Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Tomorrow's date, April 5th has a nice fat feel to it. I wish I had recently bought a pair of great stylish shoes and had gone to a book signing and shmoozed with a cool author. Because that would be some good blog fodder there. Let's see what I've actually been up to.

Tick alert. Yesterday we woke up the morning after the Jayhawks men's basketball team did not win the championship. Sigh. Life went on so I stirred my stumps and got the kids up. Noticed a spot on Lexi's groin and after finding that it did not wipe off, realized it was a tick. Shudder. Ran up and down the stairs looking for our tick removal tool and internet instructions for safe removal. Couldn't find the tool, settled for tweezers. Gentle pulling wasn't doing shit. After ten minutes or so Lexi jerked and the tick came off leaving a tiny bit behind. I slathered the spot with Neosporin and put a band aid on and flushed the offending critter. Nod was just as freaked as I thought he would be. He wanted to know if we needed to take her in for a blood test for Lyme disease. Nope. Symptoms of that show up days to weeks after a bite. So I marked the calendar and we just keep an eye on her.

After tick removal had taken up a large chunk of time we went down to breakfast. Lexi sat down in front of her cereal bowl and before she could take a bite ack! a nosebleed. At that point I called their school to say they'd be late. Considering that two icky things happened to her before breakfast, Lexi stayed in good spirits. She didn't shriek at the sight of blood. Here's hoping she's grown out of that stage.

Irrational anxiety alert. Katy took me aside and told me last night that she has been having irrational fears that cluster around poisoning. When she reads the caution statement on the toothpaste tube (which does include instructions to call Poison Control if ingested) her imagination takes over and she starts having fears of getting sick from brushing her teeth. I told her that my first impulse was to talk about how toothpaste is safe and in fact all of the over-the-counter stuff that we use that might make us sick if we ate a bucketful is perfectly safe to use on the outside of the body. But then I said I don't think we need to talk to the rational logical part of your brain. We need to talk to the irrational part. So we had a prayer and a blessing of her toothbrush. She thought that was funny and maybe it helped a bit. (I have since thought of a refined, short and sweet Toothbrush Blessing to use in the future. Here you go, in case you ever need one:  God, please bless this toothbrush and use it to bring health and goodness to XXXX's mouth. Amen.)

I talked to her about unbidden thoughts and fears and how having a huge brain has a few downsides for humans. I told her that if these thoughts keep her from doing the things she needs to do every day (school, play, rest, etc.) that we could look for other coping strategies and maybe talk to the doctor. But I said I think it's a stage she'll leave behind in time. Lexi grows out of her shrieky fear of the sight of blood and Katy grows into an overblown fear of ingesting chemicals. It all balances out!

Reading about language use and origin here. Linked by Language Hat where book references and languages fly around like snowflakes in a blizzard. Ooh that reminds me that I sould look at the site with the history of the ampersand and other punctuation marks.

Started a book by Maggie O'Farrell a fiction writer I've heard recommended by Katyboo among others. I have not read anything of hers before. This is The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox. And although I'm only a quarter of the way through I have lots of spoilery thoughts about it. They appear in the next paragraph so feel free to avoid if you think it is too much info for you.

The writing is good stuff; descriptions, dialogue and character sketching is all solid. I got a premonition while reading the back story of a British family in India in early 20th c. The younger daughter (Esme) and toddler son stay home with the ayah while older daughter and parents go on a trip to visit friends in the country. When the toddler and the ayah die and the girl (11 y.o.? something like that) stays with their bodies for days until her parents' return I thought  -- of course! It's just like The Secret Garden. But without orphaning her. We've just learned that our other protagonist, her grand niece Iris, had her first sexual experience with her own brother Alex. This all seems rawther eventful. But I suppose people in novels generally have out of the ordinary things happen to them. I'm going to keep reading. For now. But I reserve the right to decide that this is all too much to tell Jesus.