Seventeen Fewer Things

I am having to rely again on “Do ONE SINGLE THING, even if it is the SMALLEST AND LEAST IMPORTANT THING, because doing ONE SMALL UNIMPORTANT THING still puts you AHEAD of where you are if you do ZERO THINGS.”

There are cluttery, visually-burdensome things I would not have to see and feel oppressed by every single day if I would just spend two minutes bringing them to where they belong, and yet I am not doing it. I keep thinking “Ug, but there are SO MANY things that need to go other places, it would take SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT to put them ALL away” and so I don’t put ANY of them away, and that is extremely silly. If I had made myself put away even one single item per day for the month of October, I would be looking at SEVENTEEN FEWER ITEMS right now, maybe EIGHTEEN if I had already done today’s item, and that would be SOMEthing. It might be small progress, but it would BE MORE PROGRESS THAN DOING NOTHING. And actually, it wouldn’t even be small progress, it would be pretty significant progress!

I also get stopped by “But putting that one thing away is a LOW priority: what I REALLY need to be doing is [much, much larger and more important and more time-consuming task]”—and so I don’t put the item away AND I don’t do the larger and more important task. Again: silly. I know from experience that if I get ANYTHING off the to-do list, the WHOLE LIST feels better. If I make my environment even a LITTLE less oppressive, it is easier to do EVERYTHING, including the more important items on the list.

And I know it is only October, but every year I think oh it is MUCH too soon to even START THINKING about Christmas; and EVERY YEAR I get to December and wish I had done SOMEthing, ANYTHING back in October when I was kind of eager to get started and it would have been fun but it felt like it was too early, so that NOW in DECEMBER I could be ENJOYING CHRISTMAS rather than FRANTICALLY SCRABBLING. So one of the tentative items on my to-do list is to bring down the box of Christmas-card stuff. There was one year I addressed and stamped all the cards ahead of time in October, and in December I was so grateful to myself. I LOVE to do the cards, but they ARE time- and space-consuming, and having instead a small neat stack of cards all set to write and then just seal into the envelopes was GREAT: I kept the box next to my comfy chair, and would write a few whenever I felt like it.

Advent Calendar 2023: ASSORTED PERFUME SAMPLES

I have come to an exciting and satisfying decision regarding my advent calendar for 2023!

I had been feeling somewhat downcast, as I had no compelling desire for any particular advent calendar—and that seemed to me to be an extremely unsympathetic problem to be having, especially right now.

I nevertheless continued to be downcast, and thought to myself: “If only I could find a good PERFUME advent calendar! That would be my FAVORITE BY FAR!” I spent a little time looking online, but a lot of the fragrance advent calendars were eye-crossingly expensive, and associated with brands/houses unfamiliar to me so who knows if I’d even LIKE them; and often the calendars included things that were not perfumes but instead perfumed things such as candles and lotions—which is FINE, but not what I am hoping for.

In my research, I found Immortal Perfumes, which does have an advent calendar, but I’m reluctant to take such an expensive plunge with no previous experience with the brand. I saw a lot of intriguing samples, though, so I posted on Bluesky (where I am primarily located now that El0n Mu$k has made such a cock-up of Twitter):

Have any of you tried Immortal Perfumes? I'm thinking of ordering some samples, and would love recommendations.

 

That got no bites. But Suebob replied:

Nope, but I have ordered Illuminated Perfumes, made from real botanical oils, and they have all been brilliant.

 

So I poked around on Illuminated Perfume, and found many samples I wanted to try from THERE, TOO!!

…Which led me to an idea. I have purchased advent calendars (actually countdown-to-Christmas calendars, as they start on December 1st and end on the 24th or 25th) in the past, and several of them have been constructed so charmingly/sturdily that I have KEPT the empty calendars, with the thought that I may someday REFILL them for myself or for others.

AND THIS IS MY MOMENT!! I can buy some samples from Immortal Perfume! Some samples from Illuminated Perfume! Some samples from The Perfumed Court and/or Surrender to Chance (they do decants—custom samples)! I can add in the five Pacifica Wanderlust samples (Target link, Amazon link) I’d already bought for my own stocking! And I can jumble them all up in a bag, and choose randomly and without peeking, and look away obliviously as I fill all the compartments of one of my nice little saved countdown-to-Christmas calendar structures!! And have a lovely, lovely, exactly-what-I-want advent calendar!

I am MORE THAN OPEN to suggestions for other perfumeries and perfume samples/samplers!

Dental Woes

I don’t know if this happens to you, because when I mentioned it to my dentist in a “you know, this familiar thing that happens” manner, he did not respond the way I would expect someone to respond about a familiar thing that happens—especially someone who ought to be an absolute expert on the whole range of things that happen with teeth. Here is the thing that happens: if I eat ice cream, and I am talking in particular about LONG-EXPOSURE eating of ice cream, like if I eat a whole pint slowly while reading; then AFTER I finish eating the ice cream, as my mouth is returning to its normal temperature range, my teeth will often ache a little. Just a little! Not, like, shooting pains! Just sort of very mildly sore, for a few minutes.

You need that context for my story, which is that yesterday afternoon I didn’t even have an entire pint of ice cream, just HALF (I wanted to save the other half for evening); and, after I finished eating it, my teeth began aching a little bit as they usually do—and then then went up to like 100 times that amount of pain, and I don’t think I’m exaggerating but it’s hard to tell with these kinds of numbers. But here is the scale: the usual amount of aching is very slightly uncomfortable; with the amount of aching I was experiencing in this new case, I honestly considered whether I might be having a heart attack, because in my CPR training they mentioned that intense jaw pain can be a symptom of a heart attack. I considered whether I should go to the emergency room. That is how much my jaw/teeth hurt.

But I was having no other symptoms at all! I walked around a little bit and everything felt normal: normal heart, normal breathing, normal strength, normal arms. No other pain or weakness or discomfort; no nausea or light-headedness or feelings of something being wrong—other than my ENTIRE JAW in pain. Also, Paul and William were both home (William came home for the long weekend), so I knew there were other people around if things escalated, and I am not in the MOST typical age-range for heart attacks, and I AM prone to anxiety and worrying, and I DO have dicey teeth which I DO apparently clench—so I felt relatively safe to give it a few minutes and see what happened next.

What happened next was that the pain verrrrrry gradually lessened. After maybe half an hour of it, with a noticeable but insufficient downward tick in pain, I took acetaminophen, and that helped too. After a couple of hours, the pain felt like it was narrowing in on a location: upper right teeth. I dithered and dithered (what if it goes away and I feel stupid?) and then called the dentist, and got an emergency appointment for the next morning. I had dinner, and I was able to chew on the left side, but the right was too painful; there didn’t seem to be much heat/cold sensitivity, just sensitivity to pressure/biting. It wasn’t the horrifying electric-shock pain I associate with dental work; it was just very very sore and achy, like I’d BADLY BRUISED my upper right teeth. I worried maybe I’d just SPRAINED my teeth, and now we’d have to pay the dentist $200 to tell me to take more acetaminophen and stop being silly, maybe do some gentle tooth stretches.

My primary theory was that I’d waited too long to get a crown replaced. In my youth I was not so great at getting the toothbrush all the way to the back of my mouth (sensitive gag reflex), and it wasn’t until I’d paid for four back-molar cavities with no dental insurance on my $5.75/hour-no-benefits childcare-worker income that I started being intense/thorough about brushing and flossing. Too late: most of my back molars are now crowned, and I am old enough that we are now starting to replace crowns. The dentist tries to give me a warning when another crown is impending, so I can mentally and financially brace for it, and he’s been warning me about TWO crowns that need replacement—but, as the receptionist pointed out when I called to make the appointment, those pending crowns are on the LEFT. The one that was giving me pain (actually the entire quadrant was sending alarm signals, but by pressing and prodding I could narrow it down to one single tooth) was the back molar on the right, which has a large filling in it but isn’t yet crowned.

My theory before I went to the dentist: cracked filling, time for a crown, what an expensive pain, oh well. The dentist’s surprising diagnosis: Game Over, Tooth Done, extraction and implant. He said I could instead get a root canal and crown, but that with the amount of work I’ve already had on that tooth, and the amount of original tooth remaining, he estimated I’d get no more than 15 years out of it before I’d need to have more work done; he thought the better value, assuming I wanted to gamble on living longer than my mid-60s, was to pay 50% more and get the permanent unassailable implant now.

With three kids in college, this is not ideal timing for expensive dental work—but even with my Anxieties, and particularly my Financial Anxieties, I am almost always able to get my mind to rally around A Good Deal. “Root canal + crown now, plus extraction + implant later; vs. extraction and implant now,” feels like the kind of equation I can solve. Might as well get more years out of the expensive implant. Choose hope.

Also, this means I get to go to the oral surgeon I love. You might wonder how someone gets to the point in their lives where they have “an oral surgeon they love,” and it’s when someone has five children who all need impacted sideways wisdom teeth removed, and when that same someone has a front tooth die and needs it pulled out and replaced over the course of a year. When you go through that kind of financial and physical and emotional trauma with someone who is about 5’2″ and wears a headlamp and an oversized lab coat and is like a cross between a cheerful head-tilting bird and a classic mad scientist but without most of the madness—well, you can’t help but form a bond.

Face Moisturizers: Kindness Edition

I find I have two types of face treatments in my nighttime skincare arsenal: I have Punishment, and I have Kindness. I feel I OUGHT to use the Punishment ones (wrinkle correction! aging prevention somehow! burny acids to reveal the skin of my youth and keep the situation from Getting Worse!), but almost every time I instead reach for the Kindness (creamy soothing lotions, nice smells). These are my three favorite Nighttime Kindness lotions, which I use interchangeably based on the evening’s whim; plus a fourth that I use less often.

(image from Olay.com)

Night of Olay Firming Night Cream (Olay link; Amazon link, unfortunately a three-pack, which is rough if you just wanted to TRY it). The absolute classic. (There are similar-looking containers that include anti-wrinkle ingredients; make sure you look for FIRMING and not anti-aging or whatever.) I saw an ad for Oil of Olay when I was about 12, showing an old lady looking glowingly wrinkled and lovely, and I have used their products ever since. Does the night cream actually do any firming? Unclear. Does it make me feel as if I am lovingly nourishing my glowingly beautiful wrinkles rather than burning them with acids? Yes.

 

(image from Target.com)

Pond’s (Amazon link, again for a three-pack, and notice they’re only 3.9 ounces each; Target link, 6.5 ounces, just one jar). Another absolute classic. One can imagine the generations before us using the exact same product before bed. It’s soothing to think of, and increases my feeling that it is futile to do anything other than care gently for our faces, and give them love and comfort.

 

(image from Target.com)

Pond’s Crema S. Nice floral scent, for those of us who like floral scents. I am linking to the giant honking tub of it (Target, Amazon), because that is what is available to purchase online; but if you go into a Target store and look in their travel-sizes section, you may be able to find a little one (my Target mixes them in with two other Pond’s formulations, both of which I have tried but I didn’t like them as much as the Crema S; look for the one with the BLUE lid). Oh, and I see Amazon has a three-pack of the little ones, and that’s not a terrible price: I think they’re more like $3 each at Target, but it’s been awhile since I looked. I get the little ones on purpose, because they fit in my bathroom cabinet—but I have a big one in my emergency supplies, because there was a time when I could not find it in stock anywhere, and so when I DID see the big guy, I bought it. Then I started finding the small ones again, so I never opened the big one. This is getting to be kind of a long and boring story, anyway I put the big one aside in case the day comes when I need it. I would probably use it to refill my little container: for some reason it bothers me to think of digging around in that big jar.

I notice only now, this far into my post’s thesis, that the Pond’s Crema S says it contains alpha hydroxy acid. Hm. Okay, well then I recommend this as a COMPROMISE night treatment: it does apparently contain Punishment, but it FEELS like Kindness.

 

(image from Target.com)

CeraVe Skin-Renewing Night Cream (Target link, Amazon link). This is a newer one in my arsenal, and I hardly ever use it because it is more expensive. Also, I hide it in my bathrobe pocket, because otherwise the children use it, but also this means I forget about it. This is another in-between one, because I have heard the ingredients in it make some people break out, so it gives me a Medicine feeling if not a Punishment one. But because it does not make me break out, it primarily feels like a Soothing Treatment—a medicated balm.

SHOPPING

My dears, I am WOUND UP. My parents are in town, and my mother and I went shopping yesterday and we had one of those days when everything in the stores was there specifically for us. I bought a COUCH: we were at a consignment shop, and it was as if someone had designed a retro couch specifically with me in mind, and then priced it using some sort of bizarre retro pricing. It may or may not fit in our wee 1800s living room (actually a parlor) but WE SHALL SEE. Live recklessly, that’s the Swistle way for sure! Here’s a peek at the fabric, but YOU know how hard it is to tell from a swatch, so this is just for decoration and not for drawing conclusions:

I bought three sets of Cath Kidston (LONDON) Christmas pillowcases at HomeGoods, one set for me and two sets to give as gifts. I found two Paula’s Choice skincare items at Marshalls, and recognized the brand as one that William likes, and texted him to check to see if he would want those for Christmas, and he responded enthusiastically.

You know those big 99c reusable bags they sell at Marshalls and HomeGoods and TJMaxx? I like to have a few of those on hand, for when I need to transport a bunch of things and I need a sturdier and more handled bag than a trash bag BUT ALSO it would be convenient to leave the bag behind (e.g., bringing someone a bunch of handmedowns; making a donation to Goodwill; college kid realizes they need one more bag to transport stuff; etc.). They had rainbow LOVE LOVE LOVE ones, and I bought six. I found Kate Spade notebooks that match my cousin’s work tote, and bought two of them for her upcoming birthday.

Then: I came home, and I was looking through my Amazon cart to see if anything had changed price, and a necklace that has been out of stock for like a month was in stock. I have decided to dress as Barbie for Halloween, and I’m doing the pink gingham outfit, and my goal was to find a necklace with the FEEL of her pink-centered sakura-blossom necklace, but something more to my own tastes so that I could wear it again. And I’d put a bunch of possibilities in my Amazon cart, and then I decided on this one, and by then it was out of stock. I have been waiting, because we still have time before Halloween, but it was just indefinitely out of stock and the picture of that color had been removed from the listing, so I didn’t have much hope. BUT NOW IT IS BACK IN STOCK AND I HAVE ORDERED ONE:

(image from Amazon.com)

Guest Room

What, in your opinion, are some nice things to have in a guest room? I have made a small list already, based on the things I like in the guest room at my brother/sister-in-law’s house:

 

(image from Amazon.com)

tabletop fan, for white noise and breeze (I see I have bought this Honeywell fan seven times so far: I have one in each of several locations in our house, plus I have purchased one for each child heading to a college dorm room)

• extra blankets

• a couple pillows of various types, if possible, so the guest can choose (not necessary, but pleasant)

• bedside table

• with lamp

• and glowing alarm clock (that’s the clock I bought for each twin, after a previous purchase finked out; Elizabeth has declared it a success)

 

In a separate, Extra sort of category:

• a chair (fully optional, but pleasing if it happens to exist)

• luggage rack or other surface for suitcase (not at all necessary, but nice when possible)

• a trash can (not a huge deal, if a bathroom is nearby with a trash can—but it is pleasing to have one in the bedroom too)

• charging thingies, maybe? Maybe something like the bedside lamp I have, which has a USB port. I always bring all my own charging equipment, with approximately the same degree of vigilance with which I bring my own underwear, but I can see how it might be nice to have the charging built in.

Skirt

1. It got chilly enough for jeans, so I started putting on jeans, and my jeans are far more tattered and ill-fitting than I remember them being when I put them aside at the beginning of summer. I would say ONE of the pairs is acceptable to wear to work.

2. That one pair was in the laundry.

3. So today I wore a skirt to work. It is a long, tiered, dark-grey skirt, with a hot pink liner that shows under the bottom edge and also through the eyelet lace of the bottom tier of the skirt. I do not remember when/where I acquired this skirt but it was an amount of time ago that would be measured in decades rather than years. The last time I remember wearing it, Elizabeth was in kindergarten and the mothers were invited to a Mother’s Day event.

4. Anyway, I wore it (with a pink rose t-shirt and green Converse and one of these to prevent thigh-chafing), and it worked well even for the physical parts of my job, and it felt kind of cute and swishy to wear, and it seemed like the exact right amount of witchy for this time of year.

(image from Amazon.com)

5. But it does not have pockets, so it is dead to me. I came home from work and ordered new jeans from Maurices and from Old Navy. We’ll see if any of them fit at all. The jeans-fit problem feels like it has really leveled up in perimenopause.

6. Do you know of any long skirts with pockets?—ideally ones you yourself have tried and found good and lined and swishy and full of pocket? I looked briefly on Amazon but got overwhelmed—and also frustrated by the ones that looked good so I clicked through and oh actually they don’t have pockets.

7. Would you like to recommend good jeans for perimenopause and beyond? I wear a 16, and I am a fairly classic pear-shape.

Coffeemakers

I am drinking instant coffee because the coffeemaker broke. And this was the back-up coffeemaker! The first one broke completely a few months ago, and I was so happy we had this one (my parents’, which they gave us when they moved) all set to go! And now this coffeemaker too has shuffled off. This is not a good time to be alive, for coffeemakers.

I don’t want to speak for you, but I’m not sure any of us have the internal fortitude (shouldn’t that be “intestinal fortitude”? never mind, I prefer internal) for another “What coffeemaker should I buy??” discussion. I will probably just repurchase one of the two that broke.

One of them was a Cuisinart, and here are the things I didn’t like: it was hard to pour water into the reservoir without spilling it everywhere, which I blamed on myself until I was using a different coffee maker and I did not spill; it took a long time to brew; it was made of fast-rusting material, so that the heat plate rusted immediately and also a metal plate on the UNDERSIDE of the coffeemaker rusted, so that there were rust stains on the counter; it broke after four years, which according to the reviews was about two years longer than I should have expected. I liked that it made 14 cups (Paul drinks the leftover coffee iced), and I liked how easy the maker itself was to use, aside from the water issue, and how easy the carafe was to clean, and I liked that I could set it up to brew automatically the next morning (especially considering how long the brewing took).

The one from my parents was a Braun, and it was the kind with a thermal carafe. I liked that it kept the coffee hot for a long time, and I liked that it was FAST-brewing—though I found I trusted a fast-brewing machine less, like maybe it’s not really giving the grounds TIME. I liked that it DIDN’T TURN INTO A HEAP OF RUST. I didn’t like the difficulty of cleaning the carafe and lid, and I felt like the maker itself was difficult to use: a lid that screwed on in a certain way, a swing-out basket for the filter/grounds that didn’t snap back into place in a confidence-inspiring manner.

boring post about coffeemakers;
quick: add kitten picture

KITTEN!

GUESS WHAT WE GOT A KITTEN:


(holding back paw with front paw)

 


(yelling at me from the top of the stairs)

 

It was not my intention to get a kitten.  Kittens can be challenging, and they have the danger-seeking instincts of human toddlers, and also they tend to be adopted quickly, and also I think of them as being better adopted in pairs. And kittens get into drawers and cupboards and dryers and closing doors. But we have been trying to replace our dear departed Third Cat since about January, and I kept refreshing the shelter’s cat section, and it kept being cats who were, say, already 12 years old or, even more importantly, not good with other cats. Or there would be a great cat, but it would be available right before we were about to leave for England for a week.

Anyway, finally I became willing to consider kittens, and then a couple weeks ago the most perfect kitten was on the site: cute as heck, but more importantly it said she was very good with other cats. I made an appointment to see her. And the shelter employee led me into a room with half a dozen kittens, and I met the kitten I had in mind—and she didn’t seem right for us. First of all, she was 8 weeks old, which I knew but hadn’t fully processed; an 8-week-old kitten is about the size of a large baked potato. But also, she seemed like she was a baby sassy queen, and we already have a sassy queen.

I continued to hang out with the kittens. There was a very sweet little orange-and-white boy one, just exactly as perfectly sweet and dumb as boy-oranges can be—but we already have two orange-based cats, including one sweet/dumb boy-orange, and Elizabeth has said no more orange ones for now. Elizabeth is not the boss of us, but three orange-type cats does start to seem like the beginning of a hoarding issue, in a way that three cats of assorted colors does not. Plus, this was another baked-potato-sized kitten. They seem so unformed at that age; I felt nervous to deal with something so tiny.

Gradually I became aware of another kitten hiding under/behind some Hiding Furniture. I noticed two things about this kitten: (1) the kitten kept snuggling up to a sleeping friend, which seemed like a good sign for getting along with other cats; (2) the kitten was hiding, but kept LOOKING at me—and not cringing or turning away, even though it was hiding and wasn’t coming out to meet me.

I talked with the shelter employee for awhile about it; she looked in the kitten’s file and said he was a boy, and that he was available, and that he was 4 months old—which feels to me like a MUCH better age for a kitten. At 4 months, they’re more like a bag of flour: still little danger-seekers, but there’s a whole category of places they can no longer get into. I had a good feeling about this kitten, and adopted him without even really seeing what he looked like: I could tell he had black and white fur, but that was it.

Well. I don’t want to speak too soon, but he’s just been THE BEST. He’s interactive with people, which is not required but we do enjoy that. We don’t require cuteness, either, but I think he’s VERY cute; he often has this wide-eyed Blown Away expression on his face. But best of all, he seems to understand Cat Politics: when one of our two adult cats hisses at him, he stops/drops/rolls and shows his belly, almost bored—like, “Oh for real? Oh, okay, fine, yes, I will assume the posture; there, are we done? can we play now?” Our bossy queen is not going to want to play with him, probably (she’s the kind of cat who likes to interact mostly with people, not other cats), but she will co-exist with him as long as he doesn’t cringe and run: when our former cat cringed and ran, she HAD to chase him, it made her so angry. This kitten defers to her but isn’t scared of her, and I think that’s going to work well for them. She licked his head this morning, though she then immediately hissed at him again.

And we hardly dare hope that this kitten could be a friend for our boy-orange, our boy-orange who has been sad and lonely since his friend died in December. But it looks as if that relationship is starting out well so far: there has been a lot of nose-sniffing and tail-sniffing, and one tentative play session. My hope is that soon there will be snuggling.

College ER Visit

During college orientation, Elizabeth tested positive for Covid and missed her entire first week of classes. Then she texted us photos of two consecutive negative tests, and said she and her roommate had stopped wearing masks in their room, and we felt considerable relief. The next text we got was that EVERYTHING WAS FINE but she was in the ER. She had gone out for ice cream with friends, and had accidentally eaten a flavor that contained tree nuts, which she is allergic to. She took benadryl, which is the first step for her: it’s a relatively mild allergy, so small exposures caught early can often be treated with just benadryl. But she threw up the benadryl, which is one of the list of signals the allergist gave us that would indicate the benadryl was not sufficient in this case. So she called the campus emergency number, and they talked her through self-administering her Epipen which she had never done before, and they called her an ambulance, and she went to the ER.

That could have been broken into two to three paragraphs, but I packed it into one because THAT WAS HOW IT FELT.

We were texting back and forth with her while she waited out her time in the ER: they give her a bunch of medications to counteract the allergic reaction, but then she has to stay there for a certain number of hours so they can make sure those medications were sufficient to fully stop the reaction. This is when she mentioned casually that her release time was 10:30 p.m. (and we know from experiencing Hospital Time on numerous occasions that this could very well mean 11:00 or 11:30), and that she would need to find her own way back to campus BUT DON’T WORRY because the very nice nurse said he would help her figure out Uber.

Well. Well. Lots of good Life Experience happening these first couple of weeks.

She said while she was in her dorm waiting for the ambulance, her R.A. came by to check to see how she was recovering from Covid. She was like “Oh, yes, good news: two negative tests. But also, uh…”

She did manage to set up Uber and arrange a ride back to her dorm. We stayed up until she texted that she was safely back, which was right around 11:30 p.m. Paul then went immediately to sleep, and I lay awake feeling the kind of freezing cold where you know you have to get out of bed to get something warm but you’re too cold to do that. Eventually I had to pee (#evergreen), so I used that opportunity to put on a hoodie and get an extra blanket, and then I could sleep. I’d turned off Do Not Disturb on my phone in case there were further texts, but I worried I’d sleep through them; I worried about her going right to sleep in her room and maybe sleeping through signs that the reaction was back.

First thing in the morning, she texted to say she was fine and had lived through the night. Our insurance card has an instruction on it, saying that if you use emergency care you should call your PCP within 48 hours, so I had her do that. The PCP’s office bungled the whole thing as usual, insisting Elizabeth needed a virtual appointment with the PCP even though Elizabeth explained she was away at school and also didn’t need an appointment, and then calling back to scold her for trying to get away with making a virtual appointment when she was not in the state. So we will see how this shakes out, insurance-wise. My understanding is that ER visits are covered even if they are outside the coverage area, but we’ve never had to test it before, so I don’t know how many hoops there will be.