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Friday: takeout, Fancy Friday, walks
Jun. 5th, 2020 11:00 pmWe got takeout for dinner from the Horseshoe. They continue to include a roll of TP with the meal, which continues to be charming. I got the brussel sprouts salad, and wound up saving a lot of the bacon and chicken for later. I have _really_ gotten out of the habit of eating restaurant food. In my head, my cooking at home had moved far enough in the direction of restaurant food to be extremely enjoyable (more fat / sugar / salt, mostly), but having encountered actual restaurant food, I am forced to admit that ... I was totally delusional.
Fancy Friday was fun. We were talking about a variety of things, including Room Rater / RateMySkypeRoom, when one person in the group noted that a person (not present) who had attended at least once in the past had been rated by RateMySkypeRoom in the last couple hours. It’s a great room, and she is an awesome human being, so the rating was very favorable. This reminded me of a tangentially related genealogy story, in which I received a phone call from a cousin who was helping do a little family research for a related-by-family (thus, not a branch I had done much research on. Yet.) person and was trying to track down a SSN of a person who had been in the military so that records / medals could be collected. He had figured out that it was in ancestry, but only if you have a subscription, so he called me. I thought it was pretty funny that when someone was trying to find an SSN for a family member, it made sense to call me, and the same person who found the room rating observed (can I say trenchantly here?) that this fit with her model of me. I felt known! It was very enjoyable.
I walked with M. M. is doing okay, but also really, really, really missing simple pleasures that used to be an important part of her life. I feel bad for her, and have no idea how to be of help. Her mom called after M. went home to reassure me that this had nothing to do with me (I did not seriously think it had, but I had wondered if I had perhaps added to M.’s pains with my observations about how we were probably going to have to be wearing masks as things reopen for a while), but I still felt very sad for M. And for everyone. It is a difficult time.
I walked with my daughter. She had a Plants vs. Zombies 2 related meltdown, and I tried to help her (oops — should have had lunch FIRST. Then I had a meltdown). Eventually (AFTER I ate lunch) I convinced her to track down a video to help understand how to play the level she was on. The video (duh) was also telling her she needed to pick different plants and arrange them differently, but where she was just not willing to hear that from me, she was willing to watch the video repeatedly, memorize the strategy, and then implement it. Ah, adolescence. Also, I remember what pre-YouTube life was like, and it really, really sucked. There is absolutely reprehensible garbage on YouTube, but the videos that show you how to accomplish things that you want to accomplish are amazing.
I had a delightful phone call with K.
Fancy Friday was fun. We were talking about a variety of things, including Room Rater / RateMySkypeRoom, when one person in the group noted that a person (not present) who had attended at least once in the past had been rated by RateMySkypeRoom in the last couple hours. It’s a great room, and she is an awesome human being, so the rating was very favorable. This reminded me of a tangentially related genealogy story, in which I received a phone call from a cousin who was helping do a little family research for a related-by-family (thus, not a branch I had done much research on. Yet.) person and was trying to track down a SSN of a person who had been in the military so that records / medals could be collected. He had figured out that it was in ancestry, but only if you have a subscription, so he called me. I thought it was pretty funny that when someone was trying to find an SSN for a family member, it made sense to call me, and the same person who found the room rating observed (can I say trenchantly here?) that this fit with her model of me. I felt known! It was very enjoyable.
I walked with M. M. is doing okay, but also really, really, really missing simple pleasures that used to be an important part of her life. I feel bad for her, and have no idea how to be of help. Her mom called after M. went home to reassure me that this had nothing to do with me (I did not seriously think it had, but I had wondered if I had perhaps added to M.’s pains with my observations about how we were probably going to have to be wearing masks as things reopen for a while), but I still felt very sad for M. And for everyone. It is a difficult time.
I walked with my daughter. She had a Plants vs. Zombies 2 related meltdown, and I tried to help her (oops — should have had lunch FIRST. Then I had a meltdown). Eventually (AFTER I ate lunch) I convinced her to track down a video to help understand how to play the level she was on. The video (duh) was also telling her she needed to pick different plants and arrange them differently, but where she was just not willing to hear that from me, she was willing to watch the video repeatedly, memorize the strategy, and then implement it. Ah, adolescence. Also, I remember what pre-YouTube life was like, and it really, really sucked. There is absolutely reprehensible garbage on YouTube, but the videos that show you how to accomplish things that you want to accomplish are amazing.
I had a delightful phone call with K.