Book: Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

I want to tell you about this book, which many of you have already read; but some of you have not, and perhaps for reasons similar to mine, which I would like to talk you out of:

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Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, by Gail Honeyman (Target link) (Amazon link).

This is a book that was recommended to me many, many, many times. Several people recommended it on the Books Worth Buying post, but Claire pointed out that something very bad/traumatic happens to children, which could violate this thing I said when asking for recommendations: “and nothing where a major plot point is the abuse and/or traumatic death of an animal or child—unless somehow the author pulls it off, and there ARE books where that happens,” and that is probably why I didn’t add it to my To Read list at the time.

For me, this was one of those books where the author did pull it off. But I want to tell you my actual reasons for not reading the book even when I saw it recommended all over the place, because I had forgotten ALL ABOUT Claire’s warning when I finally read it.

The first reason is the cover, which communicates that the book is being marketed as Chick Lit. I read a lot of books marketed as Chick Lit, and a lot of them are great—and a lot of them are what I will kindly refer to as “fluffy.” Another reason is the title, which is whimsical; another reason is that the name of the main character is deliberately over-charming and not right for her age. These things are not absolute deal-breakers, but they are common signals that I am not going to like the book. The whole package reminded me of Evvie Drake Starts Over, another VERY RECOMMENDED book, which I finally tried, and it was an absolutely competently-written book by someone who had decided to write a book, and I didn’t catch the magic of it at all.

But the thing that REALLY kept me from reading it before now was the description on the inside front cover, which, like the description on the inside front cover of A Prayer for Owen Meany, was so off-putting to me that I almost couldn’t even make myself TRY the book, FOR FREE, from the library:

Meet Eleanor Oliphant: she struggles with appropriate social skills and tends to say exactly what she’s thinking. Nothing is missing in her carefully timetabled life of avoiding unnecessary human contact, where weekends are punctuated by frozen pizza, vodka, and phone chats with Mummy.

But everything changes when Eleanor meets Raymond, the bumbling and deeply unhygienic IT guy from her office. When she and Raymond together save Sammy, an elderly gentleman who has fallen, the three rescue one another from the lives of isolation that they had been living.

So, absolutely not. This is a movie starring Zoe Deschanel or Maggie Gyllenhaal as Eleanor, and Chris O’Dowd or the serious version of Will Ferrell as Raymond. They will be beautiful people dressed as nerds, charming people being charmingly awkward, and we will get to know their separate lives a bit, and then they will meet awkward-cute and have an awkward-cute relationship, probably bumping into each other awkwardly and losing their glasses and so forth, and a charming old man with twinkling eyes will be involved. I’m out.

Okay, but finally TOO MANY people had talked about the book, and then Hello Korio recommended it and said it reminded her of Fredrik Backman books, which I generally love, so FINE: I will read it if only so I could say “Nope, I tried it, not for me.”

Well, and of course I loved it. LOVED IT. It was EXTREMELY MY THING. I totally agree that it’s like Fredrik Backman, especially the one with Britt-Marie and the one with Ove, where you start by thinking the person is so unpleasant you don’t want to read about them at all, and then after awhile you find yourself succumbing to their charms and to the charms of all the wonderful imperfect lovable human beings around them. (If you never got the magic of Britt-Marie or Ove, Eleanor Oliphant may not be your thing either.) Or it’s like the TV show Schitt’s Creek, where everyone tells you to PERSEVERE through the first season where you hate everyone, to get to the part where you only hate Roland.

And, as Hello Korio points out, there is an unreliable narrator thing going on—and it’s the kind I LIKE, where the narrator is unreliable to THEMSELVES in a way where YOU start thinking “Wait…wait a minute here…” and feel smart for noticing. The book gradually REVEALED ITSELF to me as a totally different book than I’d thought it was, and I felt amazed by it, and I enjoyed the whole thing, and I liked everyone, and I want MORE BOOKS ABOUT THESE PEOPLE.

Birthday Cake for Cats; Two Books: 13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl, Spinning Silver

I am baking a cake for the joint birthday party of two of our cats, one of whom has a birthday on April 5th and the other on April 7th. Last year, the first year of the pandemic, I baked them each their own cake; this year I am toning it down in anticipation of a return to Somewhat Normal Times. (Another idea I have used in previous years: bake one cake mix in two round cake pans and serve one round on each of the two evenings. Still one cake, and one cake-baking process, but two parties’ worth of cake. I didn’t do it that way THIS year because yesterday I was thinking I would not bake any cat cakes at all, and then today I changed my mind, and so now it is a Combined Cake to cover my change of heart.)

In selecting a cake mix, I discovered I owned two boxes of mix that had best-by dates in 2018, and I’m sure they’re fine, but I clearly need to stop buying cake mixes so far ahead. It’s just, I’ve had a few times when I was extremely grateful to have a couple of cake mixes already on hand, and those times have lodged compellingly in my brain. Similarly: the time a box of mixed crackers and a couple extra bottles of wine allowed me to discreetly save an awkward party-food situation, so now I ALWAYS have a box of Pepperidge Farm Cracker Trio and at least one huge cheap bottle of white wine in the cupboard, and always will.

I just finished a book that has left me feeling wan:

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13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl, by Mona Awad (Amazon link). I requested it from the library after reading about it on Hello Korio, where it was described like so:

I think just about every woman can see some example of her own personal youth, or her own young adult behaviors, or her own motivations in these stories, in ways that don’t pull any punches. It’s harsh. It is a harsh book. I really liked it, and I really recommend it.

And yes. I agree, except I don’t know if I recommend it. It put little sad truth burrs all through my joie de vivre. It made me feel sad for all of us, and all of our daughters, but without feeling like there’s any way to stop/fix any of it.

Anyway. Right before that, I read a book that made me happy, so let’s do that one next:

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Spinning Silver, by Naomi Novik (Amazon link). Looking at this book, and reading the description, and looking at its WHOLE VIBE, I would never have chosen it. I read it ONLY because first Miss Grace recommended it to me, and THEN Hello Korio mentioned a DIFFERENT book by the same author, and described it as a book where all the mysteries and so forth end up making impressive logical sense, and that is CRUCIAL to me, and so then I put the Spinning Silver book higher on my reading list, and I finished it right before the other book I just mentioned, and as it turned out it was EXTREMELY MY THING. I don’t even want to tell you about it, because if someone had described the plot to me, I would not have read it. It was already hard enough to get past the font and illustration choices on the cover, all of which loudly communicated that this book was Not For Me. BUT IT WAS FOR ME.

Do you remember awhile back, when I said I’d always thought I disliked science fiction, but it turned out what I disliked was science fiction written by middle-aged men? This book caused a similar insight. Now I have to finish my other library books so that I can go on to read LOTS OF NAOMI NOVIK.

DIY Swistle Target Care Package

The Galentine’s Day packages are all done and everything has arrived, so now I will not feel like I’m spoiling any surprises if I discuss what was IN them. And also, this will enable you to assemble a Swistle Target care package for yourself or for someone else, if that’s something you would like to do!

I asked each winner these questions:

• Does the recipient drink coffee? tea? cocoa?
• Allergies / sensitivities / dietary restrictions?
• Prefer a sort of FOOD-BASED box or more of a NON-food-based box?
• Favorite color, in case something has a color choice?
• Would hair elastics or hair clips be of any use?
• Anything else that might be helpful to know?

and I used those for my starting point, for thinking about the person and getting an idea of them. Perhaps you will be a little irritated by the pervasive non-parallel structure of those questions, as I am, and yet not be motivated to fix them, as I also am not.

For MANY of the packages, I began by choosing a mug to contain the answer to the first question, and because mug-plus-hot-drink feels cozy and affectionate to me. This section of the post may be a little discouraging, because hardly any of these are in stock anymore. (Some of them may still be available in the actual Target store, which is where I found the first mug for myself after it sold out online.) But the way I FOUND these mugs was by searching “mug” and/or “OpalHouse mug,” and that is where I would start if I were doing this again: Target always has an assortment of cute mugs, and there’s no need to have These Exact Ones.

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My favorite color is green, and it’s hard to find things in green. So if someone answered that THEIR favorite color was green, I tended to choose this Cup of Happy mug, guessing that, whether or not they would have chosen this mug or its message for themselves, they would nevertheless enjoy its rare greenness. I also chose it for people who did NOT say their favorite color was green, just because I liked it and thought it was a pretty good cheerful mug for a care package.

More examples of mugs I chose:

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Hello Gorgeous mug. Friendly! Flattering! It doesn’t have to be weird that your mug is making a pass at you!

 

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You’re Doing Great mug. The one I sent had different colors/design, but that one is now out of stock, replaced by this one, and I would have just as happily sent this one if this were the one available at the time. This seemed like an especially good mug for a care package sent in These Uncertain Times, I thought. WE ARE DOING GREAT, CONSIDERING.

 

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This Is Going Well mug. I have this mug and enjoy it on days when things are not going well. (I also find this Nope mug persistently amusing, for reasons I can’t quite put a finger on.)

 

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Floral mug. This one wasn’t available yet when I was sending packages or else I definitely would have sent it in some of them. I include it now in case you are thinking of putting together a pretty Mother’s Day package for someone.

Next! I added the coffee and/or tea and/or cocoa to put INTO the mug. For coffee drinkers, I often chose this pretty bag of Starbucks coffee:

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It seemed so cheerful and hopeful to be talking about spring. If I were creating a care package at a different time of year, I would pick whatever seasonal blend was available at the time.

Or sometimes I sent this cold brew concentrate, either black or caramel, because that seemed fun and like something someone might not buy for themselves as easily as they’d buy a bag of coffee grounds, and because I was surprised it was available for shipping when it is so heavy and liquid.

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Sometimes I added some of these little flavored creamers I like:

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For tea drinkers, I liked to choose a Harney & Sons tea, because it comes in such pretty tins, and because it seems like the sort of thing a person might not just casually buy for themselves the way they’d buy a $2 box of tea at the grocery store. I chose WHICH tin based on (1) what the recipient said about tea (caffeinated/herbal, their usual preferred flavors, etc.) plus (2) what the recipient said about their favorite color. I would reluctantly allow the tea itself to outweigh the color of the tin, but it WAS fun when someone said, for example, that they liked herbal teas and the color green, and I could send them a perfect combination:

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But sometimes the fancy tin took up too big a chunk of the budget for a particular recipient (i.e., there were other things I MORE wanted to send them), or I had some other reason for wanting to send a different tea, so sometimes instead I sent one of my own less expensive favorites, such as probiotic tea in lemon ginger (tastes better) or lavender chamomile (more emotionally soothing).:

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Or one that isn’t necessarily one of my favorites, but falls firmly into the Fun To Try and Maybe You Don’t Already Have It category, such as Tazo Glazed Lemon Loaf.

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For cocoa drinkers, sometimes I sent a box of Lucky Charms hot chocolate, because I had just mentioned it in a post about some fun things I’d added to a Target order, and I thought that might have made other people interested to try it too. I chose this option more often if I knew the recipient had children because, for myself, I wanted to try one envelope of it and that was enough, and it’s nice to have children to surprise with the extras. I also chose it more often for recipients who seemed like they needed some fun/joy, because I found the entire concept delightful: the odd product combination! the little envelope of familiar cocoa, attached to a little separate envelope of cheery marshmallows!

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But sometimes instead I chose to send my new favorite weird fun-to-try hot chocolate, which is this cinnamon one I bought for pure novelty and am now on my second box of:

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And sometimes I added a bag of fancy Smashmallow marshmallows:

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Next! I added TREATS and SNACKS. Because this care package idea started as a Galentine’s/Valentine’s thing, I liked the idea of a box of chocolates; I often chose a box of Ferrero Rocher, which is one of my own favorites:

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For the earlier packages, I often included a bag of Valentine’s candy, like Valentine’s Hershey Kisses, but then those sold out. For a few, I included a bag of Cadbury mini eggs:

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Sometimes I included a box of this cookie-brownie mix, which is another of my own favorite treats:

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Sometimes a bag of kettle corn, which has been one of my dearest friends during this pandemic:

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And/or white cheddar Popcorners, another of my favorites:

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If the recipient was doing keto, I sent one of my own top favorite keto treats, these Quest peanut butter cups:

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NEXT! Fun little beauty/care items! Pretty much everyone got a nail polish. Sometimes I chose one based on the recipient’s favorite color, but otherwise I mostly chose this smacks-of-spring Lacey Lilac:

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I have one of these wee little pots of Vaseline lip therapy next to my reading chair, and I don’t stop being charmed by how wee it is, and I liked how the pink/rose thing fit into the Valentine’s/spring concepts, and so I sent out a lot of these, too:

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I had a lot of beauty face masks accumulating in the bathroom cabinet, and recently I stopped trying to save them for a special occasion (especially since I would never use them before a special occasion, just in case I might have an unexpected reaction), and just started USING them, so those were on my mind when I was trying to think of fun little beauty things. Sometimes I chose one based on the person’s favorite color, not because the color of a face-mask package MATTERS, but just because I think it makes your eyes happy if you open up a box and see a color you like, and because I knew I didn’t know what kind the person would want ANYWAY, so Favorite Color seemed as good a way to decide as any. Or I would choose a pink/red one, for the Galentine’s/Valentine’s theme. Or I would choose a hydrating option (because it was winter) or a lavender option (for stress) or a peeling option (for fun).

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I was going for a Tenderly Taking Care of You theme for these packages, and so I sent out a lot of my favorite Pond’s face cream:

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I love this stuff, and it feels like one of those products that endures because it just keeps being good. Products with charcoal or herbs or algae may come and go, and those are enjoyable too, but Pond’s just keeps being Pond’s and it’s comforting to use something so reliable.

 

I also sent a fair number of Thayer’s rose petal facial mists, which I use—among many, many other facial mists, because once I started acquiring them it was difficult to stop:

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Hand soap is a Love Language now, so I think every single person got one of those. As long as the recipient didn’t mention an aversion/allergy to scented things, I generally sent my own favorite, which is Everspring lavender bergamot, and I chose the foaming kind because it’s more fun and because that’s what I buy because it’s more fun:

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Toward the end of the packages, I stumbled by accident on THIS gorgeous creature, and chose it for I think every single one of the remaining packages:

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It’s ORANGE AND PINK! The tiger’s TAIL is on the back of the bottle!! It says “Be gentle with yourself” on the side!! What could be more perfect for Galentine’s Day???

 

Then it was a matter of adding miscellaneous things based on my sense of the recipient. SOME recipients became notecard twins with me (these cards are EXTREMELY MY VIBE):

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SOME recipients joined me on my current Trying Weird Cereals journey (I take one day off from keto per week, and the FIRST THING I eat on those days is CEREAL):

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SOME got cozy socks, until it started feeling too springlike for that:

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They’re out of stock now, but while I was still trying to find heart/Valentine’s items, SOME recipients got heart-shaped paper plates:

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and/or a heart-shaped melamine plate:

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and/or glitter heart stickers:

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and/or these heart baggies:

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Once the heart baggies sold out, I switched to sending these elephant/heart ones:

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When it became March and I switched from a hearts theme to more of a spring theme, I sent a lot of these spring floral string lights, which I also bought for myself:

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and one or the other or both of these spring bunny/floral melamine plates, which I also bought for myself:

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and sometimes the coordinating paper napkins:

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SOME recipients got fabric face masks, especially if it worked with their favorite color:

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SOME recipients got a cheery dish towel. First I was sending out a heart-patterned one, but then that sold out, and then I was switching to more of a SPRING thing, so then I sent this one in yellow or occasionally in pink:

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If the recipient were a teacher, or someone else who would be doing a lot more hand washing/sanitizing, sometimes I sent moisturizing hand sanitizer:

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or a repairing hand mask:

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or an overnight hand treatment:

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or this Neutrogena hand cream, which is really good and I’d forgotten all about it:

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For recipients who seemed like they needed some color and fun, I sometimes chose this pack of bowls:

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and/or a pack of LED light-up balloons:

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and/or these little cuties:

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and/or this fancy little gentleman (they have new ones seasonally; search “Spritz bird”):

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I sent flower earrings once or twice, but then remembered not everyone has pierced ears, and some people have grabby babies, and etc., so I stopped:

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I asked the hair-accessories question mostly because of these spiral phone-cord hair elastics, which I have and love:

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and for this cheery springlike bow barrette, which I didn’t buy for myself at the time but now have added to my cart:

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[Hello, I am here from the future to add a note to myself, and to you, which is to use the search term “Bullseye’s Playground” on the Target site (and then, I recommend, sort price low-to-high). Tons of odd not-very-expensive interesting things such as animal-shaped planters, fake tulips, inexpensive yoga equipment, seasonal dish towels, cute dish cloths, pretty jar candles, wall stickers, fairy lights—a bunch of stuff I wish I’d seen when I was making the packages. And tons of things in MULTIPLES (four plants, three jar candles, four towels, ten fake tulips), which would be perfect if you were ordering things to assemble gift bags for local friends.]

Empathetic Happiness

I am feeling empathetically sad today: something sad happened to someone else, and I keep thinking about it and feeling sad. I was wondering if we could balance that with some empathetic happiness. Maybe you have a treat tucked away for later and you have been thinking about it happily. Maybe your tulips are coming up / about to open. Maybe you have something good on its way in the mail, either from you or to you. Maybe you have something fun you’re looking forward to. You could tell me! And then I can feel happy about that with you.

What it Was Like To Get the First Dose of the Covid-19 Vaccine (Pfizer Version)

I got my first dose of the Covid-19 vaccine yesterday. (If you are interested: the one I got was the Pfizer kind.) I didn’t mention it to you ahead of time because I felt there were many opportunities for it to Not Actually Happen. For one thing, I had friends who were eligible ahead of me, and some of them ended up with appointments in late April; but when my group became eligible and Paul made our appointments, the appointments were at the end of March: weeks earlier than the earlier group. That didn’t seem right at all, and smacked of Something Has Gone Amiss Here.

For another thing: well, you can see above, PAUL made the appointments. He is not the appointment-maker of our household. I am the appointment-maker. So I get real TWITCHY when someone else makes appointments, just as he gets real twitchy if he’s not home and I have to be the one to start the pizza dough in the bread machine, because he is the pizza-dough-maker in our household. But I was much, much twitchier, because I follow the recipe when I make the pizza dough, and the pizza dough has never come out wrong when I’ve made it, whereas Paul does not have a similarly stellar history with making appointments. So I had Concerns on several levels.

The REASON Paul made the appointments is that registration was not supposed to open until 8:00 a.m., but he was up at 5:30 a.m., so he checked the website just to see, and it DID let him register for appointments, and I was still asleep, so he just went ahead and registered us both, which I grudgingly admit was probably the correct course of action. But on the other hand (as I started worrying within 30 seconds of waking up and being told I did not have to spend my whole morning trying to make an appointment), what if that was a glitch and the system didn’t actually accept those appointments? What if the state was running a little test before opening for real at 8:00, and they didn’t even realize people were able to interact with it while it was being tested, and when they took it out of test mode those appointments vanished? What if he somehow made appointments for a town with the same name as our town but in a different state? What if he accidentally made appointments for Covid-19 TESTS instead of Covid-19 SHOTS? Also: he registered himself, and then put me down as his “plus one”; what if he did that wrong, and so now HE gets his vaccine but I don’t get mine, and when we find this out and I have to make a new appointment, I find that the system is now booking into JUNE, and then it turns out I can NEVER LET THAT RESENTMENT GO AS LONG AS I LIVE? These were some of my myriad concerns.

My concerns increased when we arrived for our appointments and the line of cars for the appointment site was backed up for over half a mile, with a police officer directing traffic. AND the line doubled into TWO lanes’ worth of cars in the line up ahead. This was about 20 minutes before our appointment time.

Well! We waited about two hours altogether, from “20 minutes before appointment time” to “shots done and driving away,” staying in the car the entire time (this was a drive-up thing), and I needed to pee for about one hour forty-five minutes of that time, enough to be cranky but not badly enough to use the portable pandemic toilets, and in the end WE DID GET OUR SHOTS (AND I DID NOT PEE MY PANTS). There was no trouble with Paul’s appointment, nor with mine, nor with the “plus one” appointment concept. He had put my information in correctly, or at least correctly enough for me to get a shot. The appointments were indeed for shots and not accidentally for tests. The appointments were for shots in our own state and not another state. Etc. And we had not missed our appointments by being in line for so long: the appointment times seemed to be more of a way to pace people throughout a particular day, and the workers were fully aware of the line and its limitations.

The shot itself was no big deal. I had heard that it hurt surprisingly little, but it turned out I was too wound up to notice one way or another: my brain did not see fit to record that part of the experience. I remember the name of the guy who gave me the shot, and I remember what design of mask he was wearing, and I remember what he said while he was giving the shot (“You might have some soreness here; it might be sore to sleep on tonight; you might get a little fever”), and I remember him putting the bandaid on afterward, but I don’t remember the shot itself. I do think I would have remembered if it hurt MORE than I’d expected.

On the other hand, shots don’t bother me a whole lot. They DO bother Paul a whole lot, so I can report that he said he definitely felt his and that it hurt, but that it was “…okayyyy” compared to a flu shot (i.e., not as bad as what he thinks of as a typical flu shot). But he also said he had not been able to relax his arm for the shot: I can make mine dangle limply, and that’s supposed to help with pain at the time and with soreness afterward. Also: when we were back home and he got out of the car he yelled “ARG, OW!!!!” and I said “GAH WHAT IS IT??!??” and he said “My butt is sore from sitting for so long,” so let’s let that little anecdote adjust our Pain Experience Translators accordingly.

Two small things did not go quite right with the shots. One: They did not have us wait 15 minutes afterward, and in fact moved the line out with a hearty wave goodbye so they could deal with the next batch of cars (the line had not shortened when we drove past it on our way out), and we didn’t know what to do about that. Pull over into an adjoining lot and wait on our own? What we did was, we just drove off like everyone else was doing (possibly because everyone else also REALLY NEEDED TO PEE), and I fretted about it for 15 minutes, and then at that point stopped fretting because by then we would have been done waiting anyway. But Paul and I agreed afterward that if we’d had more time to think, and hadn’t been surprised by it (we’d thought we were in the waiting phase, but then the line suddenly moved), we probably would have pulled into an adjacent lot and waited there, just in case.

The second thing that did not go quite right is that they did not book our second appointment. Fortunately, we had heard from friends that SOME vaccine sites/workers were booking the second appointment on the spot and SOME were not, so we knew to be ALERT for that, and we knew to go home and go back to the vaccine website and book our second appointments. I fretted about all the people who will NOT know to do that. If I hadn’t heard about it from someone else, I might have thought vaguely that we would Hear Something From Someone About It.

Actually there was a third thing that didn’t go quite right, which is that there was an area on the card for them to write the date after which we should get the next shot, and they had not filled that out. Again, I fretted about people who would not know what to do about that. We’d looked it up, so we knew we needed to wait at least three weeks, and that three to four weeks later was considered typical and/or ideal for the second shot. (Paul had read somewhere that since the second shot of Pfizer is supposed to be three weeks later and the second shot of Moderna is supposed to be four weeks later, a lot of places are just using four weeks later for all second shots, to avoid confusion and mix-ups.)

And a fourth thing: we did not get stickers. I realize this is minor. But I was hoping for a sticker. It is the same when I vote: I do not NEED a sticker, but I REALLY WOULD LIKE TO HAVE a sticker.

I haven’t looked much into side effects or when they might happen if they were going to happen, but I’ve been braced for a couple of days of feeling pretty bad. It’s been just over 24 hours, and I can say I had just enough soreness in my arm that when I woke up in the night and was lying on it, I decided to switch to my other side; but other than that I wouldn’t know I’d had a shot. And yesterday evening I felt a little extra tired, but that could have been the aftermath of all the vaccine-appointment-concern adrenaline. Paul reported more arm soreness, and when he woke up this morning he took a pain killer for joint pain—but he said he didn’t notice when the pain killer wore off, and didn’t need any more. But, like, maybe that joint pain was vaccine-related…or maybe it’s that we’re in the age group that is eligible for vaccines, is what I’m just sort of wondering aloud about here. And also, remember that little anecdote I told you earlier.

And most of all I am stunned and amazed: THE VACCINE is into THE ARM. What mostly surprised me was how very quickly we went in our area from “We are still not eligible, and we have no idea when we WILL be eligible, and maybe we won’t get an appointment for MONTHS, maybe not until JULY or AUGUST” to “Wait—already the first shot is done?” There has clearly been a big shift UP in vaccination speed, and if it has not yet happened for you, and you are thinking “I am genuinely happy for others because every shot makes us all incrementally safer, BUT ALSO I WANT A VACCINE TOOOOOOOO,” I hope you end up feeling similarly about the speed of that transition.

Easter Baskets

We are having a little bit of a scramble, because we realized at this late date that we need something to REPLACE the Egg Hunt this year. We have done an Egg Hunt to one degree or another since Rob was a preschooler. First it was just Paul and me hiding a few eggs for Little Rob; and then we hid them for Little Rob and Little William; and then my parents started coming over and sitting in lawn chairs to watch, and the adults would pass around buckets of candy; and then my brother and sister-in-law had kids and started attending too; and then Rob and William were too old to want to hunt and so they started helping with the hiding; and then it was the pandemic.

And last year, the first year of the pandemic, we found that our kids seemed to have outgrown the hunt entirely: the younger three looked for eggs for awhile and then were sort of floppy about it—like, “HOW many more do we have to find??—like that. Which is not a fulfilling thing, when you as the parents have spent considerable effort to put together something fun. But on the other hand, our youngest is a teenager, so we can’t say it was a total surprise.

I guess, though, that I was cruising along picturing us all just eating the candy out of buckets as usual. But without the hunt first, that doesn’t seem right. So instead I want to do Easter Baskets. BUT: ABSOLUTELY NOT the Christmas-stocking kind of Easter basket, with presents and toys. I am not up to it, and don’t want to start with that; it’s PLENTY to do it once a year with stockings. What I want to do is the kind I grew up with: chocolate rabbit plus miscellaneous candy, and the basket was hidden somewhere in the house. I remember one year my brother and I made our parents re-hide the baskets because we found them immediately and felt not enough effort had been put into it.

We are all set on baskets: they’re not gorgeous or anything, but the kids used baskets to collect eggs, so I don’t need any of those. I am not buying Easter grass: I was charmed by this lovely green-and-flowers kind, and used it for an Easter package for my niece and nephew—and as soon as I emptied it into the box, I realized my mistake. And that wasn’t even the clingy plastic kind! ANYWAY, I am using tissue paper. I had some trouble finding a package of just green, so I am changing tacks and I will use different colors to code the baskets: Edward should search for the basket with RED tissue paper, and Henry the basket with ORANGE tissue paper, and so on.

I have ordered chocolate rabbits, and have made what is probably a mistake by having them shipped; is there ANY chance that hollow chocolate bunnies will arrive unbroken? Well, in the moment it seemed like the right thing to do: getting them ON THEIR WAY. I would have chosen a solid-chocolate option but oddly none of those were available for shipping.

(image from Target.com)

All the kids sleep late now, so Sunday morning I will get up and assemble the baskets and Paul will hide them, and it will be a little Easter surprise! And kind of fun to do a holiday a different way.

Sixteenth Birthday Jewelry

I have not yet been among those wailing because a child doesn’t get to have an 8th grade graduation or a birthday party or whatever; I would say I have been a combination of stoic (these disappointments are happening to everyone; there is no reason my own special child should be exempt from disappointment) and lucky (so far there have not been many missed events that were Very Important to us). But now we are approaching one that is giving me, while not the urge to wail, a good-sized TWINGE, and it is the twins’ 16th birthday—or, more specifically, Elizabeth’s 16th birthday, because Edward doesn’t care and because I think of Sweet Sixteen parties/gifts as being A Thing for girls but not for boys.

We are not big Party People, but I had been thinking we would do something special for her 16th. She’s at the perfect age for sleepovers: she had one a few months before the pandemic and it was the perfect kind where they all stayed up in her room most of the time, and everyone was old enough to make their own arrangements for drop-off and pick-up. So I guess I was picturing a birthday sleepover, but maybe with something else, too: our local movie theater will rent you a whole room for a pretty reasonable price and that seemed like it would be fun; or maybe they’d all like to dress up and go for a sit-down dinner somewhere, with Paul and me at a different table; or maybe they’d like to do something appealingly silly and retro-babyish like going to Build-a-Bear.

Well. Just like everyone else, we can do a belated celebration. And in fact, since all her friends are turning 16 in this pandemic as well, maybe it can even be a fun thing where we do a whole month of Sixteenth Birthday celebrations, one or two per weekend, once everyone is 16 and vaccinated.

But also, while I have you here, I am looking for ideas for a Special Gift, and I am thinking along the lines of jewelry. When I turned 16, my parents bought me a silver bracelet from a local arts/crafts fair (like, the fancy kind of fair where the artists have to belong to a guild to participate, and everything is Pretty Expensive), and had it engraved, and I really liked that and wore it every day for years and years.

ANYWAY. Something like that. Not super expensive, but expensive ENOUGH.

One classic possibility is A Charm Bracelet, with a few charms to get started. Do people still wear them? I have one that I think was my mom’s, and it’s an item I enjoy owning but don’t wear anymore (almost all of the charms are Christian symbols), and I think I added maybe one charm to it myself, and received maybe one additional charm as a gift. I don’t want to do the Pandora kind, because (1) too expensive and (2) they seem like they’re more for older women. Like, they do sell charms that look like they’re for younger girls, but my impression is that it’s so that older women will get the idea of buying them for younger women, not because younger women like them. I could be completely wrong about this entire thing.

Talking about charm bracelets is making me feel weary instead of excited; I wonder if maybe something less complicated would be better. She has a few inexpensive necklaces she chose, and each of them has a very simple pendant (a small circle, one single rhinestone, one single faux pearl). I could get her a real silver version of one of those.

Or it appeals to me to get her a silver bracelet similar to mine. Or…what if I passed that bracelet down to her? Hm. That has some appeal, although it would appeal more if it had already been passed down a few times: my grandmother’s 16th birthday gift, passed down to my mom and then to me and then to Elizabeth. Perhaps I should wait and get that going by passing it down to a granddaughter on HER 16th. Or let one of the kids decide to do that if they want to, after I die and they inherit it.

Back to the SIMILAR, though: I just went to the website of the art/craft fair, and they have some things online, and they have MANY bracelet options that are the same basic gist as mine!! In fact, it may very well be the same craftsman: his little bio says he’s been doing silver work in our state since a year that is before the year I was born, so. This is my bracelet, which is pretty tarnished but you can get the gist of the style:

It has a hook closure I find appealing, and I used to endlessly pop it open and closed in a fidgety way. So I could get her a SIMILAR one, and get it engraved, and possibly start a little tradition of daughters getting a silver bracelet for their 16th birthday. Or not! Which would also be fine!

Or maybe birthstone earrings, with real versions of the birthstone? Hers is pearl, which seems nice for a special jewelry gift. Pearl would work for a nice simple pendant necklace, too.

 

Well, what do you think? Did you get something like this for your 16th birthday, and if not, would you have liked to, do you think? And/or what did you do for your daughter’s 16th / do you have anything in mind for your own daughter’s 16th?

Very Soft Gummies/Gumdrop Candy and Good Stain Removers

My brother and sister-in-law bought me several months of a Universal Yums subscription for Christmas, and I can HEARTILY RECOMMEND this idea. A box arrives FULL OF INTERESTING SNACKS from a particular country. Bubble chocolate! Veal-flavored potato chips! Stroopwafels! I sit down with the box and try a bite of every single thing, one after another, while reading the little booklet that describes what the deal is with each item. A DELIGHT.

Anyway, last month was Ukraine, and in the box were these fruit jellies:

(image from UniversalYums.com)

which I am delighted to discover I can temporarily order more of from the Universal Yums site, because I LOST MY FOOL MIND OVER THEM. I am not usually a fruit-candy person. I am not usually a gummi/gumdrop-candy person. But I ate these one after another, and made everyone else try them even though that meant fewer for myself, because I needed other people to agree how good they were. (No one else in my household was as enthusiastic as I was, though everyone said Yes, Mother, Very Nice.)

Here is what I liked about them: they are meltingly SOFT. Gummi candies vary in BOUNCINESS, and I do not like the bounce, and these have no bounce. Gumdrops aren’t very BOUNCY, but they tend to be FIRM, and these were not firm. Here is what I am wondering: do you know of other candies like this, but readily available in the U.S.? I have heard Haribo highly praised, but it is WAY TOO BOUNCY. (I do not CRITICIZE it for this: it is SUPPOSED to be bouncy. But I am looking for NOT-bouncy.) I have tried Sunkist Fruit Gems, and those are VERY CLOSE to what I’m looking for, but not quite soft enough, and also the flavors except raspberry feel like they’re burning my mouth with citric acid.

 

NEXT TOPIC. Stain treatments. I already have spritz-on stain treatments I like, but I wanted to ask if you have favorite add-a-scoop-to-the-whole-load-of-laundry kinds. My parents moved, and when they moved they left us a lot of cleaning supplies, and so I finished off their tub of Oxi Clean and I really liked having something like that to use, especially for reusable pads and so forth, but also to put in with the littler boys’ laundry, since at least one of them still wipes his face/hands on his shirt/pants. I am wondering if Oxi Clean is the well-established Best, or if there are others you would recommend.

More About A Prayer for Owen Meany; Grocery Shopping Report

I have just over a dozen pages left before the end of A Prayer for Owen Meany and I have put it down. I feel the need for Emotional Preparedness, which may never occur. At the very least, I am going to need a room containing no one who will make fun of me for crying.

I need to mention, by the way, that the book was published in 1989 and makes use of the R-word. [Edited to add: plus at least one instance of a person described as “Oriental.”] Also, it is a men’s book: it is about men, and things that happen to men. All the female characters are there only as accessories to the men: a man’s grandmother, a man’s girlfriend, a man’s cousin, a man’s teacher, a man’s mother. They are only there to help tell the men’s stories. I am not really reading books like that anymore, so I thought I should give you a little content warning so you won’t be surprised. This book is getting grandmothered in because I THOUGHT I HAD read it, so this is more like going back in time to keep me from being a liar. (Spellcheck knows the word grandfathered but not the word grandmothered. Click “Add to dictionary”/”Gradually reduce automatic patriarchy”—there, that’s better.)

And I have to skim a lot of the stuff about the Vietnam War and the political things that were going on at the time. It’s depressing to see how similar politics are now, and to realize that it’s not just that things got abruptly worse with the election of our 45th president (though they did), it’s also that I didn’t tune in until it got that bad—but it had been Pretty Darn Bad at many times earlier. Well, a lot of us are paying attention NOW, so good strategy, politicians! Fun idea, to see just how far you could push it!

I went grocery shopping today. We were getting low on a lot of things so I went in twice: first for things that don’t care about temperature, and then for everything else. That kind of trip is satisfying, because I can get EVERYTHING, and also have room in the cart for Bonus Items such as an impulse pack of bakery cinnamon rolls, and a box of unnecessary-but-the-kids-enjoy-them fruit snacks; but also stressful, because I do different aisles each trip, and I’m always worry that doing so will undermine the part of my list that is only in my mind and is triggered by walking past the items. That is, no one has to put milk on the list, because I remember it when I walk past it. But if I alter my route, who KNOWS what I might not walk past!!

Well.

This was my third grocery trip with the updated advice to double-mask (I wear a KN-95 first, with a cloth mask over it), and I really hate it, but also it does make me feel a little safer. But it’s so uncomfortable and humid. And I hadn’t realized how comfy my cloth masks were until I wore a disposable, though that’s unfair to the disposable: it’s against my face so it’s getting most of the blame for the issues caused by two masks. Still. Now I’m looking forward to wearing just one mask, a cloth one, after I’m vaccinated! HOW FAR WE HAVE COME.

Oh! A note: if your store has been weirdly out of horseradish sauce, as mine has been, it’s worth checking with the cocktail items (maraschino cherries, cocktail olives, grenadine, margarita/daiquiri mixers): I walked past that section today and there was horseradish sauce just sitting there! Although there was ALSO that one same kind of horseradish sauce in the regular section this time, so maybe it wouldn’t have been with the cocktail stuff before, either.

They were out of the little cocktail hot dogs again. They were out of those for AGES at the beginning of the pandemic, then suddenly had them in stock again Awhile Ago, and now haven’t had them for the past two trips.

Still no Lemon Pop Tarts, but that’s a new item so I might be missing a display, or my store might just not have them yet.

You know the BIG containers of spices? Like, not the usual cylindrical jar of cinnamon, but a big rectangular container? We needed a new Big Basil, and I have checked three trips in a row now, and they haven’t had it. The whole Big Spices section has been all spread out, with maybe three Big Spices taking up allllll the Big Spice slots. This time they did have Big Crushed Red Pepper, which they didn’t have last time.

Canned beans are still weird. They had the big cans of black beans and pinto beans, and those were spread out over two shelves of the missing other varieties.

Canned fruit is still weird. Cranberry sauce or pineapple or Weird Stuff, those are your choices. I’ve been ordering from Target.

Last time they were out of lemon juice; this time they had it, but just the store brand. (Which is fine, but notable.)

Almond milk was VERY LOW. I had to buy coconut-almond milk (which is fine, but notable).

The vegetarian meat-substitutes are still patchy, but at least they had some chicken nuggets and chicken patties, which we were getting perilously low on. No Gardein beefless ground, for the third trip in a row (that is the ONLY vegetarian ground beef we like; it’s that or nothing).

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED MARCONA ALMONDS. The deli section had a big display of them on sale, so I bought some just to try them. I can’t stop eating them. I told Paul to please take them away from me and put them somewhere I wouldn’t see them for awhile, because I was getting worried I would actually make myself sick before I’d stop. They’re skinless almonds, fried in oil, and then salted like they love you and want you to be happy.

I’d been seeing ads for Super Coffee (a keto thing), and thought I’d check to see if my grocery store had that brand, and they had two kinds of the refrigerated liquid creamer, so I bought the sweet cream one. It’s…okay. Very artificial-sweetener-flavored (which is fine/expected, but notable). I’m glad I didn’t order a case of it or something. I forget to check for the bottled flavored coffees when I was in that part of the store, but I’ll check next time.

Do you have a peanut-butter cereal you’d recommend? I have been eating a keto one that has put me very in the mood to have a NON keto version on my Days Off. I bought a box of Reese’s cereal, thinking that would be top tier stuff, and I ate one bowl of it and don’t want any more: hardly any peanut butter flavor at all. I know I can add actual peanut butter to cereal, but I’m checking first for options that don’t involve doing that.

I had a sudden craving for Sugar Babies, and checked the grocery store for them, but they didn’t have any. I don’t know if that’s a pandemic thing or if those are now an Old Person Candy and will have to be ordered from a special catalog that also carries the perfumes and toiletries of my distant youth. That, by the way, is how I will KNOW my peers and I are truly Old as opposed to “ha ha we’re so old!”: when the Vermont Country Store catalog starts carrying the things we love/remember. That’s the next level up from hearing your high school Top 40 played as elevator music, which is an achievement we have already unlocked.

Little Pottery Bowls; Spring Coffee; A Prayer for Owen Meany

A happy thing is that the little bowls I made in pottery class a few years ago are getting almost constant use: they are so small I thought they’d be useless, but William in particular is using them daily as snack/ketchup/mustard bowls. A sad thing is that so far three of the bowls, plus one of Elizabeth’s (she took a pottery class, too) have been broken. It is difficult not to HOARD special things, never using them so that they won’t be broken, but that is not the strategy I want to use here. Still, it’s hard to see them disappearing one by one.

Paul was able to glue one back together so that it can be used as a trinket bowl even though it won’t work for food anymore. The others were shattered to smithereens; I don’t think I’ve ever typed that word before. I don’t know what our kitchen floor is made out of, but anything dropped on it is absolutely toast. Even PLASTIC bowls have shattered on it. Our old kitchen floor was 1950s linoleum, and dropped items would bounce lightly before coming to a gentle, unbroken rest.

I am drinking a cup of Starbucks Spring Day blend, which tastes exactly like regular Starbucks coffee to me, but it comes in a pretty bag and I appreciate the pretty bag every time I see it. And it is satisfying to use a SPRING coffee, no matter the actual weather, as a little defiance in the face of continued cold, and/or as a little spell cast to coax the daffodils.

I am reading A Prayer for Owen Meany (Target) (Amazon), which I thought I had read BUT IT TURNS OUT I HAD NOT. I was so sure I had! But then some of you were discussing it on Twitter, and posted some excerpts, and I read the excerpts and thought it went beyond my usual inability to remember a book after reading it: I didn’t recognize the excerpts AT ALL, and in fact ANTI-recognized them. So I got the book and am reading it and I can see why people like it so much. I’ve definitely never read it before. Wonder what book I was thinking of!