I returned from a lunch break and took my vitamins and put in my antibiotic eyedrops*. Then I put on my
glasses and hooked my earpiece over my right ear. It made me feel practically cybernetic. My frames are the same shape as those I linked but my side pieces have white on grey zigzags and raspberry interiors. I have discovered the position for the wireless earpiece that allows me to forget it's there. Vastly preferred to headphones squeezing my ears.
*DEMON, BEGONE! from my eyeballs. I cast you out of both eyes, from the upper lids and from the lower lids. I command you by the power of Cipro to leave -- and never come back!
This infection started the week of the move and I waited three weeks for it to clear up on its own. Cipro drops sting for a while and it tastes terrible as it drips down the back of my throat but I will pay this price four times a day to banish my (low grade) tormentor.
My physical self is pretty much getting what it needs at the new house. The smells are okay, the temperature is mostly okay. I hear others' movements much less than the old house. It's a surprise since it's wooden floors again. But with the fans, rooms on different levels and a different degree of insulation, this house is much less like living on a drumhead.
I felt oppressed by our continued lack of a dishwashing machine and my continued role as chief dishwasher on Monday evening. I informed spouse and the present child that I needed help and resented the job. I felt much better afterward even though I washed dishes again last night. I care more than the others so I can wash or nag. Nod committed to replacing the faucet this weekend in preparation for a rolling dishwasher. We might even buy new (shocking).
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I learned last night that my husband's old workmates thought he was 'soft' because I hadn't taken his last name when we married. I called them troglodytes and pity their tiny brains. But I also feel a little threatened. The world is full of humans with little insight or empathy.
This discussion touches on names and a family freakout about lightly nontraditional naming of newborns. It's interesting to read the outrage some commenters felt about various aspects of this person's interaction with his grandfather. I think his lie-now-to-preserve-a-relationship policy is justifiable. I agree with those who felt queasy about the children being asked to join in the deception. But it feels to me like a family story that will have a good ending.