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It was an eventful day.
I took T. to the orthotics clinic. Things are actually getting better, which is great, and we have an appointment with the orthotics tech specifically later this month to bring in all the KLM orthotics and have them reshaped. We should have brought them today. Oops.
I took A. to the nurse after school to get a quick strep test. It came back negative. If we do not hear back in 48 hours, then the other culture was negative, too. I did not really think it was strep, but her tonsils were really swollen and I figured I would feel bad if it was strep and I did not figure that out for a couple weeks and things got bad.
We went to Forge and Vine. The tuna tartare is really good. I had a Derringer, which is tasty, and their take on a manhattan, ditto. Also, we tried the Naub VSOP, which is young and tastes it but is really good. I will watch for a bottle of that at the liquor store because I would happily keep drinking that. We had the coconut rice pudding again (still awesome) and they comped us some sorbet (raspberry is above average, I did not have the mango, and the passion fruit is fine). I was going to try their beyond burger veggie burger, but I had some time to think about it and I concocted an alternate plan. I asked them to cobble together avocado toast (it was on the menu, but with lobster), asparagus (ditto, as a side) and a fried egg (again, available as an add on on the burgers). They did, they were really nice about it and it was awesome.
We were sitting at the chef’s table, side by side seating with a view of the kitchen, because we had no reservation (got there early, on a Tuesday — place still filled up). The man next to me intruded on my physical space a few times, and the usual (turn sideways, back into my space) did not really fix the problem (we are talking actual, not a brush, physical contact). I contemplated being snippy, decided that was really no fun and this kind of seating is not really intended for snippy anyway, and we often have great convos at bars at good restaurants, so when he made a comment about what he was doing, I said, that is okay, I will just cuddle right up with you, and I did. The four of us chatted for the balance of the dinner, and the two of them were nerdy enough with enough overlap with us that it was an extremely enjoyable convo. Would happily join them for dinner again, altho unclear if that would happen, given that one of them is in Maine and the other in the Villages, but who knows, if they stay at the Groton Inn to meet up for dinner periodically our paths might cross again.
After we all got home and paid the sitter, T. showed me a dog bite he got while at the sitter’s house (dogs belong to sitter’s adult daughter). It broke the skin and abraded skin and left a bruise, through thick jeans. He had not shown it to the sitter, so I took a picture and asked that T. not have any contact with those dogs going forward. T. was sad about the new rule, so I said we could revisit it in a year. There had been a third dog in the house recently, but it was prone to violent fights with the other dogs so no more. I think either the remaining two were always kind of rough and the third dog took it wrong, or the third dog escalated aggression in the other two. I would rather not learn further details the hard way.
I did get to thinking about how different this all is from the way I was raised. We had no pets growing up, and my mother was terrified of dogs (all dogs, as near as I could tell, but supposedly there was a dog before I was born that did some damage to curtains and that was that for that dog, and I know she had at least one dog as a teenager that she loved). I have very limited knowledge of dog bites in general, and have encountered in terms of stories from other people a range of severity of bites and reactions to bites (amazingly uncorrelated to severity of bite, as near as I can tell, and saying a lot more about the person than whatever it was the dog did). T. was not distressed by the interaction with the dogs, and the damage looked comparable to skinning a knee through a fall or similar banging into something. That kind of trauma, whether on wood or concrete or gravel or whatever, can expose one to terrifyingly dangerous microbes, so it seems unreasonable to me to be terrified of whatever might have been in the dogs mouth. But when my kids fall, I do try to help them learn from whatever led to the fall so as to prevent it; I am trying to take a similar approach here.
I took T. to the orthotics clinic. Things are actually getting better, which is great, and we have an appointment with the orthotics tech specifically later this month to bring in all the KLM orthotics and have them reshaped. We should have brought them today. Oops.
I took A. to the nurse after school to get a quick strep test. It came back negative. If we do not hear back in 48 hours, then the other culture was negative, too. I did not really think it was strep, but her tonsils were really swollen and I figured I would feel bad if it was strep and I did not figure that out for a couple weeks and things got bad.
We went to Forge and Vine. The tuna tartare is really good. I had a Derringer, which is tasty, and their take on a manhattan, ditto. Also, we tried the Naub VSOP, which is young and tastes it but is really good. I will watch for a bottle of that at the liquor store because I would happily keep drinking that. We had the coconut rice pudding again (still awesome) and they comped us some sorbet (raspberry is above average, I did not have the mango, and the passion fruit is fine). I was going to try their beyond burger veggie burger, but I had some time to think about it and I concocted an alternate plan. I asked them to cobble together avocado toast (it was on the menu, but with lobster), asparagus (ditto, as a side) and a fried egg (again, available as an add on on the burgers). They did, they were really nice about it and it was awesome.
We were sitting at the chef’s table, side by side seating with a view of the kitchen, because we had no reservation (got there early, on a Tuesday — place still filled up). The man next to me intruded on my physical space a few times, and the usual (turn sideways, back into my space) did not really fix the problem (we are talking actual, not a brush, physical contact). I contemplated being snippy, decided that was really no fun and this kind of seating is not really intended for snippy anyway, and we often have great convos at bars at good restaurants, so when he made a comment about what he was doing, I said, that is okay, I will just cuddle right up with you, and I did. The four of us chatted for the balance of the dinner, and the two of them were nerdy enough with enough overlap with us that it was an extremely enjoyable convo. Would happily join them for dinner again, altho unclear if that would happen, given that one of them is in Maine and the other in the Villages, but who knows, if they stay at the Groton Inn to meet up for dinner periodically our paths might cross again.
After we all got home and paid the sitter, T. showed me a dog bite he got while at the sitter’s house (dogs belong to sitter’s adult daughter). It broke the skin and abraded skin and left a bruise, through thick jeans. He had not shown it to the sitter, so I took a picture and asked that T. not have any contact with those dogs going forward. T. was sad about the new rule, so I said we could revisit it in a year. There had been a third dog in the house recently, but it was prone to violent fights with the other dogs so no more. I think either the remaining two were always kind of rough and the third dog took it wrong, or the third dog escalated aggression in the other two. I would rather not learn further details the hard way.
I did get to thinking about how different this all is from the way I was raised. We had no pets growing up, and my mother was terrified of dogs (all dogs, as near as I could tell, but supposedly there was a dog before I was born that did some damage to curtains and that was that for that dog, and I know she had at least one dog as a teenager that she loved). I have very limited knowledge of dog bites in general, and have encountered in terms of stories from other people a range of severity of bites and reactions to bites (amazingly uncorrelated to severity of bite, as near as I can tell, and saying a lot more about the person than whatever it was the dog did). T. was not distressed by the interaction with the dogs, and the damage looked comparable to skinning a knee through a fall or similar banging into something. That kind of trauma, whether on wood or concrete or gravel or whatever, can expose one to terrifyingly dangerous microbes, so it seems unreasonable to me to be terrified of whatever might have been in the dogs mouth. But when my kids fall, I do try to help them learn from whatever led to the fall so as to prevent it; I am trying to take a similar approach here.