tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47699137982356647802024-03-05T04:35:51.877-08:00Slug Crossings...random trails of a gastropod...Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.comBlogger283125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-33437965489489423272023-12-11T00:58:00.000-08:002023-12-11T00:58:26.154-08:00Dating at 59 really sucks<p>Well, it happened again. I got stood up. There I was, on time, looking really sharp in a classic black dress and a red hat, complete with seamed hose, heels, pearls, and a slick of Dior lipstick. I even wore my favorite perfume. </p><p>I spent two hours getting a string of excuses and '15 minutes, really'. The bartender didn't charge me for the terrible cup of coffee.</p><p>What about me says 'Don't bother to show up'?</p><p>I'm worth better than this. I'm worth dressing nicely for, even if casually, being clean and on time. I'm worth courtesy. I'm worth adult behaviour.</p><p>This sucks. It seems all the good ones are taken.</p><p>I keep trying because I hate being alone. I don't want to do stuff alone. I don't want to spend all of my evenings with Mr Laptop.</p><p>If you know a single man who is worth my time, send him my way!</p>Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-27080558048801371442022-07-26T05:44:00.002-07:002022-07-26T05:44:50.041-07:00I made the mistake of flying Delta. Not a mistake I'll make again.<p> </p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">My Delta nightmare-</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To
start- I’ve not heard good things about Delta- EVER. I only flew
Delta because I was going to my best friend’s funeral, and had to
find the least expensive ticket. After this experience, I will NEVER
fly with Delta again.</span></p>
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beginning
with my flight out on Thursday, July 21, 2022, flight 396 from PDX to
JFK.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*I
am having mobility issues due to a back injury and severe pain. I
called ahead to customer service to arrange a wheelchair, as well as
arranging for it online. I was told that I could check in at the curb
baggage check and get one there. There was no one at the curb when I
arrived, I could not get there attention of the desk staff to simply
ask the question of where to go for one. I tried to walk to my gate
anyway, when someone noted me struggling and flagged down an airport
employee to get me some help. I then got parked at the gate in a
chair that was not a wheelchair but an adult-sized stroller that had
to be pushed- I couldn’t move it only my own, hence couldn’t even
go get a cup of coffee- I was stuck sitting at the gate until my
flight left.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*I
have NEVER been in a more uncomfortable airplane seat. It was
miniscule. The seats are the very opposite of good ergonomic design,
and my back hurt so much worse after sitting in one. There’s
extremely limited leg room. I know coach is tight, but I am only
5’4”, and my knees were touching the back of the seat in front of
me. I pulled a tape measure from my purse and found that between the
edge of my seat and the back of the seat ahead of me was all of 9”
of clearance. That explained why it was so difficult to get in and
out of the seat. And it was even worse when the man in front of me
decided to recline his seat. I tried to use my laptop, but the space
was so tight, I could only open it about 45 degrees, and because of
that, it kept switching itself off.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*I
had the misfortune to be hungry (because I was stuck at the gate
instead of being able to wheel myself to find food), and the tiny bag
of SunChips (gag) were not enough, so I paid $12 dollars for the most
wretched sandwich I’ve ever had. It was allegedly chicken salad, on
a soggy croissant, and filled with arugula, which is definitely an
acquired taste. (It tastes absolutely vile to me.)</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*The
flight was delayed about 45 minutes, which caused problems for the
friends picking me up at JFK. Especially since…</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*The
woman who got me off of the plane in the stroller didn’t take me to
Arrivals- she took me to Departures, and left me there and walked
off. I had no idea where I was, and couldn’t tell my friends where
I was so they could find me, making the delay there even
worse.<br />
<br />
Sunday, July 24<sup>th</sup>, I flew home from JFK
to PDX, on flight 2656. <br />
<br />
*Again, I double-checked that
there would be a chair available for me. There was not. While I was
getting out of the car, my friend went to the curb check agents and
explained that I was supposed to have had a chair waiting for me.
They blew him off completely, saying they didn’t know anything
about a wheelchair. By this time, I was exhausted and in tears. My
friend went in with me, grabbed a random wheelchair from another
airline, and badgered people until someone got a Delta employee to
put me in an adult stroller and wheel me to my gate. And there, he
left me sitting in a seat and walked off with the chair. <br />
<br />
*I
managed to limp to the desk, told the gate agent that I was supposed
to have a wheelchair to get on the plane. She said she’d call for
someone. She may have done it online, but I didn’t see either gate
agent call anyone. At any rate, no one came. Everyone else boarded,
and I was like ‘Hey, I’m still here!’ Finally, another employee
got tired of waiting and pushed me down to the plane herself. TO the
plane, but didn’t help me board or with the carry on. Other
passengers did that. (Why are your passengers doing your jobs?) I got
to board DEAD LAST.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*Seat
was, again, tiny.<br />
<br />
*The wifi kept cutting out or something
on my phone, so I got out my laptop, only to find that I had to PAY
FOR the wifi that I’d understood was free. And it kept dropping me,
and I had to keep re-signing in. And when my battery was down, I
switched back to the phone, which still couldn’t keep the
connection. So I had no way to tell my roommate that we were going to
be late.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*The
media screen in the seat back was not working. The flight staff was
like ‘Not our problem’. With phone and laptop not options, I
mostly looked at the back of the seat in front of me. I had a book
with me, but there was not enough room to hold it comfortably.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*Again,
I’d been stuck at gate, in a stroller, with no way to get food, so
I have to pay for a disgusting, overpriced sandwich and two very thin
apple slices. It was pathetic, but my blood sugar was crashing.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*Oh-
and the carpet in the aisle was filthy.</span></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Delta
is #1- for customer complaints. I can see why. For an airline that’s
been around as long as Delta has, you’d think it was better at
basic competence. Seems I was wrong. But I’m mad, and intend to
spread the word.</span></p>
Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-75582176882699574432022-07-23T23:28:00.002-07:002022-07-23T23:28:42.509-07:00A long goodbye<p>Today, we said goodbye to one of the best friends I've ever had.</p><p>Phil Troy was a man who I owe a life-debt to, who rescued my daughter Anne-Marie when her best-laid plans crumbled. And he helped her get on her feet in the Big City, where she'd gone to 'seek her fortune', like in the fairy tales. He and Susan adopted her as their own. I never could thank them enough.</p><p>But it wasn't just rescuing my daughter. In the 20-odd years that I knew him, he was a huge support, not just as an artist, scholar, and cook, but as a brother who would tell me the hard truth when I needed to hear it.</p><p>One time things were getting heated on my Facebook page, and my own father said some terrible things to and about me, and Phil waded out of the fray and said "Who is this asshole and why do you let him talk to you this way?" When I explained that it was my dad, Phil said "Laura, how old are you?" Lighted dawned. I was 46. And I realized I didn't have to put up with the abuse anymore.</p><p>Through the last few years of my relationship with James, Phil tried to talk some sense into me, to see how toxic it had become. I couldn't see it then. But when James broke thing off, Phil didn't say 'I told you so', but gave me more comfort than I had any reason to expect. </p><p>He was a man who could take the business to another highly respected cook, and tell him he was an idiot without using those words (in fact, in a much more amusing way for those of us who were watching in awe as the two of them battled), and do it with good humor. He also cared for tiny frogs and a peach-faced lovebird as though they were his children. And he cherished his wife and son more than his own life.</p><p>I'm still having trouble believing he's gone. On the other hand, the cancer had ravaged him to the extent that dying was a blessing. I just wish that he'd seen Anne-Marie's elevation, and to meet Sam.</p><p>Phil, my beloved friend, I will always love you, and there will always be a Ralph Kramden-shaped hole in my life. Adieu, dear fellow.</p><p> <img alt="May be an image of 1 person and text that says "illiam Troy June 22, 2022"" class="ji94ytn4 d2edcug0 r9f5tntg r0294ipz" data-visualcompletion="media-vc-image" src="https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.30808-6/294431569_10159155517119401_6653096112226756453_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=8bfeb9&_nc_ohc=YwBGAhg-Qv8AX9H5Ku1&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AT-VOC3Tt760HBnzyZFzisniUP4R5pXIv_tipOqPGTAT8g&oe=62E1C37D" /></p>Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-62222495752488054842021-05-05T22:00:00.004-07:002021-05-05T22:00:33.139-07:00Argh! To sleep, perchance to- dang it, that lead popped off again...<p> </p><div><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc e5nlhep0 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_j5"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v knj5qynh oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">So, I had another sleep study last night. Or a 'you've got to be kidding me' study. Who can sleep with all of those wires all over?</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><img alt="" src="https://cdn.psychologytoday.com/sites/default/files/styles/article-inline-half/public/blogs/103195/2014/08/158472-162620.jpg?itok=swfU6QXK" title="" /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Yeah, that's roughly what I looked like.Well, with a headful of electrodes, too-</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> <img alt="Epilepsy" class="attachment-1000x9999 size-1000x9999 wp-post-image" height="550" src="https://8kfao1q9pxs3nyjty3mk5r67-wpengine.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/09/DSC1659-feature.jpg" width="1000" /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">And add an assortment on wires for EKG (and I'm allergic to the glue on the pads for those), a cannula on my nose and more monitors... </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Bed was lumpy, sheets were scratchy, room was cold. I didn't sleep well, kept waking up, my back hurt a LOT, and one of the leads on my legs kept coming loose, so the tech had to come in and clip it back on. Apparently I was talking in my sleep, which is unusual for me. And not just talking- teaching in my sleep! (Father Abelard rides again!) And the tech said I was singing at one point. Very, very weird.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Came home, smeared four coconuts worth of coconut oil into my hair, to get the out from the EEG leads out. Took about 40 minutes in the shower to get my hair presentable. (It is still not happy.) And then I went back to bed. And slept. A LOT.<br /></div></div><div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Hopefully tomorrow I'll get done what I intended to do today.After I've had some sleep at least...<br /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div>Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-63236721124534289052020-04-21T14:08:00.000-07:002020-04-21T14:08:00.573-07:00A foolish little girl- and another spider!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just a test- a couple of stories for the grandkids...Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-24750878754144796632019-03-22T18:22:00.000-07:002019-03-23T00:14:27.774-07:00And still, life goes on.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I get brief moments, like the one at left, sitting in the hallway at Twelfth Night, where it suddenly all comes together, the clouds part, and rays of light strike me...<br />
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Or Miriam gets a good photo of me. :-)<br />
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I've been working at trying to be busy, trying to see friends, and do stuff that gets me out of the house. Trying not to mope. Telling myself that I can get over this, and then it won't hurt so much.<br />
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Lies never hurt so much as when they're to yourself.<br />
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I finally realized a couple of weeks ago that no, I'm not ok. Yeah, I've hit that point where I'm angry, but it's like I'm still bleeding inside, and no amount of band-aid will fix that, even if they are Avengers band-aids.<br />
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I think of all of it, the initial shock, bereavement, and sense of betrayal- all of it pales in comparison to that huge, gaping hole in the middle of my life: I've lost my best friend. I no longer have that every day or two talk, the chance to sill emotions, to share things I've seen or thought, to complain, to express worry and say "What do I do? I don't know what to do!" The impulse, dozens of times a day, to share something with him, keeps the wound raw and oozing. <br />
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So I talked with Rebecca, and we're going to up my anti-depressant, just a bit, just to get me over the hump. Hopefully spring will help too.<br />
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However, my lungs are doing unhappy things again, and I'm back on prednisone. And hoping that Dr Fraley can get this under control before it gets worse. Lung stuff can be terrifying.<br />
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Here's to hoping that April is better.Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-47227526022337765662019-02-14T01:33:00.001-08:002019-02-17T00:41:56.524-08:00Better late than...Has anyone else noticed how the wheels sort of fell off their lives, oh, in early November, 2016?<br />
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Yeah, I realize it's been two and a half years since I posted. Things have been happening.<br />
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And for good measure, here is a couple of photos of Sam, last summer! <br />
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He is absolutely adorable. :-D And a very sweet boy!<br />
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The girls are growing too! Would you believe 2nd grade?<br />
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And me? I'm...<br />
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Well, it's been mostly bad news. First, St Matthew's closed. We were losing attendees and $ since 2013, and the last year or so made it pretty obvious. We had our last Sunday service in October of 2017, and a celebration with cake and all that November. But the work was far from done. I was Senior Warden (sort of the board chairman), and ended up doing most of the work, which was sort of a combination of coroner and executor. It was horrible. And it took months. But it was close properly and in as orderly a fashion as I could.<br />
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My health has continued badly. In 2 years, I've been hospitalized 4 times and had 2 surgeries. Spent some time in a hellhole rehab place (no really- I talked to my OHP caseworker about it, and they ended up taking them off the list of rehab places that OHP will pay for.). The fibro has gotten really bad, and I'm having some serious issues with my back. Finally got a referral to the pain center at OHSU. I'm still wending my way through referrals and such, but I'm hoping that they can do something to take the edge off.<br />
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Is anything else seriously stressing me out? Well...<br />
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In November, just before my birthday, James announced that he was done, and ended our relationship. It had been 19 years. THIS WAS NOT MY CHOICE. We were having communication difficulties, and I was trying my damnedest to figure out how to solve them. I suggested quite a number of times that we see a counselor, get some translation, try to get on with life. Apparently this was not De Plan in his eyes. So it was BANG! and I'm completely cut off. I don't even know how to live life without him. I've been part of Us for so long, and looked forward to growing older with him, and now I have a gaping hole that I can't even begin to fill, because I can't see the bottom yet.<br />
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I'm getting support from family and friends, but it kinda doesn't fix it.<br />
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So this is me, 54, and single on Valentine's Day.<br />
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Well, I find that I haven’t updated this blog in a year now. I really have no excuse- it is my home page, so I see it often. Sometimes I look at it and feel guuuuuuilt about not updating...<br />
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In my defense, I’ve had a really rough year. January of 2015 I somehow ruptured a disc in my neck, and I’ve been in a great deal of pain from that. It took more than 8 months to get OHP to approve physical therapy for it. It helped some, and I got some range of motion back in my arm, but the pain is still there. So I have a constant level of grey over me from that.<br />
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In April, 2015, I fell down the stairs at church. It looked as though I broke my leg- it was really, really bad. The staff in ER sent off to orthopedics to get ready to set it. Then the x-rays came back. It wasn’t broken after all- but I had a massive <a href="http://www.sw.org/HealthLibrary?page=Periosteal%20Hematoma" target="_blank">periosteal hematoma</a>. I was in a boot for six weeks (missed Egils because of it), and I still have a really ugly mark on my leg, and a big dent. That was not fun.<br />
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Also in April, I had my hair cut. A blunt cut, jaw length, and my natural curl makes it pretty cute. And on Sundays, all I have to do is touch it up with the curling iron, and it is fabulous. I got a bunch of fake hair for SCA events, and that looks nice.<br />
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I had kind of come to terms with the pain issues on top of the fibromyalgia, when the doctor sent me for a sleep study, because I was having symptoms that might be narcolepsy. So we did the long study- overnight, and then daytime naps. They didn’t find any obstruction or apnea. But they did find that for some odd reason, my oxygen drops when I’m asleep- like, nearly 15 points. So now I'm on supplemental oxygen at night.<br />
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So several tests and doctors later- including a lung biopsy, they determined that i have <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarcoidosis" target="_blank">sarcoidosis</a>. It’s another auto-immune disease (as though fibromyalgia wasn’t enough), and they started me on steroids.<br />
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Ten weeks later, I was 25 pounds heavier, stretch marks all over (a new thing for me- I didn’t even get them when I was pregnant!), and highly volatile. We took me off of them, and put me on a different drug (which is making my hair fall out). <br />
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Some time around Halloween or Thanksgiving or so, I started having headaches. Really bad ones. Different from anything I’ve ever had. Really bad in the morning, and late at night. Enough to make my vision a bit low. And I’ve developed tinnitus, really bad. It’s 24/7, and pretty loud. And I’ve lost some hearing in the right ear.<br />
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After several doctors, a CT scan, and an MRI, they think I have <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idiopathic_intracranial_hypertension" target="_blank">Idiopathic Intercranial Hypertension</a>, also known as Pseudotumor Cerebri. We’re still trying to get me in to Neurology (more OHP fu). Next step is likely a spinal tap.<br />
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My life just keeps getting harder and harder. And I feel like it’s shrinking, and I’m losing more and more, until now all I have is my computer and my books.<br />
There are some bright spots though. David has been here for a little more than a year, and just before Christmas, Lydia and the girls came up to join him. They weren’t doing well without Daddy. They’re staying in the basement, and it’s not ideal, but they’re together. He has a (hopefully temporary) job right now, but the pay is just above minimum, and they can’t get an apartment on that. He’s putting in a lot of applications, so hopefully something will come up soon.<br />
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The girls are a hoot though. We have artwork all over, and they go to the park a lot, and they watch They Might Be Giants kids’ videos on my computer. I introduced them to Harry Potter, so they watch that too. The first two movies, that is. The third and past that are too scary, and we think they’d have nightmares. I made them nice sturdy wands a couple of weeks ago, so now the adults in the house have to pretend to be petrified or fall down or whatever. I got the a planet mobile that is nearly put together- the planets had to be painted, which was messy, but fun.<br />
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Politics has me pretty freaked out right now. Trump scares me- a lot. And his supporters even more so. The violence at his events is terrifying. Currently I’m supporting Bernie, but if Hillary wins the nomination, I’ll support her. I’d vote for a yellow dog over any of the current GOP offerings.<br />
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Well, this should do for now. Hopefully, I won’t wait another year before updating again! Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-10055674629475842432015-03-31T00:56:00.001-07:002015-06-23T07:03:30.480-07:00My answer to prejudice.<div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">
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So I have something to get off my chest.<br />
It's my observation that it is a lot easier to fear and even vilify
something and someone if you don't know them. Most of the fear of the
dark closet at night is the unknown. When you don't know what might jump
out and getcha, you're more likely to hang on to something to strike
back with.<br />
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I grew up mostly in small town, and then rural area.
There weren't any minorities, except for one Native American family at
my middle school. I'm not sure that I'd even met a black person until my
Aunt Verva married a man who was part black. There were a handful of
Asian kids at my high school, remnants of the Japanese families who
farmed in the valley. For the most part, I went to lily white schools.
The year I spent in Hawaii was a complete shock in many ways. Suddenly
there were all these people from all sorts of ethnic backgrounds, and I
found that, well, they were just _people_ Humans. Like me.<br />
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never knowingly met any gay people. There were a couple of kids who were
'different' (and one that I knew was gay, how, I don't know, but I
knew. He's here on my FB and I love him dearly), and lots of talk went
around, but given how often 'gay' was used just as an epithet, I have no
real idea if any of them actually were gay.<br />
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In the churches I
attended, fire and brimstone coated any talk about gays. When I was a
kid, I had no idea what or who a homosexual was, but apparently it was
BAD, and I should shun them. As an adult it was even worse. Through the
80s, and especially after AIDS became a 'thing' (no thanks to the Reagan
administration to trying to hide it for so long), the screaming about
the horrible gays hand how they wanted to destroy us all and convert our
children, etc et etc got even louder. I was terrified of the gays, and
revolted by them.<br />
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And then something changed. I found the SCA.<br />
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It was a bit like moving to Hawaii, in that suddenly I was in an
environment were there were gay people, they were 'out' but not
obnoxious, and I got to know them. And found that they were _people_.
Humans. Just like me. They didn't have horns and tails. They didn't grab
my kids and try to make them gay. They didn't break up my marriage
(that fell apart on its own, thank you). They were decent people, just
as hardworking as anyone else. They had homes, and jobs, and families.
And as I got to know them and befriend them, I found that I wasn't
afraid of them. I was no longer revolted. And I learned to love them as I
loved the others around me. Several of them are here. (Hi! <waves hand="">)</waves><br />
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Later, I joined the Episcopal Church and found gays in
my parish, and in church leadership. They came to worship with the rest
of us. They sought to serve and to share in parish life. And they were
seeking God the same as I was.<br />
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How could I possibly push them aside? Were they not my brothers and sisters?<br />
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I'm not afraid of an 'agenda'. Like someone told me, the gay agenda is
not taking over our country and converting everyone. They gay agenda is
more like "Pick up dry cleaning. Grocery- milk, garlic, hamburger. Do
taxes. Fix leak in bathroom sink." No grand conspiracy. They just want
lives like the rest of us.<br />
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I think that some demystification on a
grand scale needs to happen. People need to SEE and know the gays
around them, need to see them as _people_, as humans. Need to lose that
fear- the fear that leads to terrible actions like the bill in Indiana.<br />
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And I think the same of race and religion. We need to meet and learn
from people of other races and ethnicities. We need to befriend and
learn to care about people from of other religious backgrounds- not to
convert them, but to respect them.<br />
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None of this will change until we do so.<br />
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Well, this winter is being difficult. Not the weather so much- that hasn't been too bad. But life has been very difficult.<br />
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First, ZIPPY DIED. I was really distraught, but there was nothing to do about it. We took her in because the front end was acting really weird. Turned out that the main bar that holds everything together was broken- one bolt was holding it together, and only partway. A good jolt or vibration would have left me with no steering at all. And the costs to fix her- if we could get the parts- would be far more than she was worth. And she would still be a 33-year-old car. So with heavy hearts, we donated her to the Humane Society. Wanda got a tax credit, and hopefully someone else will be able to get some use out of her.<br />
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That was in November. Then in the first week of December, I had a doctor appointment in Beaverton, and I borrowed Wanda's truck to get there and back. I was exhausted- Lydia and the girls had just gone home from Thanksgiving, and I was still exhausted. I love them to bits, but the girls really take it out of me, and I was completely out of spoons. I fell asleep at the wheel, drifted, and hit two parked cars. I was ok- one scrape, but the truck was totaled. I cannot possibly express how awful I felt about that. (Still do.) And it left us without wheels.<br />
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So Wanda dipped into an account (oh, I really felt bad about that!) and bought a little car for herself- a 2013 Toyota Yaris. Very cute little thing, silver, and she named it K-9 after the 'tin dog' in Doctor Who. Then we got me a used Volvo wagon, 1998, with half the miles of Zippy. Gas, not diesel. Sort of a rose bronze color. I stuck an 'Allons-Y!' sticker on the back, and named it Alonso, so I can say "Allons-Y, Alonso!" Yes, I am a geek.<br />
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Lots of money spent, in large part my fault.<br />
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The doctor's appointment I was returning from when I wrecked the truck was a gynecological oncologist, specialty surgeon. I'd been having some weirdness, and my gynecologist determined that the endometriosis had returned. With a vengeance- I had a good-sized mass. She decided that she wasn't comfortable doing the laproscopy herself, as it looked like it was going to be pretty involved, and a specialist would be safer. (The oncologist later told me that the gyn was a rockstar for referring me to him- there was no way she would have been able to do it, and she would have had to back out and call him in anyway.)<br />
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So I had a robotic laproscopy. They took out a large mass, the size of my fist. There were a number of smaller masses, and further 'flecks' of the endometriosis all over. The surgeon said that it looked like a bomb had gone off. They had some difficulty getting the big mass loose- it was wrapped over the ureter on that side. They eventually got it loose. They also had to re-open the vaginal cuff (where my cervix used to be) to get one of the small masses out, and so that was re-sectioned and resewn. In all, the surgery was difficult- he says he'd rather dig out cancer than deal with endometriosis- cancer is a lot easier. And it took about twice as long as they'd thought. But the biopsies came back clean.<br />
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That was the 10th of December. Recovery has been difficult- a lot longer than I'd thought, and more painful. I'm just now getting on my feet, and they said it will be about May before I'm really back to normal. Joy.<br />
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Now just to make things really fun, I developed some serious pain at the back of my neck and down my left arm. I realized it wasn't going away, and Sharon Rose (massage therapist), who is also a rockstar, told me something was wrong and I needed to see my doctor. So I went in. My doctor was booked, so I saw the intern, who thought it was a bad rotator cuff. I went to Twelfth Night that weekend, and was miserable- couldn't dress by myself, was on pain meds, slept through the court I wanted to be at, and missed a lot of the event. (Did see Phil and Annie though, and that was nice, :- ) I went back to the doctor that Monday, as it became clear that it was not the rotator cuff when the pain started going to the right arm also, and my hand started having intermittent numb spells. They decided that it was a bad disk in my neck and sent me for an MRI. That showed a bulging disk and inflammation, but the person reading it didn't think that it was bulging enough to cause a problem. Well, I beg to differ!. He may not think so, but my body sure does! So back to the doctor I go. They want to send me to the pain clinic, but I think that is really just palliative, and I really want to fix what's wrong. I'm not sure how persuasive I can be.<br />
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I did discover that a somewhat contentious Laurel meeting isn't so bad if you're on hefty pain meds. Need t remember that. :-) )<br />
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So basically I'm living on pain meds, watching the clock, and having to do without if I have to drive or otherwise be awake. It sucks. It's no way to live. And very depressing. Very, very depressing.<br />
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Next month, over Valentine's Day weekend, James and I are going to the coast for the weekend, by ourselves. No events, no meetings, no 'honey-do' projects, just time for us. I can hardly wait. I'm really hoping that the streak of bad luck is over before then. I really need a break.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The yoke, with narrow trim and appliqued leaves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not so great picture of the hanging gown- the color is sort of off there- should be much warmer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I haven't been able to find a full-length shot of her- if I get one, I'll post it.</span>Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-74015304064142489232014-07-14T15:47:00.000-07:002014-07-14T15:47:49.945-07:00The New Doctor?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, I did it. I called Care Oregon and arranged to transfer clinics. I looked on their website and found a doctor there who's a likely suspect.</span><br />
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Cardiovascular Disease, Chronic Kidney Disease, Diabetes Care, Hypertension, Thyroid Disease </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"</span><span style="font-size: large;">I believe in a holistic approach to patient care - emphasizing the role
of social, mental, and environmental factors influencing health and
wellbeing."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This has distinct possibilities. He specializes in several things that are major issues for me, and he's an internist, so he's more likely do have the background to offer the close attention my problems need.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He's Indian, has been here since 2003. I don't know if there might be communication problems; on the other hand I think I might be better than most at handling them if they arise. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I'm meeting him for a new patient appointment on the 24th. I suppose I'll see then if he's a good fit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the meantime, I saw a Gynecological specialist Friday about the bleeding issues. She had some labs taken, and she's going to consult with some colleagues. She said we might need to do a biopsy and/or excision. There is a nodule, possibly just scar tissue, but possible a recurrence of the endometriosis. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And according to her, I should have been getting progestrone as well as estrogen, to keep the endometriosis down, but I haven't been. Less than happy about that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So life could be interesting medically for awhile. When hasn't it been?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Any guesses as to how very tired I am of all this?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In other news, it has been HOT. Lay-around-and-sweat hot. Naturally, I have a deadline and am spending a lot of time in the studio, which is naturally in the attic. We have window unit A/C, but it is still pretty oppressive. And I HAVE TO finish this stuff...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's going to be FABULOUS though. I might get some pictures later today and put them up. My phone gets lousy color, but I think enough should come through to offer an idea of what it looks like. I'm pretty happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So it's back to my iced tea, and upstairs to work. I have no fingerprints- the handwork has erased them. As James would say, time to rob a bank! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Just
to add to the guilt of the day/week/month/years... Three writing
projects on the hard drive, in various stages of production. One of them
up to about 30k words. And they feel good. But why can't I summon up
the self-discipline to get any work done? It occurs to me that the oomph
probably went the same place that the sewing energy went. Maybe the
depression? About all I can do is sleep and watch videos. And do doctors
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Yes, I've been watching Doctor Who again. Went through a bunch of the old ones (I think Tom Baker was AWESOME), and then the reboot. I'm down to Tennant's last two episodes, and almost hate to watch them, because I hate to see him go. He was so... he so caught the spirit of the Doctor. Mercurial- lighthearted one moment, deadly serious the next,ebullient, or deeply introspective...<br />
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In other news though, I'm shopping for a new Primary Care Physician. I've been with Judy Becher for 14 years or so, and in general have been happy with her. She's a good doctor in general, a solid GP. The problem is, I'm not ordinary. I think she's out of her depth, dealing with someone who has multiple, interlinked problems, and chronic diseases. She's let things slip that should have been attended to, and stuff happened. For instance, my creatinine levels were elevated for quite some time, and nothing was done- in fact, I didn't even know about it until my rheumatologist said something. Now I have Chronic Kidney Disease. I asked the nephrologist the other day, point blank, if the creatinine levels had been addressed when they first went up, or even as late as a year ago, would I be seeing her now? And she said flatly No.<br />
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I called Care Oregon Monday and asked about how to get a new PCP. Got suggestions and some names to look into. So I get to doctor shop.<br />
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I'd much rather just get David Tennant to be my doctor!<br />
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So, the new pavilion was built- and turned out great! I was biting my nails as we put in up, but it worked perfectly. I haven't had a chance yet to paint the poles, or add the painted borders, but I will. Then it will look even cooler.<br />
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The internal curtain worked well too, though it was a bit dark inside. However, it kept the bed area quite cool,which was really nice. And gave us a tiny bit more privacy.<br />
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David and Lydia and the twins came out for a day trip that Saturday. They had a blast- especially the girls, who had a chance to run around in the grass, and chase Tadhg and Morrghan's boys. Sadly, I didn't get pictures.<br />
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We had a birthday party for James, who turned 50 on May 16th. I'm having a hard time thinking of him as 50, until I see the silver in his hair (the result of working with middle-schoolers, certainly). And then I look in my mirror...<br />
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I'm working on clothes for Ursel, who is being elevated to the Laurel at July Coronation. I'm also doing vigil baths for she and Suvia both. It will be a busy weekend!<br />
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lest you think that all I do is hang out online (I have got to remember
the close the Facebook tab instead of leaving it open), I actually have been
working. Have stuff going upstairs, when I'm up to moving about.
Otherwise, reading, and writing.<br /> <br /> Current reading:<br /> <br />
_Charlemagne's Courtier: The Complete Einhard_, edited and translated by
Paul Edward Dutton.(Broadview Press, Ontario, Canada, 1998) (Just fi<span class="text_exposed_show">nished this, in fact)<br /> <br /> _The Carolingian World_, Marios Costambeys, Matthew Innes, and Simon Maclean,(Cambridge University Press, Cambridge, UK, 2011)<br /> <br />
_Carolingian Portraits: A Study in the Ninth Century_ Eleanor Shiple
Ducett. (University of Michigan Press, Ann Arbor Michigan, 1988)<br /> <br />
_Franks, Burgundians, and Aquitanians and the Royal Coronation Ceremony
in France_ Elizabeth R. A. Brown; Transaction of the American
Philosophical Society, Volume 82 part 7. (The American Philosophical
Society, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1992)<br /> <br /> _Lex Salica: The Ten
Texts With the Glosses and the Lex Emendata_, J. H. Hessels, H. Kern,
eds. (Elibron Classics, London, UK, 1880)<br /> <br /> No fiction, except
for the stories in the New Yorker (just finished the summer fiction
issue and my head is in a really weird place). Maybe later in the
summer.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="text_exposed_show">In my copious spare time, of course. </span></span><br />
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Ok, it's a fair cop.<br />
<br />
Earlier last night I finished watching Stephen Fry's two-part thing
'The Secret Life of a Manic Depressive'. And it shook me up a bit.
Well, maybe more than a bit.<br />
<br />
I was diagnosed when I was at
school. '95 or therebouts. Got on the medication merry-go-round then
because I had to, just to cope with daily life. It's been a wild ride
since.<br />
<br />
Mostly I struggle with the depressive end of it.
I'm Type 2, so the ride isn't as bad as it could be, but it's still
seriously unfun. I managed to get through for quite some time, mostly by
sheer force of will, but not long after a traumatic breakup, in fall of
'98, I had an abrupt manic cycle, and a subsequent crash. The
breakdown, hit hard, and I never really recovered. It completely
torpedoed my academic career.<br />
<br />
I'm still struggling, 15
years later. I've gotten pretty good at recognizing the up cycles- they
terrify me and I do everything I can to even them out, but the fact
remains that underneath it all, the depression has never really ebbed.
If you poke me just about any day, I'll likely say that I'm about a 3,
on a scale of 1-10.<br />
<br />
I'm having to deal with other medical
issues too- the fibromyalgia, cardiac stuff, chronic asthma, thyroid
problems, arthritis, high blood pressure, and now, chronic kidney
disease, in part the result of the meds I've had to take to treat the
manic-depression. I'm on a rather frightening amount of meds, which I
have to be very careful to take at the right times, in the right ways.<br />
<br />
Really, it's not a pleasant way to live.<br />
<br />
Stephen
remarks at one point in the film, after admitting to more than one
suicide attempt, that he realizes that he really doesn't want to kill
himself, he just wants to be dead. I can identify with that- but I don't
really want to die- I have a lot to lie for- a man I adore, children I
love dearly, and granddaughters, friends I care for deeply, a church and
social life that means a great deal to me. But I will admit that there
are times that I wish I could just go to sleep and stay that way. I've
been in a lot of pain in a lot of different directions. I can't take
basic analgesics anymore, and the heavier stuff makes me groggy and
morose. The anti-depressants don't help that much, and the side effects
aren't worth it. And we're having to scale back- and probably drop- the
lithium, because of the kidney issues. So I'm kind of stuck.<br />
<br />
I'm
not functioning very well right now. Just sort of 'getting by'. And
barely that. I can't seem to force myself to write, which is
frustrating, because that is good for me. I have craft and sewing
projects that are years behind. I bite my nails till they bleed. I've
found myself pulling at my hair again (doesn't help thaqt the white is a
different texture and it drives me nuts). I can't hold a job. Getting
to church Sundays sometimes takes herculean effort. About all I feel
like doing is sitting here, watching QI reruns, a bit of Netflix,
hanging out on Facebook, reading email. I try to get down to see Teh
Girlieez once a month or so, but that saps my energy so badly I usually
end up sleeping for days afterwards.<br />
<br />
Sleep is a problem.
Either I sleep too much (exacerbated by fibro and arthritis flareups) or
I can't sleep, like now. I feel like a zombie, and I know it doesn't
help AT ALL.<br />
<br />
Seeing the pain that Stephen deals with- and
the people he interviewed- really woke me up to the state I'm really in.
I'd been telling myself I'm 'well managed'. I'm not. Time I was honest
about it.<br />
<br />
At the moment, I don't know what to do about it.
The meds aren't cutting it. Therapy doesn't really change anything. It
feels good to watch cartoons, or QI, or Doctor Who, or the Marx
Brothers, but the warm fuzzy doesn't really last.<br />
<br />
I really
not trying to whine, or attention-seeking. Really. Just trying to be
honest. But I have to say, I don't know where I'd be without my loved
ones. And I don't know that I'd survive without the medical care I've
got. And I have to say, in no uncertain terms, that if any of you feel
similarly, GET HELP.<br />
<br />
I may never 'get better'. This may be
good as it gets. But I figure that every day I spend above ground is a
good day, and that's something. For now, it will have to do.</div>
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You know, there are times I feel like the universe is using me for target practice. This is one of those times.<br />
<br />
My primary care physician sent me to see a rheumatologist, because the fibromyalgia pain, coupled with the arthritis pain, has gotten out of hand. I've been taking aleve and ibuprofen by the handful, with not enough relief, and for some reason she won't prescribe anything stronger. (I think this partly may be because of oversight by OHP, or simply something of profiling, as I live in a maybe not-so-good neighborhood, etc.)<br />
<br />
So I went off to see the rheumatologist. She poked around, made frowny faces at my joints, and at my chart, but was visibly upset about the NSAID use. And apparently my creatinine levels are too high, which indicates kidney stress. So she told me to drop the NSAIDs, cold, and fill in with tylenol until we can track down the kidney issue. This does not please me, because if tylenol would do it, I wouldn't be taking the high doses of NSAIDs. And she sent me for more labs.<br />
<br />
The next labs were no better. And my right knee (the bad one) and hands are pretty bad. So we took xrays, more labs, and she sent me back to my primary care to get a referral to a nephrologist.<br />
<br />
Back to Dr Becher. She didn't seem to be terribly exercised about the kidney stuff, but took yet more labs and put in for a referral to a nephrologist. That was Friday.<br />
<br />
Monday I get a call from her nurse. The Friday labs did more testing than just the creatinine. They were bad. The official words are Chronic Kidney Disease. They're fast-tracking the referral, and they gave me a sheaf of info- mostly new diet stuff- to go through while waiting for the nephrology appointment.<br />
<br />
Interestingly, a fair proportion of the stuff in the diet recommendations, etc, are directly opposed to diet recommendations I have to follow to deal with my meds, mostly the bi-polar meds, and those are not negotiable. And the potassium is a problem. This could be interesting, trying to balance all of this. The bi-polar stuff is not negotiable. But my kidneys are also very important.<br />
<br />
(bang head on desk)<br />
<br />
So we wait and see what the nephrologist has to say.<br />
<br />
<br />
In other news, Phil and Annie went to 12th Night with me, which was great fun. Phil even enjoyed court, which was unexpected. They are getting tucked in to the Madrone scene, and it helps that they got involved with Pembroke and his household right away. And they are both in armor, which is cool! Phil is enjoying himself, but Annie is loving it, and she's decided that she really wants to be a knight! That is cool as all get out. :-D<br />
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Church is good. I don't know if we have the stove issue resolved yet. Annual meeting is Sunday, but there's supposed to be 6" of snow on the ground.<br />
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And my hair is still a wreck. Bah. Rain, I said! Now snow!Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-35871612001732129742014-01-26T05:33:00.000-08:002014-01-26T05:33:34.455-08:00Dry, dry, dry, dry, dry...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ok, this is not actually me. But that is pretty much what my hair looks like these days.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: small;">It's not far off of that normally, but our weather has been really dry of late (yup, no rain in Portland), so it's even worse. If I leave it completely alone after washing ti- no combing, just towel dry and fluff it- it has ringlets for about half of the day. And then it gets fuzzy. If I use the hairbrush on it, it is even worse. I look like Roseanne Roseannadanna</span>. .(Yes, I know I'f dating myself there.) Or worse, Cousin it.<br />
<br />
Leaving the conditioner on longer than usual makes it floppy, but still frizzy. (and I don't get the ringlets at all.) Product makes it crunchy and frizzy.<br />
<br />
So mostly I wear it pulled up with a big clip, or wind it into a chignon, or braid it. Bah.<br />
<br />
There are days I'm tempted to shave it off.<br />
<br />
Pray for rain.<br />
<br />
<br />
It's not just my hair. My sinuses and the inside of my nose are really dry, and one side of my nose cracks and bleeds, so I get nosebleeds. Not fun. I keep putting lotion in it (the thick Nivea stuff that comes in a canister), and I got myself a wee crockpot to put a little moisture into the air, but it seems that it is not enough. And my throat is sore, same reason.<br />
<br />
Pray for rain.<br />
<br />
<br />
Oddly enough. our hyacinths are coming up already. In January. The greens are already about a foot tall. I worry a bit about them, as it's been really cold (26F at the moment- cold for Portland) but they seem to be ok.<br />
<br />
<br />
In other news though, I'm not doing so good. I was in to see the rheumatologist on Friday, and she was not happy. My last labs came in with elevated creatinine, which means I have a problem with my kidneys, most likely due to the ibuprofen and naproxen I've been taking. Well, as I told her, I'm taking scads of it because I'm fucking desperate. My pain levels have been way up, and unmanaged pain just feeds the inflammatory process, which snowballs. So we took more labs, and some xrays of my hands and knees, which are inflamed at the moment. I'm actually hoping to get neck and back done too- I know there's problems there, and I want to see what we can do, if anything.<br />
<br />
So we've dropped those pain meds completely, which means I'm in a LOT of pain right now. She wants me to take Tylenol, specifi doses and times, to see if that helps. Well, Tylenol has never done anything for me before, and it isn't now. But I'm suppose to give it a couple of weeks. Bah. My hands really hurt, and my feet are flared up- feels like I'm walking on rocks.<br />
<br />
I have to admit I'm worried about the kidney issue. That could be really bad.<br />
<br />
<br />
Church has been good. We're still working on getting stuff together for the search for a new priest. For some reason it's really dragging on. This survey, that survey... though I can understand how we're really really trying to make sure that we get a good fit this time.<br />
<br />
We got the renovations finished, so at least we won't have to worry about the dry rot on that corner of the roof. Hopefully we'll be able to maintain the building a bit better than has been for the past 10-15 years. We're also looking to refurbish or replace the stove in the parish hall. It really needs work. But somehow that project is dragging on and on and on... it's becoming a standing joke.<br />
<br />
Pray for brain.<br />
<br />
<br />
Valentine's weekend James and I are going to a couples' conference at Good Samaritan in Corvallis. It's basically once of those enrichment things, but I'm hoping it will help us get through some of the communication problems we've been having. I think it will be good for us.<br />
<br />
Pray for sane.Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-61218355984649345372013-12-06T06:11:00.001-08:002013-12-06T06:11:37.967-08:00BANG!So, I've been busy...<br />
<br />
August had Sport of Kings, a four-day SCA event with lots of classes for fighters. I mostly went to host a dinner. It went over very well, and I was pleased with how it went. And Phil and Annie unexpectedly showed up, which was delightful. They ended up talking stick and drilling a little with Amalric, which was fun to watch. I came home exhausted however, which was not so fun.<br />
<br />
In September I went down to Myrtleholt for Summits Coronet. The weather was pretty ghastly. I spent my time sitting under Bera and Alail's dayshade, drinking tea. I was not particularly thrilled with the Laurel meeting. (Can't say any more than that.) After the tournament was over I drove to Ashland and spent the rest of the weekend with James. It was nice to be warm and comfy while the rain was coming down.<br />
<br />
Went to visit my granddaughters on the way home, but had a difficult trip home- just north of the Coburg exit my wipers died. It was something in the link between teh motor and the arms that broke, after 32 years of service. But I had to drive the rest of the way home with no wipers. At night. With copious amounts of rain coming down. I'd prefer to never do that again.<br />
<br />
In October I taught the second section of the Survey of the Middle Ages series, covering the time from the death of Charlemagne to the Magna Carta. It was utterly exhausting, but rewarding. I have a new map- Europe, modern borders but laminated, so I can draw on it. It's fabulous and was very useful. And hitting the Burgerville before going home was very nice.<br />
<br />
November was bust with the Diocese Convention, held in Eugene. I was a delegate this year, which was interesting. There were a lot of votes on various positions, which was somewhat boring, as I don't know a lot of the people yet. But the two votes I was interested in were good ones. We passed a resolution to work on divesting our Diocese investment portfolio from fossil fuels. It will not be easy, and the financial committee will have quite a task to do it, but I think it is a step in the right direction. The other important measure was a resolution to support the advancement of marriage equality. This even made the Portland news, which was interesting. (I didn't know they cared about church matters.)<br />
<br />
Now to the bang...<br />
<br />
Saturday morning of Convention, James and I were going from the motel to the convention center, through the one-way grid downtown. I couldn't remember which direction which streets went, so I was looking up on the pole for the one-way sign.<br />
<br />
And ran a red light.<br />
<br />
James yelled, and that split second I saw a car coming from my left, and I turned the wheel as hard as I could, to get out of the way. Didn't make it. There was a very loud BANG!<br />
<br />
I managed to turn around and pull over. The car was still going ok, so I figured that was good. Damage was... less than I'd thought, but still bad.<br />
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<br />
(Not all of my pictures would upload from my phone.)<br />
<br />
The light panel on the driver's rear was crushed. The bumper was pulled completely out on the left, and it didn't bend or twist- it punched in the right side. And it had pushed back hard enough that it went up and over the trailer hitch.<br />
<br />
The other driver was fine. No one was hurt. There was some damage to her front end, but her car was also drivable. Whew! <br />
<br />
We took Zippy to a body shop for an estimate, and they said that they didn't think it could be repaired, and if it could, it would be $4300. Not likely! But James managed to pull the bumper back up and over, and pushed it on,
though it is still missing some bolts. The light panel we're not sure
what to do with. So she is going down to see out usual mechanic next
week, and we'll see what he can do. In the meantime, I am without wheels, unless I borrow Wanda's truck, which I don't like to do.<br />
<br />
Wanda and I went to see the 50th Anniversary episode of Doctor Who. It was interesting. Sure was nice to see David Tennant in the pinstripes again. :-D <br />
<br />
But Thanksgiving was terrific! All of my kids were here, with their significant others, and of course two 3-year-old girls, to make things exciting. Turkey Day was rough, as the oven decided it was not a good day to cook, and the 4 hour turkey became a 7 hour turkey. But it was eventually done, and the rest of the dinner was very nice. And the rest of the weekedn was fun- the kids played games, I had some time with the girls, and I had time with James, which is always nice. Saturday we had a birthday party for the girls, complete with balloons, dinosaur cupcakes, dinosaur candles, a box of plastic dinosaurs, and new dresses. It was a lot of fun, having cake, and watching them chase each other with dinosaurs.<br />
<br />
The rest of December is sort of up in the air, partly because of Zippy, and partly because of finances, and the holidays. And I have no idea what to get James, which is a bummer. My kids will get some small things, and the twins will get some new clothes, I think. It's fun to sew for them.<br />
<br />
And I am hoping that I have something more to say soon!Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-51276891872549645142013-07-19T14:06:00.000-07:002013-07-19T14:06:40.223-07:00Documentation Basics for SCA ArtisansThis is from a handout I made a couple of years ago for a class on documentation. I thought it might be useful for others, especially with fall and winter events and A&S competitions coming ahead...<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Documentation Basics for SCA Artisans</span><br />
<br />
<br />
*The first thing to remember: DOCUMENTATION IS NOT RETROACTIVE!* <br />
<br />
There are three parts to documentation:<br />
Before the project– research<br />
During the project– process<br />
After the project– synthesis<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">PART ONE: RESEARCH</span><br />
<br />
Start with a question–<br />
i.e. “I want to make a Thing. What was the Thing like in the Middle Ages?<br />
<br />
Look at your sources– <br />
*primary<br />
*secondary<br />
*tertiary<br />
<br />
A primary source is an extant object (or photo for SCA purposes).<br />
<br />
A secondary source is writing about the object. (Inbetween primary and secondary is sort of a half-step– archeological dig records and notes.)<br />
<br />
A tertiary source is writing about the writing, such as a review article, annotated bibliography, etc.<br />
<br />
WIKIPEDIA IS NOT AN ACCEPTABLE SOURCE! It is at best a tertiary source. You can use it to point you towards sources, but combing through their citations. But don’t rely on any of the information you see there.<br />
<br />
Take careful notes as you go– including dead ends, things that didn’t fit your vision, or opposed your basic theory. Particularly note: What did you find? What didn’t you find? From there you can narrow your research into some more specific questions.<br />
<br />
<br />
So what do you want to know? The basic five questions that a journalist asks are a good place to start.<br />
<br />
*WHO made the Thing? (This would be People or Ethnicity.)<br />
*WHAT is it? What does it do?<br />
*WHERE was it made?<br />
*WHY was it made? What was it for, why was it needed?<br />
*WHEN was it made? (Rough time period, at least to start.)<br />
*HOW was it made? What tools, techniques, and materials were used?<br />
<br />
If at all possible, come up with at least three sources. If you have one that is very primary (such as extensive photos and the records from the dig where it was found), two might do. The more sources, the better.<br />
<br />
Take notes of all of this, make photocopies, take photographs, etc. <br />
<br />
Note any conclusions you might make– i.e. “The Thing was made in France and England, but I was not able to find evidence of it in Italy. It shows up in the mid 15th century, and faded out with the introduction of the Whatsit. The Thing was made of calfskin and pickled herring, occasionally with lutefisk.”<br />
<br />
NOW YOU ARE READY TO MAKE YOUR OBJECT!<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">PART TWO: PROCESS</span><br />
<br />
<br />
Basically, this entails taking notes as you make your Thing. Costumers often do this as a ‘dress diary’. Take notes, draw diagrams, and snap photographs as you go, including parts, the interior, the underside, etc.<br />
<br />
Assemble your tools and materials– refer to your research notes, and cite them: “I used Persian calfskin because examples 3 and 4 in the museum at Bayeux were made of it.”<br />
<br />
Not any variations or deviations you make, and why: “I used canned pickled herring because my wife threatened to divorce me if I made my own in her kitchen.” Also note expected or possible differences that might arise in your project if you make changes.<br />
<br />
<br />
MAKE YOUR THING!<br />
<br />
Keep notes of your techniques, any problems with tools or materials or the process of construction: “The calfskin fell apart if the herring was spread too thickly.” A fair amount of this will involve trial and error. Record your findings: “½" was too much, 1/8" was too thin, 1/4" was just right.”<br />
WHEN YOUR THING IS DONE–<br />
Note how it is or isn’t like a period Thing. Does it work? If not, do you know why?<br />
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<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">PART THREE: SYNTHESIS</span><br />
<br />
<br />
Writing your documentation for an Arts & Sciences competition entry:<br />
<br />
Documentation is the synthesis and writing of Research and Process: info that you already have!<br />
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Summarize your research notes. If you have drawings or photos, add them. Be sure to cover your Who, What, Why, When, and How questions and their respective answers.<br />
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Summarize your process notes– and be sure to detail your choices and the differences from the period Thing, and your reasons for those differences.<br />
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BIBLIOGRAPHIC INFORMATION<br />
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*Books and articles: The format (MLA, APA, CHICAGO, etc) doesn’t matter so much as being consistent with it. The information you need to record is: the author, title, publisher and place of publication, and the date of publication. If it is from a journal or magazine, note the issue and page numbers.<br />
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*Websites: the URL and title of the website, and the page, if it is a multi-page site.<br />
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*Illuminations: Illuminations have specific systems– i.e. if the picture is captioned with something like “BN 1179, 4v”, it is from the Bibliotheque Nationale, document number 1179, page 4, verso (front). These citations will vary some from museum to museum.<br />
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If you personally took photos such as at a museum, note where you took them, the information on the exhibit card (provenance), and if possible, the light level.<br />
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Personal interviews should note the interviewer, the person being interviewed, and the place and time it took place.<br />
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If this documentation is being assembled for a competition, there may be specific rules. Be sure to read them, and assemble your information accordingly.<br />
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If this isn’t for a competition, write it up anyway! It will come in handy when you go to make another one, or to share with another artisan, to write an article, or simply to add to the knowledge base of the re-creation community.<br />
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So that is the basics of Documentation: Research, Process, and Synthesis!<br />
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You now have the basics of arts and sciences research and documentation and are ready to research, make stuff, and share your learning with others! Go forth and create!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">copyright Laura C. Minnick, 2011</span>Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-13986892042499471162013-06-24T13:22:00.003-07:002013-06-24T13:22:29.501-07:00Coronation Dinner De-briefOk, this is something I posted on Facebook last summer, and I'm moving it over here so that people who have not succumbed to Zuckerberg's empire can see it. Cheers!<br />
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The Coronation Dinner de-brief</div>
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First off: We did it! I am still alive!<br />
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There
had been much planning, research, buying of serving dishes.
Re-construction of notes (lost my notebook on the way to Investiture-
disastrous!) and cross-checking on stuff happened.<br />
<br />
And then I cut part of my finger off.<br />
<br />
Only
a little- the tip of the pad on my left index, WHERE ALL THE NERVE
ENDINGS ARE. We couldn't get it to stop bleeding, and ended up in ER.
This was of course the weekend before the big dinner. This was the
beginning of prep week, of course.<br />
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Also had interesting
challenges: two of the diners were both lactose and gluten intolerant.
That cut down my options significantly. I dealt with it.<br />
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Sources and research:<br />
<br />
Well,
there aren't any extant Carolingian cookbooks. So I've had to work from
a number of things, and sort of triangulate from there.<br />
<br />
We
do have Anthimus, a diplomat and doctor who wrote his little book on
food about two centuries before my time. (I'm shooting for 780-800.) He
doesn't really offer recipes per se, but somewhat oblique instructions
on how he thinks food should be cooked. But he's a bit odd. He says that
the Franks are very healthy because they eat their bacon raw, but then
turns around and says it's not good to eat.<br />
<br />
We have
archeological soureces, which have accounts on what is found in the
middens, etc. If there's fish bones in the trash, you can be sure
someone ate the fish. Bonnie Effros in particular has some good
information.<br />
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We also have the Capitularies- documents that
Charlemagne sent out to the managers of his various estates. He
detailed what cereals were to be grown in the fields, what vegetables
were to be grown in the gardens, what animals to raise, even what sort
of bedding should be there when he visited. These documents give us
detailed information on what foods were available- very solid info for
determining their diet.<br />
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We also have the later Roman
cookbooks. The Franks weren't a whole lot later than teh Romans, and
much of France in particular was heavily Romanized. The Roman cookbooks
were still in circulation (the doctors in Charles' court were known to
have some) but we don't know how much they might have used them.<br />
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The
foods I tried to keep to things we know were grown on Frankish lands,
or readily accessible by trade. I also tried to keep to what was
available seasonally, or kept in storage in a cold cellar.<br />
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Diners were:<br />
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TRMs Vik and Astrid<br />
TAH Telisia, of the Summits<br />
THs Gemma and Steinn of Tir Righ<br />
THs Ogedei and Ifatayo of Avacal<br />
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Staff were:<br />
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Serving and some kitchen help- Malcolm and Yseult, with a little help from the young Gryphon.<br />
Kitchen help- Idonia, Ursel, Katrine, Ulric, Diedre.<br />
Cleanup- Ulric and Diedre, Gerard, Idonia.<br />
Comic relief- Amalric.<br />
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And my staff got noshes too.<br />
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THE MENU:<br />
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We
were pretty sure that court would be late, so we planned for the first
course to be things that could probably wait, and the second course to
be cooked while the first was being served.<br />
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First off,
there was formal hand-washing. I seated the diners all on one side of
the table, and we did the handwashing from the front (as well as the
service). First the sanap was laid over the dishes, then the water and
towel were offered, and the sanap removed. This proceeded according to
precedence, with TRMs first, TAH Summits next, the Avacal and Tir Righ.<br />
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The
hors d'oeuvres were trays of fruits, nuts, cheese and olives. Fresh
apricots, cherries, salted almonds, an assortment of kalamata and green
olives, some Dubliner and havarti with dill. I almost hated to send them
out, they were so pretty.<br />
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And we served a cabbage soup
made with beer, beef broth, and caraway. I found a gluten-free beer,
thanks to a tip from Malcolm. We also served this beer with dinner, as
well as a sparkling white wine. I didn't get to the red we had for the
second course, and I completely forgot about the pear cider.<br />
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The First Course:<br />
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Pork
roast, marinaded with vinegar and wine, a little olive oil, lots of
garlic, salt and pepper. The leftover marinade was boiled, and with a
little more wine, turned into a sauce to drizzle over the pork.<br />
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Plum sauce, made of plums from our tree out back, red wine, and powder fort.<br />
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Rainbow trout, roasted with lemon slices stuffed in the cavity, and served with a drizzle of lemon and some capers.<br />
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Black-eyed peas, boiled with a little chicken broth and some smoked pork neck bones.<br />
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Carrots
and parsnips cooked with a little chicken broth, white wine, drained,
and tossed with white wine vinegar and a little honey.<br />
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Entrements:<br />
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Salad, dressed with vinegar, olive oil, salt and pepper, and a few raspberries tossed in with the greens.<br />
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Roasted
pears, cut in eighths, half of which had the centers filled with goat
cheese and drizzled with a raspberry goo, the other half filled with an
almond paste and topped with candied ginger. (I wanted one of the
raspberry ones and I'm still peeved that there were none left!)<br />
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The Second Course:<br />
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Chicken with fennel (very tasty!).<br />
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Sweet
and Sour Beef (sort of borked off of Anthimus, but much simpler), the
sauce was more subtle than I'd planned, mostly because I ran out of
vinegar and honey, but it was very nice that way.<br />
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Lentils with cumin (always a real hit- I had to squirrel some away so I could have it later!).<br />
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Leeks simmered in chicken broth and white wine, salt, and pepper.<br />
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I know I used a bunch of parsley, but can't remember on what.<br />
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Dessert:
Tarts- one filled with almond paste and Morello cherries, the other
with mascarpone and peaches. I made gluten-free crusts by making
basically graham-cracker crusts, using almond meal in place of the
crumbs. I'm not entirely happy with how these worked- in particular the
cheese didn't work- the combination was too fatty, and the crust burned
on the bottom. The almond and cherry one was very tasty but was gummy.
I'd worked on the crust earlier in the week, but hadn't tried it with
the filling. Note for next time- try the whole thing.Wrap-up:<br />
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I
was REALLY happy with it on the overall. The diners were happy and went
away stuffed. The staff was happy and got noshes, I was happy. We
worked hard, but I felt prepared and didn't feel rushed or anxious. The
only disaster was dropping a bowl of leeks I'd reserved for the beef. I
managed to not hurt myself, we had enough food, and the leftovers are
not vast.<br />
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Have I learned anything? Yup! For one thing, I'm
learning to ask for and accept help. And I'm learning who I can rely
on. And I've learned just how much I can do when I'm prepared.<br />
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Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Well, after my bank account recovers. Ow.</div>
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Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-74135393940275571512013-04-17T07:04:00.002-07:002013-04-17T07:04:21.601-07:00Chasing Frankish geese...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So here's the deal. I've had this picture in my files for awhile now, and I have no idea where I got it. The little strip at the bottom says "The Australian National University", but a search of this university's website, including their art collection, has turned up nothing. I have no citation for the damn thing.<br />
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It's ivory, and from the style of the carving, the drapes, clothes, etc, I suspect 8th or 9th century.<br />
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The scene, confirmed by the inscription, is of what we call the Visitation, when Mary, newly pregnant with Jesus, visits her cousin Elizabeth, who is pregnant with John the Baptist. The scripture says that upon meeting, the fetal John leapt for joy and the presence of the embryonic Savior.<br /><br />My problem is that I want to use the image in a class, and have no citation, so I really can't. Going through my pictures, I'm finding that this is true of a lot of them.<br />
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Bugger.<br />
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And my usually mighty Google-fu is not so mighty.<br />
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I has a sad.<br />
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In other news, I talked to my doctor about the sleep problems that I've been having, and happily she actually had help for me! Yay! But it is more drugs! Not so yay!. On the other hand, IT IS WORKING. Like a charm. No more dementors trying to kill me in my sleep. I had one nightmare, but it was an ordinary, garden-variety nightmare, and I'm ok with that.<br />
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Also, my granddaughters are cuter than ever:<br />
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Ilyana, looking mischievous...<br />
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Anastasia, sweet and shy.<br />
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The best of friends.Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769913798235664780.post-18131062308578740962013-03-19T05:43:00.001-07:002013-03-20T03:31:01.048-07:00To sleep, perchance to dream...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There's a reason I'm starting this blog post at ten to 5 am.<br />
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I'm afraid to sleep.<br />
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There's an interesting phenomenon we call 'Sleep Paralysis'. Some people call it lucid dreaming. Basically we go through several cycles as we sleep, from deep sleep to lighter sleep and back again, several times. REM is the deep sleep, and we do most of our dreaming then. To keep us from flailing around and acting out our dreams, our bodies put us into an atonia, or paralysis. The problem is that sometimes the REM and the semi-wakefulness get out of sync, and we're semi-awake but paralyzed.<br />
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People going through this report things such as hearing noises in the house or in the room, an intense feeling that someone is in the room, usually a malevolent presence. Often they can feel someone touch them or climb on the bed, and it is VERY common to feel that the being is choking or smothering them. Attempts to cry out or defend themselves are futile. The terror is unlike anything else. And this phenomenon is known in nearly every culture around the world. Sometimes it is known as 'The Hag' and often the malevolent beings have names. Sometimes they are vaguely human/demonic, sometimes animals or other creature such as aliens. Sometimes they appear to be ghosts, reanimated dead, vampires, succubi or incubi, or demonic religious beings. Often they are hooded.<br />
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Frequently the victims are aware that they are not quite awake but are dreaming- but the being is still there, and the threat and terror are still present. Thinking 'This will end if I can just wake up' leads to increased struggles to move or shout, and sometimes it works. And sometimes it doesn't.<br />
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I've had the episodes off and on as long as I can remember. Things would come out of my closet and climb on the bed. I would try to scream but couldn't. Vampires were frequent visitors. As I got into adolescence and deeper into the pentecostal religious frame, the beings were demons of various forms. The most memorable episode (until of late) happened when I was staying over in Sutherlin, with James. I was in that partially awake state when I hear something come into the room. James was asleep but I couldn't move to wake him. A hooded figure appeared at the end of the bed, and it leaned over, and with long, bony hands, it grabbed my feet and dug its thumbs into my soles. I woke abruptly, screamed, and tunneled my way under James (who was very confused).<br />
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I looked at my feet in the morning, and couldn't see any marks, but they still hurt incredibly.<br />
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(Odd things is, a couple of years later I saw <i>Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban</i> and when the Dementor first appeared I was so shocked I couldn't move, there in my theater seat. It was the being that had grabbed my feet. I could swear to it.)<br />
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So, what is this all about? Well, I've been having these episodes again. A LOT. Like, several times a week. Sometimes I'll get into a series, where I'll have the dream, manage to wake myself up, but as soon as I drift off again it happens again. And again. And again. I end up sitting up in bed, heart racing, terrified to go back to sleep. One night last week the being crawled up on my bed and over me, and held me down by the wrists. At first I thought I was going to be raped, and then suddenly I thought "No, I'm going to die." The thing put the sheet over my face and tried to smother me. Fighting for my life, I finally moved enough to wake myself. Terrifying thing was that the sheet <i>was</i> over my face. And I never sleep with the covers over my face- because I can't breathe.<br />
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Needless to say, I'm not getting much sleep. I'm sleeping at weird times, sometimes not able to sleep at night, but ok with napping. It's wearing on me, making the fibromyalgia worse, making me feel thin-skinned and sharp, making it difficult to deal with stress or conflict.<br />
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Yes, I have an appointment with the doctor. And I know what they'll say first "Maybe we need to adjust your meds." Drugs. Always with the drugs. They'll talk about sleep hygiene and relaxation techniques. They'll make suggestions about sleep position, etc. And it will make me want to yell. I'm doing all these things (except adjusting meds) already, and they haven't helped. Don't you think I haven't tried to fix this without going to the doctor?<br />
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So that's what I'm dealing with these days. I go to sleep and meet Mr Hoodie and I try to wake myself up because he'll kill me if I don't. And I'm not interested in dying right now.Liutgardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04477961039150822973noreply@blogger.com2