stretcher sat down.
It was a relatively short migraine, but when every second is intensely painful, it feels like an eternity. I took a generous serving of Advil, which finally made it better. That, plus somehow I got us to Rocket's swim class. Not having to deal with him for a half-hour may have helped the Advil along.
Rocket also had a headache too this morning. He needed medicine too (vitamins), he needed the ice pack that I had on my forehead and he needed to do a check up on me. Wearing sunglasses and battling pain and nausea, he made me sit down for him. Out came the little plastic doctor kit and after all tests were administered, he concluded that I had a "scratchy elbow," even though he was examining my wrist.
I feel well enough to enjoy his guitar playing. Like a true rockstar, he yelled at me "NO! Put that camera down! I want my PRYYYVACY!"
I have survived the cold, but I am having trouble staying focused long enough to catch up on everything that needs to be done. Where are our tax papers? I need to order coffee. Wait, what is on etsy? I'm thirsty. Do we have chocolate? Was this recalled? Did I need to do something? That is what my brain is like off cold medicine. On cold medicine, my brain was more like "stay in bed and read. It's cozy here...and don't look at the clock...it's okay to close your eyes for a min...(snore)."
With nothing on our weekend agenda, Clover and I struck out for a little time together that included an introduction to frozen yogurt. "This is like ice cream!" she said, even though I tried to convince us both that it was a meal and not a dessert.
Clover kept starring off at the wall behind me, when she finally laughed, I looked back to see that she had been watching a TV on the wall that played a loop of the weather and some randomly lame bits from the internet.
"Hellllooo?" I waved my hand in front of her face as she was glued to a video of a cat drinking out of a baby bottle.
"I can't help it. I love TV," she said.
"What else do you love?"
"Reading...and ice cream yogurt, I mean frozen yogurt."
She read 16 chapter books on Sunday. And oddly enough, her attitude was just as bad as when she'd watch TV when she was younger. We stopped the TV because of this attitude shift, so should we force illiteracy on her now to keep her attitude in check?
When we were out, I asked her about school, summer camp, her friends and then I asked if there was anything she wanted to talk about.
"Yes," she said as she scooped up yogurt and chocolate chips in the most painfully slow manner.
(Silence as I watched her scoop and then eat.)
"Well? ...Did you say yes?"
(Silence. More s l o w scooping.)
"Okayyyy? What did you want to talk about?"
I am the most impatient person around and the pace of this conversation made me want to impale myself with my biodegradable spoon.
"What about Obama?"
She talked about a book they read in school about Obama and how she thought it was weird that he didn't know his dad until he was older.
"Isn't it great that we have a president we like?! And that we are away from Bush, the president we didn't like?!" (I pictured George W. Bush wearing Bermuda shorts, living on a remote island away from us.)
I always think this kind of talk is funny because we talk about politics in front of the kids, but we don't say anyone is bad or evil (even if we were thinking it) or push any beliefs on them. Okay, maybe sometimes it comes off that way because last night Clover patted Kevin's arm condescendingly and said "Daddy, girls are smarter than boys." For some reason the blame for this is laid on my lap. Maybe because I used to tell her that girls were the best in a Girl Power! sort of way, but that was before Rocket, so now I make an exception, but Clover has skipped over that, apparently.
Anyway, both kids have come to love Obama on their own.
And frozen yogurt is a meal.
After we dropped off books at the park Monday, the kids took off for the play structures. After playing for awhile, Rocket said he wanted to "go over 'dere" as he pointed off into the distance. I followed, but soon realized "over 'dere" was maybe miles away.
Me: "Where are we going?"
Him: "'Dere! Over 'dere!"
Me: (desperate) "There's nothing to play on over there. Let's stay here."
The conversation happened as we passed a man sitting on a blanket with the remains of a picnic.
Man to me: "Maybe he's going toward the pigs. There are two pigs over there." The man pointed to two decent looking woman sitting on a blanket under some trees near the parking lot.
Me: (wondering if this guy was some sort of asshole in nerdy clothes) "Ummmm. Okkaaay?"
But hey! It turns out there were pigs.
One of the women had two pigs on leashes, but they were resting behind her and the tree when the man pointed them out. I decided it was probably best not to go back and explain myself to the picnicking dad.
I've got Google Groups and Yahoo Groups, so when I was asked to look at Qlubb.com, I didn't jump because I felt like things were pretty much covered. And then I remembered how both Google and Yahoo have limitations which get me extremely annoyed. Right now I am particularly bothered by Google Groups. I like Google and I think they will improve the functionality, but for now, their groups suck. They don't have an integrated calendar like Yahoo Groups (my nerdy husband usually pipes up with a way to tie in a calendar, but I want it dynamic and that doesn't seem to exist) and as of right now, I cannot seem to log into my groups and I've spent some time trying to figure it out. After having to re-enter my password 10 times in three minutes, I got a little annoyed.
Qlubb.com seems to have everything I want, all for free. The calendar, the easy access, security...which is pretty much everything I ask for, other than being easy to look at, which it is. To test it, I set up a family account, which is something I hadn't thought to doing before. I could put all of our family/kid activities on the calendar and Kevin could check that separately without having to call me from work to say "Do we have plans on..." I never would have thought to open a group somewhere else just for us, but it works well, and would be even more useful if we had older kids who would be checking or adding to the calendar themselves.
In addition to families, Qlubb is marketing itself at scouting groups and book clubs, among others and it seems like a perfect service for those sized groups where simple email is not enough, yet something like Big Tent is too big. So far I'm a fan.
Last week was over scheduled, forcing me to bounce from one activity to the next and by Thursday night I announced to Kevin that I would be sick soon. Sure enough, the next day Rocket kept telling me his teeth hurt, but I didn't understand until the next day when my throat didn't feel right. "Minor cold! Very minor!" I told myself, but then sometime yesterday afternoon the cold punched me in the face. The cold had been toying with me, letting me believe I could win, but then the knock out punch came and now all I want is to curl up in bed all day. Which is not happening, mostly because I don't have enough Word Worlds recorded to fill the day.
Nothing much is going on this week, but starting next week, things go crazy again for a little while. As I looked at my calendar last night, I suddenly realized my head was about six inches from my desk, angled ear down. My body was slowly moving toward resting my heavy, congested head, but was going about it slowly enough to go unnoticed by my brain. I felt overwhelmed by the social stuff ahead of me in the next few weeks, which made my cold feel much worse. Much like a time when I was a sophomore in college and had waaay too much to drink. As I lay awake, so sick that I thought a stomach pump sounded pleasant, I looked at the calendar on the wall and saw that Grog Night was the next week. The Grog was a bar on campus and Grog Night was an awesomely drunken event, but the thought of more drinking made me roll over and vomit into the empty Macintosh SE box by the side of my bed. For a few years after that night, the smell of cardboard made me nauseous. Good times!
I have a headache, my ears hurt, my throat hurts, my tonsils hurt so much that I went to sleep last night thinking that maybe I could remove them with a fork and a knife. Yes, yes, warm drinks and all that. They help in the moment, but that doesn't last long. I kept thinking about how much it sucks to have a summer cold when I remembered that it is January, even though the warm weather is making people wear shorts like it is June. At least the gloomy weather is back today, making me feel less guilty about wanting to hibernate.
I can't go off duty. There was just a thud and I looked over to find Rocket on the ground. He had been quietly sitting on the ottoman and much like my head moving toward the desk, he didn't register that his body was sliding off until his face hit the ground.
Send soup. And helmets.
We made buttons, ate celebratory waffles and watched a lot of TV. Even Starbucks got in on the excitement.
After a fitful night, Rocket slept late, waking up just after Obama took the oath of office and though Rocket was groggy with sleep, he immediately demanded a button be pinned to his footed pajamas. He picked one that said Hope, which of course is so symbolic because he's two and I am full of hope for him and his future. Even if it was a random pick on his part.
Yes, mistakes will be made and life will continue to be complicated, but it is nice to feel more hopeful about my country than I have in years. When George W. Bush became president, Kevin and I had just bought our first house and were actively planning our wedding. In many ways the years have raced by, but in others, they have not. It doesn't feel like just yesterday that Bush took office.
It's nice to not need a super fast swimmer racking up gold medals to feel pride in being American. Today was a great day.
Hey guess what? It's March! Even though the calendar says January, it's Spring, which is fun unless you are like me and want to yell, "Global warming! We are doomed!" It could be my congestion that is dampening my mood because early Spring means early allergy season for me. I've been all sniffles and eye itches for the last week until I finally unearthed my allergy prescription which means I am slightly congested and drowsy instead.
The nice weather makes me want to work in the yard, but I remember going to a nursery late last February and a staffer was reminding people that just because we were having a warm wave doesn't mean the plants we wanted were ready to be packed and shipped into the nurseries yet. As a consolidation prize, I told myself I should condition our soil. It's not planting, but it is pre-planting, which will hopefully satisfy my green thumb for now, but if this weather stays, I cannot wait until March to begin planting.
A few years ago, Clover got a few mini Groovy Girls. She liked them, but didn't play with them as much as her Polly Pockets. She had a huge Polly Pockets collection thanks to the somewhat older girls next door who dropped off two large shopping bags full of Polly Pockets houses, cars and other accessories. The Polly stuff was bagged up again when, after a long period of trying to get her to clean up her room, I made good on my promise to get rid of everything on the floor. Bags of toys were donated to a charity, but Kevin held onto the Polly bags, feeling kind of bad about the situation. They've sat in the garage for well over a year, where I think Clover has seen them, but she will tell her heartbreaking story of having to save money to rebuild her Polly collection after her treasures went...(here's where she gets a melodramatic, breathy tone when retelling)..."to charity."
Her focus on Polly replacement left us surprised when suddenly a few weeks ago she took to an old Groovy Girl. They were inseparable and Groovy Girl was going everywhere with us. Now not only did I need to keep track of the lovey that Rocket travels with, I also had to watch out for a four inch doll.
I can be a forgetful look out because Groovy Girl was lost in San Francisco at the beginning of the year. Clover put Groovy in her front pocket as I bought some cookies from Miette (always the lemon shortbread). We walked out the building and across the street to watch the ice skaters - a trip of two minutes max - and Groovy Girl was lost along the way. Clover noticed immediately and Kevin took off retracing our steps, but he returned empty handed. We all retraced the steps again. No Groovy. Kevin asked at the nearby shops. No Groovy. I eyed the cart of a homeless guy walking nearby. No Groovy. I even caught myself worrying about the proximity to the bay, as if Groovy got dragged in by the high tide.
Clover's heart was broken.
I reassured her that Groovy Girl was probably picked up by another child who would play with her and give her a new adventure. Groovy Girl was possibly on her way to see the world! This only made things worse. Later on, Clover was certain the Groovy Girl would turn up. We'd gone through our bags and the stroller, so I knew she was gone.
Casually I headed to Target to buy a replacement, but I was surprised when they didn't have any Groovy Girls. I started to look online and found that they are a little like Beanie Babies as they are issued for limited times and have turned into collectibles. After looking through tons of different minis, I found the name of hers - O'Ryan - but I was confused because she looked slightly different. Kevin said the shoes on Clover's doll were not as funky and I could tell that the hair had gone from brownish to red, drumming up the Irish look, I guess. It turns out O'Ryan had been reissued and the updates made then. With Clover's blessing, I decided to order one, hoping the new O'Ryan could heal Clover's heart. Clover wanted a new one, but she said the old one could still come back.
Placing the order wasn't so easy. I tried four places, all sold out, until I found a poorly constructed website for an isolated toy store back East. It was one of those times where I put in my credit card wondering if it was headed to a guy in Nigeria. This is what I get for trying to buy a toy right after Christmas.
A box showed up this week and I opened it up to see Clover's Groovy Girl, the old style O'Ryan, not the new, redheaded, funky shoed one shown online and oddly enough, not the new, redheaded, funky shoed one shown on the packaging in which old Groovy was wrapped.
"It's magic! It has to be magic!" Clover said as she shook with excitement.
After reuniting with Groovy Girl, she came to show me a teeny, tiny color discrepancy and she said because of that, it could not be the old Groovy Girl.
"If your Groovy Girl made it across the country and back, don't you think she might have gotten a little knocked around?" I asked. Clover smiled and went back to playing.
We will never know what happened to the real, old Groovy Girl, but I can only hope she was picked up by a little girl who is loving her as much as Clover did.