From whence this kitchen inspiration? Last weekend S has begun making noises about kitchen renovation. I hate to jinx it, because there is so much stuff that needs to be done around the house and I have 2.5 weeks left before I have ~4 weeks off at which point I should be able to help with stuff. He said "What about an open kitchen?" I'm very much on team open kitchen. See the things so that you know where the things are. "What about dust?" you might say. Good point. I'm not sure. Probably store things rim-down? I'm more worried about earthquakes tbh. I'm also drawn to concrete countertops, but they seem high-maintenance which is a poor fit for My Lifestyle.
Yesterday I had things laid out so that I could pick up my meds before the first appointment because the pharmacy is open limited hours. Well, despite having run out of meds the day before it wasn't yet ready (I think there's something of a pharmacy/pharmacist crisis) in Anchorage, so I said I'd come get it later in the day. Which is all fine and well - but one cannot take bupropion at night and reasonably expect to sleep and man do I love sleep. So I got home at around 4:30 and it was subsequently like a truck hit me. Only 200 mg caffeine all day, no SDRI, and it was heckin' cozy and rainy outside all day long. Plus I own a weighted blanket (okay, 12 pounds not like...weighted weighted) and I'm not afraid to use it. Cue the weird dreams (vampires! Anna and Elsa from Frozen! The ballet! Communist defectors! A train!). But: back on track today.
This weekend is a touch busy. Saturday: 5.5 documentation guys, yoga, the annual pilgrimage to the Alaska Native Heritage Center, going to Michael's or Mermaid Imports, regular cleaning, making focaccia, and a (grown up) birthday party tonight...oh and L is spending the night at a friend's house. I think I'll ride my bike to the grownup party. It's that close it is. I'm kind of imagining a backpack full of steaming bread, though. But I do love biking in the summer and it's roughly a ten-minute ride away. Hm. Sunday: humanist church, working on a presentation I've decided to call "For All Intensive Purposes: Exploring Intensive Intervention Models With the Pediatric Population in OT"*, and hopefully dragging 3/4 family members to Girdwood Just Because. The last one is a soft maybe. I think I just have this sense of urgency about it because SuMmEr'S aLmOsT oVeR oH nO.
For the sake of clearing out some additional corners of my head:
- It's kind of nice working with someone roughly my age because we can talk about 90s movies and TV shows; she sends me Free Willy memes and Wishbone reels from Facebook! I always forget that almost all of Wishbone is available on YouTube and none of the kids ever want to watch Free Willy with me (cowards!) but I should probably put both of those on the Cozy Nostalgia In a Post-Apocalyptic Hellscape watchlist. Paramount+ has me covered for Salute Your Shorts (hasn't aged well) and Are You Afraid of the Dark (still good!).
- Age seven is magical. Very literal, very great. My favorite quote this week has been (after I've sped into camp to drop her off like a bat out of hell): "Sometimes it's like Geez-Louise mom! Slow down!"
- Intermittently this week and last week I've felt like a meanie-bo-beanie. By which I mean I've felt like jumping out of my skin and not saying the third thing, and just internally having lil' meltdowns, and no I don't want to hear about your nonprofit. I suppose I should push harder about my perimenopause concerns at my next doctor's appointment. Oh, and followup with that one place about my Neuropsych battery. It's time! If only could remember to send a single, solitary, important email. *sigh* **
- Speaking of nostalgia, I picked up the only copy of Myst: The Book of Atrus present in the state of Alaska. Dang, I listened to this book over and over again on audio cassette. Never finished the game, though. To be fair I was a child of average intelligence, so... 🤷 notwithstanding which I do remember there being a lot of "Wow you're so smart you should be able to do x!" floating around when I was a child which was very anxiety-inducing. So, not having done much of any research, I wonder if that's more of a component of Oppositional Defiance Disorder (ODD) than just being bull-headed. The Accumulation of Expectation.
- I've been reading different peoples' notes this week and one note mentioned white coat syndrome. But I don't think the blood pressure was measured? It's probably just shorthand for "they can't with people in scrubs or white coats", right? That is pretty good to know in the context of treating that patient. But why are we wearing scrubs in peds home health anyway? Like, I was told no scrubs, business casual. But what does business casual mean, actually? I cannot be doing half the things I do on the floor in a pencil skirt. Well, I technically can, but the other people around probably wouldn't care much for it.
- I've made a car karaoke playlist with actual karaoke tracks from Spotify. It's great for regulation. I just sing while I drive and feel pretty okay when I arrive places. I can't use them with kids in the car because mom singing is tres cringe but have included a couple of songs for L to sing. N just puts his airpods in as a defense measure. Which leads me to my next point:
- I'm not, like, a cool mom - I'm a regular mom!
- It occurs to me that if I ever do go into home health I could be like, "Look, listen, I would like to just go to daycares and preschools and just do that." because that's where I have the most context. I was shadowing someone providing services at the Waldorf school and it was news to them that the curriculum doesn't incorporate electronics and there's a specific protocol for handling conflict, etc. I could see attempting to rejoin the early childhood association board as an OT so I can keep up on current practice and then just specialize in that. Plan solidifying for setting 1/4 (nonsequential).
- I love that there are podcasts just...out there about 90s shareware. Start a small business in space? Why not!
- Went ice skating for an hour this week and didn't die!
Not-dyingly yours,
etc.
*And I love the wordplay but hate that that's not what the saying is it's not oh my god it's not.
**Yes, you're right. I should be doing that instead of this. Ope, but we on this train-track now so
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