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I despise tomatoes. It is a fact. However, so long as I don't know they're there, I'll still eat them. The aversion is purely mental and completely the fault of my sister whose defining childhood trait was loving tomatoes (a fact I blame entirely on veggie tales, although she never seemed to understand how terrible the concept of eating her favorite character was). One too many times, I watched her eat raw tomatoes with nothing but salt for garnish, one too many times I watched her chug ketchup straight from the bottle, one too many times I watched her drink tomato sauce like liquor. At the tender age of seven, I made the executive decision to hate the poor little fruit.
Also, do you get horn ache?
Now that I’ve broken a horn, yes, I do. They’re like migraines, very unpleasant. Do not recommend. Protect your horns, everyone.
Quarantine, Day 82
June 1
Ugh, my entire body is so sore today. Judging by the calendar, it is a mix of inactivity, bad bed, and serious PMS. Why didn't anybody tell me that PMS can get substantially worse as you get older? That is so unfair. But on a better note, today I was able to figure out the nigh-unsolvable question of "what day last week did something happen?" by looking back at my journal. It's useful after all! My license to prattle on endlessly continues.
I am also kind of sore because I spent an hour on the kiddo's floor trying to help him get to sleep. He had a string of good nights, but today was a bit more stressful because MIL and my husband were on the phone a lot trying to deal with FIL's medicine situation and why he is sleeping all the time. They called the doctor several times and never got a good answer. We are going to have to get this figured out, they can't just be drugging him to the gills to make him compliant, that is terrible. Hopefully it's a temporary reaction or something they can scale back to more tolerable levels. We want him happy and comfortable, not insensible.
In any case, kiddo picked up on that tension, plus he saw the neighbor kids outside playing. We don't have a lot of neighbors, but the next door kids are his friends, and normally they run tame through both houses whenever we are visiting. We have been here a full month and they have been here the whole time and haven't been able to do more than say hello from the length of a driveway. Seeing them playing reminds him that he is alone and that he can't be with his friends, and it makes him sad, of course it makes him sad. I think that by the time we get back to Virginia, if cases are not spiking there, I will let him play outdoors with a few friends and just make him wash his hands frequently. With nobody high risk in the house there, it seems like a more possible tradeoff to make, and maybe it will give him something to look forward to. We can't keep him inside forever. For tonight, we made plans to plant Nana's new herbs tomorrow and have a water fight, then I let him listen to the first episode of Welcome to Night Vale with me because he was curious. He thought it was weird but pretty funny, which is accurate.
Food today was a mixed bag: my husband made Scotch Eggs for lunch for the first time, which is eggs wrapped in kind of a sausage meatloaf crust. He asked me to peel the eggs for him, and did not disclose until after I agreed that they were soft boiled eggs, because apparently hard boiled eggs overcook if used for Scotch Egg purposes. Have you ever tried to peel a soft boiled egg? It is like those haunted houses where they make you put your hand in something warm and disgusting and tell you it's human hearts or whatever, except that in this case you also have to pick five million fragile porcelain shards off of them as well. It's completely disgusting and incredibly frustrating, and doing just four of them took about fifteen minutes, after which none of them resembled eggs at all. The finished product was pretty good, but I had nothing but hate in my heart for them, so that was sad. We grilled for supper, so I got to beer-boil some brats and cook up a bunch of cheeseburgers, and that was easy and very good with leftovers for tomorrow.
MIL and I did make it out to Trader Joe's today, and it was good! We went in the second half of senior hour, figuring that I could probably insinuate myself along with her since she was using her walker and I was pushing the cart and getting things off the shelf for her. Nobody gave us any trouble. The store was clean and everybody wore their masks and we got a whole lot of stuff and still managed to forget to buy vanilla, one of the things we'd planned the trip for in the first place. Oops. But we got sunflowers and a pretty indoor plant and MIL got to actually shop for her groceries, and she was happy. We also stopped by the nursery, a place she's been wanting to go, and got a big pot of blooming annuals for a very fair price, plus some nice little herbs. She was very tired after that, but it was a good outing.
I came out here to write this with the promise that I would check on kiddo in a little bit in case he still couldn't sleep. He is sleeping now, whew. He was very tired, which wasn't helping the tired-stressed-sad feedback loop. Tomorrow, more exercise and more time outdoors, because that does seem to help.
would you rather eat cereal with applejuice instead of milk or hot chocolate with applejuice instead of milk
I mean.... neither of those sound inherently awful. You’d have to pick the right cereal. Or juice / coco powder ratio. My attitude to food is ‘il try anything once’ so I’m not totally against either of them.
That being said, cereal would be the preferred one I’d try just because idk how well cocopowder dissolves in juice.
Sex may be great, but have you ever felt like you understood your simple harmonic motion notes?
Now that Inktober is over my brain, of course, wants to draw.
Gran finally has a name (Siobhan) and Nan (Nanette).
Siobhan is a retired fencer, fulltime spell creator. Nanette is a born-again ballerina and medicinal potions developer (she was a ballerina in her younger days but stopped bc of reasons and started after Leire came into the picture).
They volunteer at the local community center when they aren’t working at the shop.