In addition to driving myself mad whenever I misplace something in the house, I am equally bothered by being unable to name songs (thank you, Shazam, even if you don’t help with humming tunes out) or place people.
The placing people thing really gets under my skin because solving the question means talking to the person and admitting that I’m trying to figure out how we know each other. Or… more often than not… not really know each other because we’ve never actually met. They’re just random people I’ve seen waiting for the bus on a daily basis or seen across the aisle at shul. Anyway, sometimes the people are too far away to strike up a conversation, so I’m left staring at the back of their head and running through lists of possibilities. It bothers me to be that close and that far away at the same time.
We went to see Evita, and a woman I couldn’t place was sitting two rows ahead of me. I stared at the side of her face on and off throughout the show trying to jog my memory. Where would I know her from? Their old preschool? Was she someone’s grandmother?
I left without figuring it out or getting to speak to her. It bothered me all night.
The next morning, the ChickieNob and I went to get our hair cut, and THE WOMAN was sitting in my hairdresser’s chair, getting her hair styled. It felt like the universe stuck her in my path again just so I could ask how I knew her. When she went to pay, I admitted that I had sat behind her at the theater the night before and was trying to figure out how I knew her.
“The library,” she told me. “I used to be a librarian.”
Mystery solved. Huge sigh of relief.
The ChickieNob told me that she thought it was very brave that I would choose to look that weird in front of a stranger. But… it isn’t weird to ask someone how you know them (right?) AND it bothers me a lot when I can’t place someone.
Doesn’t it bother you enough to ask?
July 24, 2016 13 Comments
We went to see the new Ghostbusters and LOVED it. We showed the kids the original Ghostbusters because of the Ghostbusters levels in LEGO Dimensions, and they liked it. But they loved this. I think they got the jokes this time, whereas some of the stuff that made the original Ghostbusters funny went over their heads.
The best part was watching the ChickieNob’s face whenever Kate McKinnon was on the screen. It was like someone discovering chocolate for the first time. She has found her comedy hero. And Leslie Jones was amazing. She brought sweetness and exuberance to the film.
I rarely think a remake is better than the original, but due to better technology and a really funny script, they hit this out of the park.
Question for anyone else who has seen it: The Mayor lists three incidents that Americans were interested in and then forgot about. The first was Roswell, the second was blank, and the third was a play on Ashley, Kansas. (I think they called it Yardville, Utah where the people disappeared.) What was the second item in that list?
Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.
Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.
As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments in order to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.
And now the blogs…
But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:
Okay, now my choices this week.
Not a Wasted Word details what happened during her week (mostly) without media. I’ve never been moved to do this — I’m more likely to create an overdose week to combat the fact that I’ve read fewer books this year — but it was interesting to hear what happened to her as the week unfolded, as well as what happened when she could finally read again: “Yesterday morning I woke up excited to be able to read again, but quickly felt overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of words and ideas bouncing around in my head.”
No Baby Ruth writes about maybe finding a reason for loss, and that reason comes with other health implications. I like this post because it brings into focus the enormity of infertility. It’s often not a compartmentalized problem that people can choose to ignore, even if the general public sees it solely as an issue with family building.
I love this post by Raven Rambling detailing her nephew’s response to a picture she snapped of him while he was playing. It was so brilliant that I don’t want to ruin it by trying to describe it. Just click over and read it; I promise, it’s a brief post.
Lastly, Birds, Bees, and Medicine has a post about going for a vaginal ultrasound and feeling shy. She muses at how you can grow accustomed to anything — including jumping into the stirrups half-naked — and then when you return to normal, how difficult it can be to give up your privacy again. I like this post because I’ve never seen this discussed this way. She explains, “We are taught to protect our personal privacy, then forced to learn to tolerate having this repeatedly violated, then return to the deeply entrenched privacy sense that we developed as children.”
The roundup to the Roundup: Ghostbusters rocked plus a question if you’ve seen it. Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between July 15th and July 22nd) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week? Read the original open thread post here.
July 22, 2016 8 Comments
I know I said I wasn’t going to write anymore about Truman… but then I got good news.
I’m working when the phone rings. It’s our vet, calling to check on Truman. I let her know that he was still the same. Still eagerly eating, still the same personality, and still paralyzed with crusty eyes.
She told me that she had been discussing Truman’s illness with a radiologist who also sometimes worked with the guinea pig specialist she sent me to see last week. She told him that both vets believed it was either a clot or spinal cancer. He didn’t think so. And he was willing to do an ultrasound on Truman for free to find out.
My vet promised that Truman would be awake for the ultrasound and it wouldn’t hurt at all. I told her my fear was that they would definitively find something, and I would be encouraged to put him to sleep. She promised me that she would never suggest that while he was still relatively happy. All this would do would give us answers so if I had to make a choice in the future, I would do so knowing what we were dealing with.
Truman and I drove over to the vet, my stomach in knots.
A nurse took Truman back while I stayed in the waiting room, and came out to retrieve me when it was over. She was sort of smiling, but I don’t know her well, so I didn’t know how to read that. But when I walked into the examination room and the vet was beaming, I knew it was good news.
No clot. No spinal tumour. Nothing amiss found internally.
I know it sounds weird to be excited that we now have a completely unexplained illness, but taking the worst things off the table is a bit of good news. She warned that it could still be lymphoma in his brain, but it could also be something else. And while she doesn’t think that he will ever walk again, and she tempered my excitement by saying that every extra day is a blessing and she can’t predict how this will go, I drove home with a huge grin on my face and gave him so extra lettuce to celebrate.
Our vet shows such deep care for Truman. But moreover, I cannot thank that radiologist enough for making that offer and giving us peace of heart.
Yes, I snapped a picture of Truman in the waiting room at the office. So what? (Okay, I may have snapped about 12 photos.)
July 20, 2016 18 Comments
As George Washington croons to Hamilton, “One last tiiiiiiiiime.” The kids reported from the White House one last time last week at the 2016 Kids’ State Dinner.
It has been an awesome experience, and while I’m hopeful that this won’t be the actual last time they step foot inside, it does feel like an ending of sorts with the current administration coming to a close. Hopefully the next administration will invite them back, but in case they don’t, we used this visit to say goodbye to the people we usually see while we’re there and the building itself.
It’s a weird place to say goodbye to because unlike far away places that are difficult to reach again, this space is one that you need to be invited into in order to enter. If I want to save my money, I can get back to Norway at any point, but unless they’re invited back within the gates of the campus or get a permanent job in the building, they are not going to go there again.
Anyway, it was a wonderful day, as always. The Obamas throw a great state dinner, and you exit wanting a garden of your own and vegetable sculptures.
The one amusing part came due to a game called The Silent History. It’s an interactive fiction (sort of) game; a story told in pieces. Supporting the main story are field reports that people have submitted that are scattered around the world (or, at the very least, around the US).
There is one field report in DC, and it happens to be in the White House. I was talking about the game with some friends, and realized that I could open the field report the next time I was there and email a copy to everyone else so we could all read it. It’s called “Wizards,” so I imagined it would be about magic, or something like that.
We got there a bit early so we plopped down in the Press Briefing Room. Great! It’s only a few doors down from the Oval Office, which is the location of the Field Report. I’ll just turn on the app, download that part of the story, send it to my friend, and still have time to prep things with the kids.
Except I was about three feet away from the coordinate range.
I tried turning the phone, holding it out to various points along the wall, traipsing through the hallway, all to no avail. It was maddening to be that close and not be able to open the story.
So I explained to a staffer about the game and asked if he would take my phone into another part of the building and see if he could download the report. As I was opening the app to show him how to do it, leaning hard to the left, I ENTERED THE COORDINATE RANGE AND THE REPORT PIN TURNED GREEN!
The staffer would like it noted that he was good luck even if he didn’t actually do anything.
I was able to read it. (It’s about the Washington Wizards… not actual wizards… which was a little disappointing.) And take screenshots to send to my friend. I apologize to the makers of the app if that wasn’t okay, but… come on. You made it a ridiculously small range, and only a handful of people will ever be able to open it.
So mission accomplished. I opened the only Silent History Field Report DC has to offer and helped the kids say goodbye to the White House. And if you have a second, go read their post and cheer them on because they worked very hard on it.
July 19, 2016 5 Comments
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A friend is in a place for the next month where it will be difficult to reach her via phone and impossible to reach her to via email (no cellular service), but she can receive letters. So I dragged out the stationery after she left and started writing. And discovered I had forgotten how to write letters!
The first two were awful, rambling messes. The paragraphs didn’t fit together. I felt embarrassed sending them.
By the third one, I got comfortable using pen and paper again. All the paragraphs fit together, retelling stories from the weekend. Letter writing skills refound.
It has been nice to start my day several times a week sitting down and writing her a letter at my desk before turning on the computer. Part of me wants to continue it even after she comes home.
Do you regularly write letters?
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July 18, 2016 26 Comments