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2025-11-16 10:20 pm
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Sunday is routine

I walked with M.

I had a delightful zoom with I.

I texted with my sister.

I attended part of family zoom.

I did some laundry.

I went to Trader Joe’s. I went fairly early for me — middle of the day, instead of near closing time — and so it was wicked crowded. Ugh. But I got what I went there for, so we’re pretty set for meals for the next several days including lunches for A. I’ll want to go to Stop and Shop for the Santa Cruz Organics applesauce — I think there is only one or two left. I almost tried the TJ’s applesauce, but SCO is the best and Stop and Shop is right there.

R. took care of a bunch of stuff around the house. My sister is going to theoretically try out the dining arm chairs that we’re thinking of getting for the new house. Fingers crossed nothing arises to result in a reschedule.

I keep thinking this is T-week, but it’s not. One more to go, and then we descend into the chaos of the holidays.
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2025-11-15 11:57 am
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New Travis Baldree book!

Yes, I know you’ve all read it already. But if you haven’t, and you care SPOILERS!!!!

Unlike the second delight from Baldree, which was a prequel, this book is chronologically after Legends and Lattes. Unlike the two previous books, it is predominantly about Fern, rather than focusing on Viv. Which is fine! It’s a ton of fun.

I did mention spoilers.

Fern has some excitement with a pescadine on the way to set up a new shop next to Viv, in which she is rescued from a pescadine by Astryx, a Very Ancient Legend of an Elf who has a magic talking sword named Nigel. Viv and company and Fern get the shop set up and it is a banging success immediately and Fern has a crisis, because she was willing to pick up stakes and move in part because her life was feeling empty and meaningless and having accomplished an absolute fucking miracle, her life feels even more desperately empty of something absolutely crucial to her continued to existence. If only she knew what it might be. After receiving excellent advice to go talk it out with Viv, Fern instead gets hammered, climbs into Asteryx’s wagon, and passes out under a tarp.

Obviously, antics ensue.

There are battles. There are books. There is quite a lot of ambiguity about who the good guys are and who the bad guys are. The reader is never made to feel like any of our core company are going to actually die (whew, relief because this one is definitely more up front and personal with the risk of violent death). Baldree manages to move everyone in the direction of kindness, even as he tells the story of taking a “captive” in to collect a “bounty” and people keep trying to kill them or at least steal the bounty. Along the way we learn that the tentacled god’s worshippers are acting as narcissistic supply _very consciously_ to spare the whole world (!!!) and we _also_ get to see people having complicated visceral reactions to people and then see them working through the details of whether those initial visceral reactions were supported by future interactions or not.

I particularly loved the moment where Zyll put herself in the cell. I loved loved loved the idea that Asteryx would never have taken an escort gig, but would take a bounty. I loved watching Asteryx and Fern slowly figure out who they were individually through their interactions with each other, and how they moved forward with their lives after Fern Said No. There is so much beautiful stuff in this book, and I am so happy with it.

I hope that if you read it, you, too, find a lot to think and feel about in it, and that you too find joy in it.
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2025-11-14 03:00 pm
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Very social Friday

I dropped A. off at school, and then had my Dutch lesson. No lesson next week; they are moving and it will be 100% chaos over there. The following week is T-weekend, but we are tentatively still a go for that. Fun!

I had a lovely phone call with K. She had a great way of thinking about incompatible desires in the context of wanting things but not doing anything towards getting the desired thing / accomplishing the desired thing / wtf. Another lens! Yay!

I walked with M.

The attic room is now complete! The film is on the window and the pulls are on the doors in front of the heat pump. The last of it is done, and the last check handed over. Woot! I showed it to M.

I’ve been out of mayonnaise for a while, but had a ton of lettuce in the house. I had been putting the good balsamic vinegar and olive oil on it, but today I made a dressing with the rice wine vinegar, olive oil, mustard and maple syrup and it was really, really good. 10/10 would do that again even if I had mayo around to make honey mustard dressing with. I had also been having BLTs (until I finished the last tomato) and using horseradish whatever leftover from Priestess’ visit, since it has a bunch of mayo in it. That was also really good, but I’ve been too timid to make a salad dressing out of it. Hmmmm.
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2025-11-13 11:00 pm
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furniture and dinner out

A. returned to school! R. and I drove out to Pearl City Antiques and looked at a lot of things, decided not to buy the Biedermyer chair (I knew it was short, but was not expecting uncomfy on top of it), but TO buy the Adrian Pearsall reupholstered armchair, and wound up buying the pair of Hamilton House / Thomasville? wingback armchairs (comfy! Compatible color upholstery!). R. got them all wedged into the van, and we got home, and I went to the loo and then immediately got in my car and went to get A. I was a half hour late but she was 35 minutes late and apologetic so it worked out and we went to Seasons 52 for dinner. I had the butternut squash soup (a bowl this time), the avocado toast, the green beans from A.’s rotisserie chicken, a manhattan and the vegan dessert. Sooooo yum.

I feel very much like it’s kind of optional whether anyone else makes any decisions or not about anything furniture related. The last thing I need to work out in my own head is how many of the dining armchairs to order, and whether to get them with the upholstered back or the rattan back. There’s a 20% off of the entire order if it is more than a certain amount, so I would really rather not break up the order.
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2025-11-12 02:18 pm

Elevator Phone Service probably lots of links

I attended the PGHOA annual meeting last night via zoom. Apparently, the new WA state law regulating condominiums requires HOAs to make meetings accessible to more owners. Fuck Yeah, WA state legislators! Nice to see someone has decided to stop requiring us to rip all our finger nails out trying to hold onto the past.

At the PGHOA annual meetings, technically, meetings plural, we went over next year’s budget proposed and accepted by the board. Absent 51% of the (had to be a quorum) folks at the meeting voting down the budget or revising it, this is the budget. When I was young, I used to look at these things pretty hard. Now, less so. It’s good to be young.

JJ is at least younger than I am, and she had some Questions, notably about the phone and the cable / internet lines. And to be fair, they were confusing. She tends towards hostility, but I bought into this thing back in the ‘90s and I’m much more interested in things going the way I want them to vs. getting into an argument about it. So I “clarified” her question, and CD, outgoing and just re-elected board member, told a story. The story went roughly like this.

Last summer, we finally redid the elevator, as current equipment was increasingly difficult to get parts for and was increasingly finicky (4 story building, elevator is original equipment dates from 1979). We did get a good lifetime out of that elevator. That elevator had — as elevators all over this country are required to do — a phone in it in case of emergency. Sometime during the year, possibly during the renovation, it was discovered that the phone no longer worked. A little bit of information here: if the phone doesn’t work, the elevator may not be used until the phone does work. A bit more flavor on that: we’d been paying for elevator inspections that the company we were paying to do the inspections were not doing. For years, maybe? If they had been doing the inspections, they presumably would have caught the phone problem. Since they weren’t, we don’t know when this started. A year or two ago, the board complained to the management company, and they gave us a different manager and she started catching a lot of stuff, which in turn led to us fixing a bunch of stuff. All to the good.

Anyway. The board member in question spent several hours over a period of time attempting to reach someone at the telephone service provider and … couldn’t. They were taking the payments and not providing the contracted service. Are we sensing a theme here?

So I start thinking about this. If the inspector aren’t inspecting, they won’t catch the phone. This is unlikely to be us as the first victims of this failure to provide service. (Who is inspecting the inspectors?) (Probably this is a paperwork production operation, so as long as the paperwork says the work was done, nobody catches it until the customers complain.) The reason our budget lines for phone / intercom / internet / cable are so weird this year is because that’s generally a deflationary item (if yours isn’t, your probably should look into that) and because we replaced the old phone service in the elevator (that wasn’t performing) by rolling it into the internet based system (which everyone should be doing everywhere).

I understand that you might be tempted to say something like, but I want a “real” PSTN copper landline! If you even know those words, which if you are saying this and you know those words, I hope you have already stopped driving in unfamiliar places, after dark and during rain and other bad weather and you should really have a discussion with the folks who love you about under what circumstances you will turn over your keys and when you replace your driver’s license it will be with a state ID card instead of a license. You might remember the olden days, when the copper landline would “work” even when the “power” was “out”. That’s because there was a big ole battery somewhere, which there increasingly isn’t and also if you are still feisty about this go several paragraphs back up and remind yourself of how _the elevator phone wasn’t working for an extended period of time because the provider was no longer providing the service but was still collecting the checks and just fucking ask yourself how much you are being scammed elsewhere in your life for the false promise that you can keep living like it’s the Reagan Era_.

The real question here — and may the goddess love and bless you and all those you love, because no one else is rewarding your patience so I hope you’re getting something out of it — is: How Many Other Elevators Is This Happening To?

Six years ago in a Ma Bell group on FB, someone posted:

“As a tech who worked tall buildings.
We used to get called out because the phone in the elevator didn't work.
Turns out some newish account manager look over the lines and canceled lines that had no activity
Yes my brothers that was the elevator phone!”

So back then, the risk was, oh, this line is never sued, let’s get rid of it. Things have happened since then.

https://dbscomm.net/end-of-service-for-landlines/

“As of August 2, 2022, The FCC no longer requires telecom companies to provide/sell landline service to small or local telephone companies.”

I missed that development, and may return to dig into it more. Further from that source:

“FCC Order 19-72 was lobbied for as the cost of maintaining copper wire infrastructure has increased over the years, and telecom companies have grown to see it as a dead technology. So in August of this year, the large phone companies were no longer required to support copper landline service, known as POTS (plain old telephone service).

While larger telecom providers like Verizon and AT&T are moving on from costly copper wire and investing heavily in fiber optic communications, there is still a strong demand for service in elevators and buildings that are only wired for copper service.

However, some telecoms are holding onto their copper landline business for the time being and raising prices, industry insiders say that copper phone service will cease to exist by 2025. Another good reason to move on from POTS.”

Welp. I guess we rode that train right to the end of the line.

Anyway. I dug into this today in part because I was wondering whether there was any news coverage of this particular issue. What I learned is that the elevator guild knows all about this, and requirements on new elevators are really great in terms of accessibility and generally not having this problem, but buildings with a single, aging elevator are very much disconnected from that community if their inspection service provider isn’t providing.

My efforts to find an online database of elevator inspection permits were not successful for Seattle — the state maintains a database but it does not include Seattle and Spokane. Those cities do their own elevator inspection. New York and Texas both have a long history of periodic media coverage of problems with their elevators and inspection regulations (or lack thereof), but I suspect a fair amount of regulatory energy has been expended on trying to get private elevators to stop killing children, vs. ensuring that the existing regulatory framework isn’t rotting from within. I suppose we’ll keep having problems of increasing severity until there’s a movement for reform. Or maybe it’ll all be fine, because everyone will have to upgrade anyway for non-tragic reasons.
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2025-11-11 04:58 pm

Sleeping on tables

I’m listening to an odd lots episode about land bubble in China, which is pretty good, it’s an interview with Mike Bird who recently wrote _The Land Trap_. But Tracy has just told a story about you used to be able to go around Beijing at night in the early 2000s and see the waiters sleeping on the tables in restaurants. This is being told in connection with the system by which control to various state supplied goods are connected to where you were born and are not movable, so if you move, you don’t have those any more.

Anyway.

I distinctly remember an off hours (probably late lunch) meal at a restaurant in Concord (one town over), and looking out the window onto the patio (summer) and seeing one of the servers just completely asleep half in a chair half sprawled out on a table. (Very carefully not naming the restaurant.)

I think of stuff like this as another reason to tip heavily. I didn’t need another reason, but it is.

Apropos of nothing other than sleeping on tables, years ago when I was still reading a lot about domestic life in the nineteenth century, there was a bunch of stuff I ran across about the sleeping accommodations for live-in “help”, and debate around just how appalled anyone should or should not be about a maid having a table designated as her bed, and whether one should be appalled on her behalf, or on behalf of the folks who ate at the table.
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2025-11-10 01:53 pm
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In Which A. gets to school on time

So, yeah, no fever and felt like going. I screwed up and put a pot of beans on the stove to cook (soaked all day yesterday and last night) then went upstairs with my breakfast rather than sending A.’s food up (misophonia requires her to not listen to people chewing). A. eventually came out of the bathroom to see the beans boiling over. I kind of lost my shit, because I would never have walked away from them except I keep trying to making things work better in the morning, and unfortunately the normal routine is actually as good as it can be made to be and all efforts lead to some kind of problem (previous problem involved me falling partway down the stairs and ripping a bunch of skin off my forearm where I was gripping the banister and then swung out over the newel at the end which gouged me pretty good — no blood tho, just a lot of bruising and bits of skin to pick off).

As is pretty typical of my frustration / autism driven meltdowns, I don’t stop engaging in problem solving. I accelerate. So new plan is: no phone after midnight. I think that staring at the screen results in her staying up really late, especially if she is not sleep deprived. Saturday she slept past noon, catching up on the week’s sleep debt (necessary!) but then she didn’t go to sleep until 3:30 or later on Sunday morning. By Monday, she was probably slightly short but not much — but effectively 2+ hours jetlagged. Really stupid shit. I’ve asked her to read some of the science on the phone light / circadian rhythm / inconsistent waking and going to bed times etc. and how harmful that is. She attempted to retain the phone in principle, so she could listen to audible while reading an e-reader, and I said, no, we can look into alternative options, but let’s start a routine where you get in bed with the e-reader and audible on the phone at 10 and shut it all down by midnight. We’ll see how that goes. She actually arrived at the school parking lot with 3 minutes to spare.

I do not want to live in a world in which A. only arrives on time places because of the bump in adrenaline from me yelling at her. I hate that. I like calm.

On the furniture front, my sister may go try the chairs out on Tuesday, and the B.’s are starting to think about their furniture needs. Fingers crossed we get some additional input. R. and I are both leaning towards using the Aimee dining arm chair for our space.
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2025-11-09 11:00 pm
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sunday involves some conversations

I walked with M.

I had a delightful zoom with I.

I did family zoom.

I had a delightful long convo with A.

Lots of talking.

A. (daughter, not phone call A.) woke up with a scratchy voice and low energy, so she skipped her playdate. I suggested pre-emptively canceling school tomorrow, but instead we’re going with Wait and See.
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2025-11-08 09:00 pm
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Furniture and drapes

R. and I went to Crate and Barrel, Joss & Main, Arhaus and West Elm to sit in a ton of upholstered dining armchairs in hopes of finding anything at all to refer my sister to for her future dining chair choices. We didn’t do great. We were looking for a fully upholstered low-arm curved / barrel back hip hugger dining chair. Mostly, the radius on the curves was too tight. A lot didn’t have a low-arm. Some were inadequately padded. We did find

https://www.arhaus.com/products/aimee-arm-chair-in-black-drifted

Which isn’t several of the criteria but is extremely comfortable. Comfortable enough to rethink the Stressless dining chair with the extremely long lead time. Altho armchair != plus size friendly in general, so I’m not sure. I’ll have to figure this out before I order anything.

I also showed R. the various drapes option for the window in reception. For some reason, I had it in my mind that that window was not that important in terms of sunlight coming in, and he was clinging to it by his fingernails in desperation and petrified at the idea of me closing tapestry drapes over it. What. No! When is sunlight even going to be coming in through there at an angle that I care about? I would only close the drapes at night anyway. Whatever. He likes the Alex Peyrotte hens and turkeys panels that I found. Weirdly. Front to back the bar / reception / living room in the future house is actually less deep than our current front to back living room. By like three feet.

Anyway.

I walked with M.

I fed A. R. and I had dinner at Burtons and then went to Craft Beer Cellar and ordered the Beer Advent box and bought a bunch of whisky and beer. Fun!
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2025-11-07 02:51 pm
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Negotiations resumed

After I posted yesterday, I had further discussion with my sister. I proposed ergonomic office chairs as dining chairs (I was sincere). That in turn broke loose a great observation: she really liked the chairs at Citricos. She thought initially it was the California Grille, but nope, I found pictures and it wasn’t those chairs, but it was the ones at Citricos, so she basically likes a curved back / barrel / hip-hugger fully upholstered low arm chair. The citricos ones have wings, but it is not clear if that is a desired feature or accidental. I’m going to tour some of the chain furniture stores and try their barrel low arm dining chairs and see what I find and if something seems plausible, find a store near her and tell her to go sit in them and report back. Progess!

Years ago, I proposed a Prioritization Disorder as kind of a joke DSM entry. The thing I’m running up against with my husband / daughter / sister / others isn’t quite that, but may be related. In general, I assume that if you want something done, you’ve got roughly 3 paths forward: do it yourself, delegate it, or identify a person or persons to collaborate with in getting it done. Otherwise, you’re just praying and hoping and wishing.

There might be a lot more people stuck in the praying / hoping / wishing group than I had realized.

Dutch lesson was fun. NOS Journaal does a simplified language version. Woot!

I had lunch at Benjarong with R. I really probably should ask for the vegetarian options on the soup and snack for the lunch combo. I wind up with a slight headache when I don’t, and no headache when I do ask, so.
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2025-11-06 07:41 pm
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The streak ran out

I was on this great streak with various folks who I will be living with in the future, in terms of getting people to actually make decisions about random furnishings and so forth. A lot of that was C., some of it was K., but even my sister helped pick out area rugs for a couple rooms. And then I tried to get some additional seating picked out for her space and that was the end of the streak. Later. Used. Later. No coffee table. No side table. Just a 2 person La Z Boy power loveseat, an antique 48” round table and a freestanding cabinet (first one is going to be new, the others are ones they’ve had for over a decade). No chairs at the dining table that is part of the island. No chairs at the 48” table. No comfy chairs beyond the loveseat. It’s … weird.

I didn’t push, because I’ve made some progress, and also I’ve run up against this with my sister an unbelievable number of times over the years, and I’ve decided I’m a lot more interested in understanding it than I am in picking out furniture right now. I care about this furniture primarily because if I’m in the house before she is (which is the current plan), then I can also order a bunch of stuff from Amazon or Wayfair or Pottery Barn or whatever will arrive the fastest and use it there until she arrives and she can either keep it or pass it along. I _suspect_ that what’s going on is some kind of block specific to chairs that does not extend to rugs — rugs ARE genuinely fun to shop for is someone gets you started in a good place (I pointed her at oushaks on etsy, so very accessible, and I used her colors for the first pick and she just ran with it). It could be that she has a long history of hating chairs — every chair becomes uncomfortable past a certain age, unless you go have it reupholstered and possibly more, and thus they are a necessary evil and you have as few of them as you possibly can. The La Z Boy power recliner and a reference to B. eating in his ergonomic office chair while watching TV on his computer suggest that’s a factor.

I walked with M.
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2025-11-05 10:21 pm
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Still More Driving

I dropped A. off in the morning and picked her up in the afternoon for therapy. She was somewhat late in the morning and really late in the evening, and for whatever reason, it just hit me wrong today. Possibly because I’d scurried around and stripped and made beds and ran the eufy in the bathroom and just generally did a lot and felt extremely … I don’t know. Like I have been working too hard, for sure, but also the shorts arrived the night before and I couldn’t even convince A. to try them on and it just felt like a lot.

I think it’s really easy to respond to someone taking care of the things around one with criticism and complaint or silence and general unhelpfulness. The longer the caretaking goes on, the more this seems to happen. I know it is not just me, and I know I definitely own part of this, so I finally told A. (and then, to be fair, R., because they are two peas in a pod in this way) that I was doing a whole lot and having to work around their obstruction. I had a clear example with CS of how negotiation on house related stuff could be working (they were not always this easy to deal with, but this past few days they have been clear about what they want, and what they don’t want, and they have been responding in a timely fashion, enabling me to come up with a solid furniture plan for their seating area, and area rugs in both K and C’s rooms) to contrast with what it’s like to try to talk to my own daughter and husband. Everyone is very clear that they definitely are excited to be moving to the new place, and everyone is actually working (except possibly A., who does not have enough stuff to need to be curated anyway) to figure out what is moving and clearing out stuff they do not want to be bringing to the new place, so this is not a motivational problem. R. and A. are really avoidant about a lot of things, so I put on the table the possibility that this isn’t really a choice on their part, that instead this is a much more significant disability than I had realized and they actually aren’t capable of being any other way.

That turned out to be an unpopular frame. I’m not interested in motivating protestations of doing better that go nowhere, however, so I made it very clear what I was considering for dealing with the the house related obstruction (mostly if they say “not now” or “later” it’s going to be interpreted as “I decline to participate in the decision making” unless they schedule on the spot when exactly later is. I preface requests to participate in decision making with “are you interruptible / do you have time to chat” and I’m also careful about time of day/ whether people have eaten / look like they are in a terrible mood etc). R. is really persistently dealing with difficulties visualizing the space and what we need in the space by delaying, so I asked him how many months he wanted to live in a house with rooms unusable because they had no chairs or whatever in them. I also discussed just how long did he think it was going to take to move the art in the house and install it in the new space. Again, just wants to put it off. And I’m like, absolutely we are not doing that, with some reminders of what happened when we moved from NH to MA.

I had A. leave the therapist a message saying we were going to be late (This happened before the conversations with R.) when it was clear we’d be over 15 minutes late, and I did not go in with her. I was really mad, and I felt like me being in the room with her was not helping. She’s comfortable enough with the therapist now, that she wants to talk to her, and if she really wants to do this, now’s the time. And she did!

I got a walk with M.

I had a long phone convo with J. (which if I’m being fair, probably also contributed to where my head was today).

I’m sure happy about how yesterday’s elections went. I mean. Could not have been better. Woot!
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2025-11-04 11:00 pm
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Lots of meetings and driving

We did a walkaround with MC for window treatments. I was very nervous about this, but it went great. I brought a bunch more samples home, including some very cool sheers. Last night I went over all the selections and double checked for pfas and change everything that had pfas to something that did not and generally tried to rationalize, simplify, and coordinate with the developing furniture plane.

We had the usual OAC / MEPFP, and HVAC showed up and I think someone else, so lots of people and I ran out of blondies. I ultimately made more after I got home, and I brought the last of the Trader Joe’s babka with me and split it with J. Mmmm.

On the way home, I stopped in Fitchberg and had dinner at Slattery’s with T. Lots of fun! Huge manhattan. Too much pulled pork. But enjoyable and would definitely do that again.
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2025-11-03 01:44 pm
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Lego revisited

Today, the WSJ had an article about AfoL who have devoted chunks of their house to their hobby (often people who started — not restarted, started — during the pandemic). It’s fun, and mostly supportive, hitting the various notes of how the spouse reacts, and leading with an adult woman fan, and how HVAC guys respond to basement lego rooms (What? And then Cool!).

I’ve been asked more than once if I was going to include a lego room in the new house (always no), and a big chunk of recent months has been dismantling and giving away large sets that were scattered around the house. I dismantled and gave away all along, but this was a compressed and somewhat rushed process. No regrets, and I’ve realized I’ve gotten much better at the dismantling process as a result, which is cool in its own way. Looking in the photos of lego rooms and seeing so many kits I’ve owned and given away, I can definitely see that my long history of getting rid of books so I could buy more books turned out to be quite valuable in terms of managing the impact of bricks on my life.

I really like the idea of joy that passes through my life and then goes to someone else. I don’t need to store or curate or memorialize joy. It’s fine that it happens and then goes on to touch someone else.
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2025-11-02 11:00 pm
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Sunday was also quiet

I walked with M.

I got A. through the shower relatively early, because we have Plans.

A. did her playdate after we left the house.

I prepped A.’s dinner early and left her with instructions for heating it up, and I made her a grilled cheese and sides for a late lunch. Then R. and I headed out for Eastern Standard (which was good — I had the salmon frites, a split base sazerac, and a really yummy manhattan with an unfamiliar vermouth), followed by Foundation Room, because apparently when I bought the King Princess tickets, I saw that option and was like, aha! We can avoid standing outside on concrete sidewalk! Yes! I had the mezcal old-fashioned and it was good.

Show was good. Opener was a little feral in a good way. KP was wonderful as expected. Drive home was uneventful. A really, really pleasant evening. We could definitely have started the whole process a half hour or more later however I’m not at all sad about being out of the house at the start of the playdate.

I checked in on family zoom briefly from the Foundation room but I forgot my airpods at home so I only stayed for a couple minutes.

I thought of a seating plan for the sitting area last night: chair and a half, a swivel chair, a coffee table and maybe a side table. I suggested it to C. today and I’ve got two chairs and a coffee table figured which I think I have agreement on, and still working on the side table.
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2025-11-01 04:44 pm

Rugs

It’s a really quiet day here on the Day of the Dead. I started taking down Halloween decorations and M. asked what happened to them. Their (the G. family) fridge is not working, so she’s a little distressed. Her parents went to Lowe’s. Hopefully they were successful in finding a replacement. Their first effort was the wrong size.

I decided to just commit to some 4x6 rugs for the future dining room and order them now. I picked out three Oushak, so they aren’t too expensive, and they are each from a different vendor so if one or more doesn’t work out, hopefully at least one will and I can order more of those in a pinch. I hope they all work — they look very cool individually and I think they’ll look very homey together, and less “designed” and more “hey we found these over the years and liked them”. Crucially, if someone spills something horrible and the stain is not fixable, they are not fantastically expensive.

I then moved onto the Music Room, and I think we’re going to use the current dining room rug in there.

I walked with M. It’s a gorgeous day.

ETA: we had dinner at Woods Hill Table with the B.s Fun! I wore the cardigan from Soul and wound up handing it over to M. for I. We also gave them the Keilhouer (probably spelled that wrong) pink office chair for I. Decluttering! Making a Teen Happy! Woot!

I had leftover cauliflower and duck fat potatoes. Mmmmm. Also, coconut sorbet for dessert.
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2025-10-31 11:00 pm
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Happy Halloween!

T. called to tell me he was coming over with his friend RJ. That turned out to be fun, altho also tiring. The weather was windy, and we lost power for a few seconds and internet for a couple minutes, but that was it. I had a delightful cocktail zoom. I’d gone to the liquor store so I had a Porter (the double feature from dirigible which was fine).

I got to Burlington early, and apparently Fusion closes at 4:30 but A. is always late so I went over to find drive thru coffee because I felt half asleep (pressure changes almost certainly). I wound up going through a wendy’s and they made it fresh. The small was close to 12 ounces or more of coffee, but I sensibly drank very few. It was fine. Actually, for $1.06, it was impressively good.

I picked her up at 4:37, and after some discussion, we are implementing a new plan for picking her up which will hopefully result in her getting out a little earlier and us being less stuck in evening traffic.

I put together the lego gingerbread AT-AT, which was hysterical and a genuinely fun little build. I also started the lego Poinsettias.

We got a lot more trick or treaters than we expected and while it was raining in Seattle, E. and P. both got a lot of trick or treaters too. Fun! I’m thinking a small Halloween party next year really would be fun. It’ll be a Sunday night, and we’ll have to pick a house. Adventure!
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2025-10-30 09:47 am
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The annual helicopter parenting article hit different this year

A friend of mine loves reading the FB parents post for his kid’s college, because Parents Do the Darndest Things. Journalists know that there’s a lot of parent interest in launching their offspring in college, and so they publish annual articles on the topic, some of them around “helicopter parenting” a phrase I 100% loathe.

For the record, I’ve never been in my son’s dorm. I see him when he chooses to come visit my house, or when I miss him and invite him to meet me for dinner, which most recently happened on Tuesday. It was prompted in part by the fact I hadn’t seen him for weeks and people were asking me how he was doing. He used the GPS monitoring app to see whether I was on the way and if so where, but I’d screwed up and switched it to my iPad from my phone, so he couldn’t see where I was so he called to ask when I was 2 minutes late and about a third of a mile away. I have rock solid I Am Not a Helicopter Parent credentials. I don’t hate this shit because it hits close to home. Regular readers know that my son applied to college over my preferences (I wanted him to do a super senior year in high school, and he wanted to go drive around in the rain at rush hour and look at colleges from the road shortly after getting his driver’s license. I said absolutely not, and he went upstairs to his room and applied to several colleges online in a fit of pique. One of them accepted him and he attends there and is consistently on the deans list. We are all very proud of him, obviously, if a little confused.)

With that disclaimer, when the usa today version of this article was sent to me this morning, I responded with links to annual coverage of the same author’s book starting around 2015, continuing to the pandemic, etc. And then I saw from last year the coverage of her stepping down from committees in Palo Alto, in the wake of an autostraddle piece.

https://www.autostraddle.com/i-had-an-affair-with-my-college-dean/

And then I spent some time on her wikipedia page (not the author, the former dean with the obnoxious book and relentless annual coverage).

And then I realized the timeline.

So. Dean has a relationship with a student. Bad. Husband knows, doesn’t do anything to stop her from being horribly inappropriate and stays with her. Worse. Shades of MZB, gender flipped. Student eventually tells people (boyfriend, then parents) — talking about this stuff is really important, because that’s how we develop some perspective, and suppressing talking to protect the person who is behaving badly is one of the many bad aspects of these relationships, and mother complains to school. Dean loses job.

THEN dean writes book. THEN dean is annually everywhere telling parents to Back the Fuck Off.

Oh. Really.

How much of the talk about helicopter parenting is part of a larger grooming campaign. How. Much.

I really hate the “helicopter parenting” trope. I just hate it. Yes, parents do need to share decision making with their offspring. No, you do not need to throw the people you love out in the cold in the name of “independence”.
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2025-10-29 09:25 pm
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Still storming the castle

I’m still dismantling the castle, altho sooooo close now. Just two more bags.

A. and I went to Crossroads Cafe for dinner after therapy. Fun!

I had a walk with M., and a delightful long phone convo with J.

R. went out to the construction site. However, he is now coming down with a cold, and went to bed early.
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2025-10-28 03:49 pm
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Taking apart the castle

Today, I walked with M.

I did the virtual meeting, which was all virtual, because there’s a bit trench in front of the trailer and there’s spray foam happening in the house. Also, the insurance folks came by and had some things to say. Ooops.

I’m taking apart the lego disney castle. Fun! I wonder how far I’m planning on going with this whole dismantle lego project.

I’m off to have dinner with my son in a little while.

I’ve been listening to Brian Potter’s _Origins of Efficiency_ and it’s really, really great.

Also, I made blondies (yesterday), and used the silicone baking mat and that thing is brilliant.

ETA: I had dinner at Pada Thai with T. It was very quiet and the Rama veg was simple but tasty.

We watched the Disney Lego Frozen “Operation Puffins”, based on I.’s recommendation and it was absolutely wild and lots of fun. Nominally 18 minutes, but some of that is credits. 10/10, would recommend.