Monday, March 31, 2008
Seriously, I find vacations challenging these days. While I love not being a slave to the alarm clock, the lack of routine is deadly for me. I made it to the gym three times, and we went to the Natural History Museum in NYC on Wednesday, but other than that, I think I accomplished nothing besides the most basic of household chores.
We did have a lovely time at the Museum. I was pleasantly surprised at the crowds, or relative lack thereof compared to Washington DC last year at spring break. We took the train in with friends, so our travel took longer than it might have, but the kids seemed to enjoy riding the train for the most part. We got to the muesum about 30 minutes before it opened, but then we had pre-bought tickets and just had to pick them up, so not really any lines to wait in.
Our only mistake was really the number of people. While it's fun to go with friends, logistically it gets more complicated as you add more people. We were up to 9, so it did seem like we spent a little more time than we might have just discussing what to do next. The only shows we did were the Butterfly Exhibit, where you walk through an enclosure with hundreds of butterflies (including an Atlas Moth! Wow!) and the IMAX film Dinosaurs Alive!, which I thought was less thrilling for the kids than we expected. And we still only got through maybe half of the museum.
So we'll go back, sometime in the not-too-distant future. William thought the big snake skeleton was "awesome!" and there was a whole hall of dinosaurs we missed. JC wanted to see the Big Bang movie in the worst way, and Rachel wanted to find the t-rex skeleton from the movie "Night at the Museum". So now that I've done it once, it's a lot easier to figure out how to do it again.
So here's some info on the Atlas Moth for you. It really was bigger than my hands, and I was grateful it was not flying around but resting on the ceiling.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
On a related note, I was surprised the other day when I quoted a portion of "If", by Rudyard Kipling, and John was not familiar with it. I had to memorize it in 10th grade English - I guess I assumed it was a pretty standard poem for high school. It amazes me sometimes that we've been married almost 19 years (August) and there are still things we don't know about each other.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
|What American accent do you have? |
Your Result: The Inland North
You may think you speak "Standard English straight out of the dictionary" but when you step away from the Great Lakes you get asked annoying questions like "Are you from Wisconsin?" or "Are you from Chicago?" Chances are you call carbonated drinks "pop."
|What American accent do you have?|
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The interesting thing to me is that I did not grow up in the "Inland North" - but my parents did. One from Minnesota and one from Chicago. My mom doesn't have the Minnesota accent, but she can't hear it in others, either. I had someone tell me once that I had just a trace of that accent - perhaps they were right after all!
Monday, March 17, 2008
As sick days go, I'd rather have a "suspected" sick day than an actual nasty mess that I have to clean up after. And I think both will be back to school tomorrow. Rachel seems to need the occasional mental health day, and as it seems to only happen once or twice a school year, I'm ok with that. None of my kids seem to get sick a lot, although we have our moments.
And I got all the dead food out of the fridge, and even got 4 out of 6 fridge shelves cleaned. And we have fresh food, as I stopped at the store on my way back from the MRI. And the dishwasher has run, although I still have to empty it.
The MRI was ok. It's very loud, even with earplugs. And it's very small inside, even with a mirror to see your toes with. I kept my eyes mostly closed and tried not to think about it too much. It clicks and whirrs fairly rythmically, so I counted - 6 clicks, 6 whirs, 6 clicks, etc. Enough focus to keep me calm. And it only took about 20 minutes. Not so bad.
I regained some measure of order in my kitchen yesterday, although the floors throughout the house could be said to be in an active state of anarchy, or at least chaos. The refrigerator probably has more dead/spoiled food in it than fresh at the moment.
But John recruited JC to type a list of all the stamp sets that I'm hoping to sell, I'm probably not going to become disabled from the neuropathy in my feet, and we've got Spring Break next week so I can sleep in.
It's not so bad. In fact, things are pretty good. It's all in how you look at it.
My pirate name is:
Red Anne Vane
Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. You tend to blend into the background occasionally, but that's okay, because it's much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!
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Monday, March 10, 2008
So what did we learn? Well, we're not 100% sure, but we're pretty sure this is a hereditary peripheral neuropathy. It's not MS or vasculitis, or lupus, etc. It appears that my nerves (not the insulation on them, but the nerve itself) are degenerating, and no, there's no treatment. But on the other hand, it's taken me 40 years to get to this point, the pain is not yet enough that I need to medicate it yet, so if I live long enough to be debilitated from this, I'm doing pretty well.
There's still a few tests that she'd like to do, to rule out any brain involvement. They took blood for a laundry list of tests (10 vials! New record!) and I have to
So the good news is that it's none of the hideous things I spent yesterday evening reading about. The bad news is, I have to live with it. Not so bad. Could be worse.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Many (many!) years ago we found a stack of old computer punch cards somewhere in the hallways of MIT. Trolling for spoo (that's what we called it, I think) was a rather entertaining pastime there - you never knew what you would find. Anyway, each of these punch cards had a line or two of printing on them as well - I suppose it was a visual confirmation of the content of the card. I remember going through them at one point and pulling out the interesting ones and arranging them in a sort of poem. Alas, the poem (and cards) is long lost now, but I still love randomly generated phrases and they always make a sort of poem to me.
On a somewhat related note, a few weeks ago the cartoon "Frazz" had what I thought was an absolutely brilliant Sunday strip. Many thanks to John Hildebidle, my poetry professor in college, for making me able to appreciate this strip.
I don't know if he didn't think of Rachel, or if she just didn't make the list.
Monday, March 3, 2008
The good news is that they have an appointment for me tomorrow, the bad news is, well, I guess the bad news is that I have to do it again. Could be worse.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Ok, he looked strikingly like Bob if Bob had been into eye makeup and tattoos (which he wasn't, that we ever saw). Really, the resemblence is mostly in haircolor and face shape. However, it was enough. The singer was immediately dubbed "Bob's Evil Twin".
We still refer to Green Day's lead singer as Bob's Evil Twin. Eventually, we even bought one of their albums, but any mention or image of the singer leads to that reference.
I'm not sure it's the way Bob would like us to think about him, but it does make us think of him!
As I predicted, the cats are (mostly) mine. They are good about sharing their affections, but I seem to be the one they come and find. Perhaps its because I feed them? Ya think? But Sheba in particular seems to need a lot of lovin' from Mom. Whenever I sit down, but particularly at the computer, she's in my lap, she's in my face, she's needing attention.
Part of me is thrilled, of course, because she's a darling little kitty and she wants to snuggle me! But of course, the rest of me is mildly annoyed because I sat down to DO something of course, and she's in the way! Good thing we didn't get a dog - I don't think I could deal with that level of need any more.
(Oh, and yes, the cats are almost identical. Side by side, Sheba is noticeably lighter than George, and her ears are brown. But apart, if the light isn't good, we're always trying to figure out which is which.)