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Ugh... right now I am sleepless because little dude has a case of cranky, overtired zoomies. Because after getting insufficient sleep last night, of course he couldn't simply turn in early and easily. No, that would have been merciful.
Just lay down and close your eyes, kid, and it'll solve everything. Neither of us actually has to be awake, here, true story.
You have more tenacity than I do. One ex like that, and I've sworn off the whole adult partnership thing permanently. I'm glad you found one worth keeping, though. :)
At least that!
We're trying to educate our grass to take care of itself. Well, without overrunning the house, that's the sticky part ...
Edit: VERY sleepless last night, so hot and moist! Thunderstorm was promised, but didn't show up. Imsomnia made worse by knowing that I'd have to get up real early to wait for the 'meet up now' message from the guy whose mini wind generator I'm buying. That always makes me so nervous, getting up way before my usual time. Worked out fine though, because I was rather happy to get up out of my damp sticky bed. So there's that ... (shrug)
I bought some Temu teeth
TBH that sounds like the perfect setup.
Sorry about your imaginary exposition about the dishwasher. Those sorts of things are especially frustrating reasons to not be able to get to sleep.
Octopuses are quite intelligent too. Also, octopus females, get pregnant then hide in a cave with their gazillion eggs, starve themselves protecting the eggs, and die about the time the eggs hatch, after only a couple of years of life total. They got short changed by evolution.
i know, right?? I haven't worn pantyhose in more than three decades, but I still feel like a certain level of sophistication has fallen from the world.
But what did you do with the egg, I beg?
- No, seriously, were they any good for crafts or something?
Not sleepless yet, as I haven't officially gone to bed yet, but probably heading there tonight. My legs vibrate, and I had a very insightful but also unpleasant doctor visit today. Seems the different types of heightened antibodies I've noticed on my blood work do matter, just like I kept telling various docs, and now that finally a really competent person has looked at them, it seems I don't only have Graves, but also Hashimoto's, so a mix of both. This explains why I still feel so terrible even though I'm not hyperthyroid anymore, but it's still really REALLY not something I wanted to hear. It's like whichever way the needle moves, I can only lose ...
Ah well. I've probably already lived with this for decades in a less pronounced form, I guess I'll manage after a fashion. But man, the blows do not stop these past few years. And isn't it hard enough to come to terms with the fact that at fifty, no matter how you turn it, more than half of your life is very probably over? Why do I need to be pushed so much towards the even direr realization that with that shitty illness, I might not even get another, what, thirty years?!
Really need to come to terms with my writing problems now. There's nothing I'm more afraid of than being very old or very sick and incapacitated, and then not having written what I feel I still need to write.Not pretentious at all, right?
Wishing everyone a good day and a restful night, or at least a nice cool sheet to snuggle into.
I'm so sorry about your health situation... I don't suppose this Very Competent Person will be continuing as part of your care team? Finding someone who listens and uses critical thinking skills makes such a difference. Regardless, I'm glad you at least have some answers, even if they're not good news. May it unlock help and useful paths forward for you.
And I don't think it's pretentious at all. Stories want to come out. Having them stuck when you can't do anything about it is its own form of hell. Perfectly reasonable to want to save yourself that.
As for the pantyhose egg... I seem to remember storing my pantyhose in them, back in the day. If I had one now, my youngest would likely run off with it for his floor art. He's already got an assortment of the smaller plastic ones from the spring holidays. If he didn't, I'd probably upcycle it into something. A goodly number of the random "stuff holders" around here are old baby bottle bottoms or sippy cups where the valves died. I love that our history follows us forward like that.
Yes, the light at the end of the tunnel IS a train. Less and less time to write that book.
I keep threatening to write my own book, But I'm not ready to give up my secrets yet. But, then again, if I wait long enough, everybody that it would have embarrassed would already be dead anyway.
Thanks, guys, for the kind words and suggestions! I'll come to terms with this thyroid business sooner or later I'm sure, it's just so new and scary now.
Richard, I did actually install a copy of Dragon Naturally Speaking a while ago when I could get it from my work, and I played around with it a bit. It's very effective for sure, even with little to no training. I'll need to get my basic writing confidence back though before I will be able to dictate my stuff aloud. I did publish some books already, but that was ages ago, and even then, I was very self-conscious. Nevertheless, it's a really good idea for everyone in writing to keep this as a backup plan at least.
SilverGirl, your house sounds like mine in a lot of ways! I often use the lovely glasses that a certain brand of mustard used to come in in my country as drinking glasses - at some point, it seemed basically every normal person used them instead of buying extra glassware. They've changed the shape lately though, which was a shame.
Just now, the adorable old mechanical wall clock that my MIL gifted me just because I admired it in her house has chimed midnight. I'll be good now and try to implement my therapist's sleep policy which is to be in bed before 1 at the latest, and then just hope for the best. Sending out very nice and calming thoughts to y'all, hoping they'll reach you just in time for bed ;-)
Edit: SilverGirl, sorry, somehow skipped over your question! The competent doc is really busy, so I can probably only check in with them occasionally. It's a shame that the situation should be like this in a rather rich country like mine, but there you are. The upside is that I had to wait for aaaages and then she was really rather unfriendly, and my 'normal' doc is way better organized and much nicer!
Too funny! When I was in my late teens, I helped a friend move to a new apartment. We got hungry, and everything he had was still packed in newspaper and would need to be washed before it was decent to use. I'd picked up a jar of alfredo, some noodles, a package of chicken, and paper plates/picnic forks at the store, and found one pot and got it clean enough to cook in. We wound up using the rinsed out alfredo jar as a drinking cup... and within a month it had a half-dozen friends in his cupboard. They got affectionately dubbed his "bachelor glasses" and served the friend group on a lot of D&D nights. :)
Well, maybe now that you have the diagnosis, your regular doc will be able to handle the rest? Hoping for the best for you!
When I moved back to NY State from Florida in 2008 I was flat broke. Moved into an empty apartment and had to start setting up house all over again. Not a lot of shelf space in my kitchen but do have a nice kitchen window sill above the sink. And I drank a lot of coffee. Folger's Instant coffee that came in simple clear, plastic, pint sized jars with a red screw-on top. They started becoming my containers for flour, salt, sugar, brown sugar, tea bags, rice, matches, etc. I still use them despite (or because of the fact) that Folgers doesn't make that style container anymore and the new style container is less convenient/useful. And I still don't have enough shelf space for a proper set of kitchen canisters. Some of my Folger's containers are over 17 years old.
Notice also, my collection of Red Rose Tea ceramic animals. All unique, no duplicates. They used to be a marketing gimmic and would come in boxes of Red Rose brand Tea, the older ones have a fine set of ridges on the bottom and serve quite well as match strikers for strike-anywhere wooden matches. I found most of them at yardsales and flea markets for $1 apiece.
@Richardandtracy I'm envious... Nutella in the states comes in a weird shaped plastic jar.
@Leathergryphon Holy cow, I think my grandma used to have a few of those! No idea what happened to them. I might have to start stalking ebay now that I know what they're called. (Also, all my sugar and dry rice and whatnot are in old pickle jars or glass juice bottles, which also work really well for sun tea).
I buy tiny pickled cucumbers cornichons, frequently in huge jars I reuse to store all sorts of stuff
Deeply grateful you chose to share this!! My grandmother had a tray of small shells and stones and a few little ceramic animals, plus one small greenish ceramic gnome that I had privately named the Lord of the Forest for no particular reason I can recall. She always put it away when my cousins were visiting, but when they left she'd get the tray down so I could play with the treasures, as she knew I'd be careful. It always felt like a sacred trust, and I was so honored.
She passed in 2010, and my mom asked if there was anything I wanted to remember her by. I had a few things, and that tray and its treasures were one of them. She couldn't find it and had no idea who the Lord of the Forest was. I guess it must not've seemed as interesting to an adult. (Also, likely my aunt looted it and sold it on ebay, as she'd done with a lot of their stuff both before and after my grandparents died.) I was crushed. I really didn't know anything about the little guy; probably he came back from their international travels, but then again, maybe not. Which meant my chances of finding a replacement were near to zero.
Anyhow, I recognized the glaze style from those animals. Looked on ebay. Yahtzee!! Turns out he was not actually a Rose Tea figurine, but he was made my the same company. There were several attached to souvenir stands that said "Ireland" on them (hers was not) but I found one just like him, and he's now on his way to me. Bonus: I have context now. He probably came from their British Isles adventure.
So thank you. I know it was a random, impulse share, but I just got part of my childhood back that I've been low-key mourning for the last decade and a half.
For what it's worth, you can get decently large lots of them on ebay, though I don't know if the shipping might be prohibitive for you.
Yeah, vendors at flea markets would often have trays or boxes of 30 to 50 or more. Part of that 300 million.
The thrill was searching through them to find one that I didn't have, and marveling at the fact that I actually recognized the ones I did have.
I tried to stick to collecting just the animals but I do have a couple of the humans from various series. But lately I've been quite satisfied with most of my collections of things (Persian rugs, bronzes, mineral animals, ivory, gemstones, hourglasses, oil paintings, signed lithographs, decorative boxes). All things that my long dead life-partner, Max, taught me how to recognize and collect. But the itch has been satisfied, and I'm tired of dusting them. Anything of any major value that I had at one time has been sold to keep eating. I've burdened my nephew with knowing that it all goes to him in the end. But I have provided proper packing and boxing supplies so all the things in my collections could be sold by an enterprising person via eBay or in a little exotic-things shop after I'm gone. Although, I still need to make a spreadsheet identifying the significance of all the things in my various collections. i.e. a story to tell the customer to lubricate their desire.
I know I never met him, but I think Max would like that you still take delight in those collections. I have no life partner and never will, but I hope my kids and close friends will enjoy the things I leave behind, and maybe smile a little when something reminds them of me.
Then wake up in the morning like, "what did I type?"
Would you like us to repeat it?
No, I remember now.
So at my workplace, there are people who sit at desks or cubicles. And for whatever reason, they feel the need to place small mirrors on the desks so they can see who is approaching from behind them. But the mirrors never work. There is always a way to approach from behind without being seen. They need mirrors that show them a much wider view. Actually, what they need is... highly reflective eggs sitting on their desks.