And my mini-rant. Before COVID happened, one day I was at home and my gf was in Pittsburgh, working (thanks to COVID she now works from home). A woman came walking down our lane pushing a stroller with a ~1 year old in it. I was sitting in the yard, reading.
She approached me and asked if her daughter could see the horses. I explained that they were not my horses, and my gf was at work. I told her if she stopped in the evening or on a weekend and talked with her I was sure she’d be fine with walking her kid around on a horse, etc. She never pursued this. I think I posted a rant about the whole thing.
Fast forward to yesterday. My gf works from home, but goes into the office for a day every 4 to 5 weeks. Yesterday was that day. Same woman walks up toward the house, and the dogs started barking. She’s pushing the same stroller with a ~1 year old in it. There’s also an older kid (the stroller kid from before COVID). She asks if her kids can see the horses. Holy déjà vu Batman!
I explain that the owner of the horses is home almost every day and she happened to pick the day she wasn’t home. I suggested she stop another day. She seemed unhappy with this.
While I don’t personally have a spatula fetish, I understand the sentiment. I have spoken before (probably at length!) about the beautiful irreplaceable brushed-stainless-steel corkscrew that I always use, and the tragic night that it went missing. I engaged in an intensively obsessive search for it that would normally have been justified only by a search for the Koh-i-Noor diamond if it had gone missing. I eventually found it, and the fact that I found it underneath the fridge just tells you how thorough and intensive the search was!
I have a few items of cutlery, glassware, and chinaware over which I similarly obsess.
Actually, you know what? I think I’m exactly like you, except that spatulas don’t really do it for me. I have some for non-stick utensils, and some regular ones, but I don’t especially value any particular one. But I kind of get how one can develop an attachment to oft-used kitchen stuff.
I once could not find tickets for a kid’s show I was going to with my son and daughter. I searched everywhere, including inside a painted-shut cabinet in my bathroom (I was living in a rented half house at the time and had never gotten the cabinet open).
I eventually went to the place and the ticket office, using my credit card, found proof of my purchase.
Update: Day 1 of intake was somewhat useful and since my son already has an autism diagnosis, they are going to fast-track us - only 4 appointments instead of 5 and #2 is only two weeks away. As we’d hoped, they are going to help us determine whether ABA is a good fit for our son, but they are also going to try to get an accurate measure of his intelligence as well as evaluate him for ARFID (Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder.) Those things I find very potentially useful, so I’m less pissed that we have to go through this all over again.
That “weird white patch” is dead, but don’t worry because it is just your outer layer of epidermal tissue. It will be replaced by new tissue underneath, and then it will fall off or peel away. Imagine if you had jammed your entire finger in that frigid spot for like ten minutes or so. We might have had to amputate it! LOL
This is good news. I hope you get good answers to all the questions you have. We had a lot of recommendations to do ABA therapy for our daughter but ultimately didn’t do it because we didn’t have any real goals for therapy that weren’t being met by her other therapies. She also didn’t and still doesn’t’ have big behavioral problems or harmful stims.
I’m sick. I’ve had a cough since I last had COVID (for the fourth time) two months ago and it got worse over the weekend. Now I also have a runny nose and head congestion and body aches. I feel like shit. But here I am at work because I have too much to do. So, instead, I’m just going to complain about it. Like I am right now.
Had to go bitch to management again about the people down the hall who insist on boiling their dirty socks with the apartment door open. If YOU don’t want to have to smell whatever the fuck mess you’re cooking, what makes you think the rest of us want to smell it? Open a fucking window like everyone else does. What’s really weird is that I can identify most cooking odors, but this one mystifies me. The woman is Hispanic and I’m assuming it’s an ethnic dish that she makes, but I’m damned if I can identify whatever is causing that stench. The building manager, to her credit, went up there immediately to tell them (again) to keep their fucking door closed.
Heck yeah! I found a dish-washing brush that I like so much better than the ones you get at the market. Those seemed to get their bristles mooshed down inside, I swear, a week. The Casa Bella brand I buy now last months with negligible moosh. I always make sure I have at least one backup in the storage closet.
Because when you find something that works well for you, you hold on to it like grim death.
Do you think it might be some variation of menudo or chitterlings?
Not long ago, my next-door neighbor let a pot full of water boil dry on the stove (she didn’t know she’d left it on!) and not only did that dry up, but the pot’s coating vaporized too. She had all the windows and the door open, and when it became intolerable in the hallway, I propped the outside doors open as well.
Well, I wouldn’t recognize either of those, so maybe. All I can tell you is that it is overpoweringly rank for my sensitive nose. My wife says it smells like a NYC tenement in the Puerto Rican neighborhoods. Having never been in one of those places, I couldn’t say, but I’ll take her word for it.
All I know is that it has to stop immediately. It’s been going on for months, and they’ve been told before to stop leaving the door open when they’re cooking. We all pay a lot of money to live here, and this is intolerable.
I had my COVID shot Thursday. I should be feeling better by now, right? I do feel somewhat better but I still feel kinda fucked up, and I have a massive bruise on my arm.
