Raisins

My big kids are home, and I have been baking and cooking while they sleep in until I wake them at 2:00 in the afternoon. This morning when Paul got up at 4:00 (he gets up early to avoid the dealbreaker traffic on his commute, but now can’t break the habit on days he doesn’t go to work), Rob was still awake, and didn’t go to bed until 6:00. I am trying not to be concerned, but that really doesn’t seem right. *forehead fret-lines deepen*

This morning Paul made cinnamon buns, which was delightful, and such a perfect smell to wake up to, and such a nice addition to breakfast before I start on another day of cooking. I want to say all that first, so you know I know what a lovely thing this was, because NEXT I want to tell you that he put raisins in them, which is not the weird thing: the weird thing is that he put raisins in them FOR ME.

Reader, it is tempting to exaggerate here and say that I HATE raisins, or to say “That man has never seen me eat a raisin,” or whatever, and neither of those would be exactly true, but they have the FEEL of truth when what I am trying to convey is how close I came to adding this to the “Evidence of early-onset Alzheimer’s?” list. I WILL eat a raisin, and in fact a couple of decades ago I used to add them deliberately to Grape-Nuts, and I did enjoy that combination; I also used to eat Raisin Bran, so the case against my claim of not liking raisins has weak points. Also, recently I had lunch at Panera and they had an oatmeal-raisin cookie concept to which they had added dried berries, and I chose that on purpose and paid money for it and ate it. But the idea that anyone would ADD RAISINS to something, on purpose, FOR ME, is…extremely odd. I would say my USUAL reaction to “things with raisins in them” is shudder/avoid. I appreciate that other people like/love raisins, and I understand it because there are similar things that I like that other people don’t like, but if you LOVE raisins in cinnamon rolls I do hope you understand that that information is relevant only if you are explaining why Paul added raisins for YOU.

When Paul first told me he had added raisins to the cinnamon buns had not yet revealed that he considered that An Act of Love, I reacted with an incredulous “WHY??” After he explained it was for me, I said “But we both hate raisins in things? Especially WARM raisins?” and he said that HE hated raisins in things but that I was always choosing food that had things in it that he hated. I’m not sure that explanation improved anything.

Well. I ate a cinnamon bun with raisins in it, because it is not possible to wake up to Cinnamon Bun Scent and then not consume cinnamon buns, and it was fine—especially because Paul does not normally cook with raisins (because we both dislike raisins, particularly warm raisins) so he doesn’t know you have to soak them first if you want them to retain moisture during baking, so they were small and shriveled rather than squishy and plump. Which, for someone who dislikes raisins, particularly warm raisins, is a good thing.

I just want to say again, because I think this kind of thing is difficult to explain without inviting misunderstanding, that I am not sharing (1) a story of how I don’t appreciate that I am married to someone who makes homemade cinnamon rolls, or (2) a story of how I don’t appreciate that I am married to someone who tries to do something he’ll think I like (especially nice when it’s something HE doesn’t like), but rather: (3) a story of how surreal it is when the partner of OVER HALF MY LIFE does something such as add raisins to something because he knows how much I love raisins, when I do not in fact even LIKE raisins, and he never sees me eat raisins, and he and I have discussed on multiple occasions how much we dislike raisins (particularly warm raisins).

Gift Ideas: Happy Acquisitions of the Past Year

All year I have meant to tell you about this blender:

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Ninja Professional Countertop Blender. It was with huge regret that I let go of my old blender, a Braun with a glass pitcher that was with me through two decades of pregnancy smoothies and baby food and frozen coffees. I’d replaced the little thingie on the bottom when the plastic part finally gave way, but then it finally gave way a second time and the replacement part was no longer available. I resentfully put “blender” on my wish list, and my parents bought me this one for Christmas last year, and it was an adjustment but now I love it.

The main thing I love about it is that it comes with two travel cups that fit with their own attachment to the blender base. I don’t know what my problem is with “getting the whole blender dirty for just one smoothie” or whatever, but it’s a hurdle I couldn’t get over, and these cups remove that hurdle. All summer, nearly every single day I made myself a frozen coffee drink. And if Paul wanted one too, he used the other cup. It is wonderful. It does a great job pulverizing ice for slushy cold drinks. I recommend it.

While we’re discussing sentimental kitchen appliances, I will say a thing or two about my new coffee maker:

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Cuisinart 14-cup Programmable Coffeemaker. I bought this in January after the sudden demise of my old coffee maker, and I love it. I like that the coffee filter and coffee go in under a top-lifting lid. I like that the burner will stay on for up to 4 hours, and you can pick how long (I chose 2 hours). I like that the coffee is nice and hot. I like that the carafe is clear. I like that I can program it to be ready when I come downstairs in the morning. I like that I can switch off the option of a beep that tells me the coffee is ready. I’ve just been really happy with it overall.

 

This is on one hand ridiculous and on the other hand it works great, which makes it a good gift idea for someone who likes kitchen toys:

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Partu Sous Vide cooker. (Sous vide is pronounced like the woman’s nickname Sue, followed by the first syllable of vida in Living the Vida Loca, with slightly more emphasis on VEED than on soo. Soo-VEED.) Combine with a sous vide container (we started with the 7 quart, which I’d say is about the right size for a normal household, but now Paul would kind of like a bigger one) and, if the gift budget will stretch, sous vide weights.

Paul ordered one of these after seeing it on a cooking show, and I was so eye-rolly and grossed out about the whole thing. It seemed like a way to take something simple (baking a piece of meat) and make it super complicated; plus, it means cooking meat in a clear bin on the counter, which is gross. But I have been completely won over. I have cooked pork chops or chicken breasts in foil, in water, in literally in half an inch of oil to try to keep them from drying out in the oven, and the sous vide is SO MUCH BETTER than any other method I’ve tried. It is WEIRD, yes, but it makes VERY GOOD MEAT. I notice the difference particularly with drier meats such as pork chops and chicken breasts, but it also makes nice tender steak, even if you use a cheaper cut. You can also make YOGURT in it.

Also: Paul is a happy-go-lucky sort of person, and I don’t trust happy-go-lucky people to have enough anxiety to care about food safety, and the sous vide means that when he sets it for the Safe Meat Temperature, it always achieves the Safe Meat Temperature. I can look suspiciously at my piece of chicken, but then I remember that the sous vide cooked it, and I do trust the sous vide.

 

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Hot Sauce Advent Calendar. It’s too early to put this in a post of tried-and-approved purchases, because it is not yet December so Paul has not yet tried a single hot sauce. Maybe they’re terrible! Who knows! But he was SO PLEASED to get it. I bought it impulsively and had it shipped addressed to him, so he opened it thinking it was something he’d ordered and was completely mystified, and then he spent like half an hour looking at it and being pleased with it, and he’s mentioned half a dozen time since then how much he’s looking forward to December 1st, so it’s already been well worth it. Another picture on the listing shows how cute it is when you open it up, with little numbered cardboard drawers to pull out:

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I’m planning to have him save the structure so I can re-use it to make another calendar for him for next year with assorted things in it—maybe some hot sauces, some chocolates, some little bottles of booze, etc.

 

My Amazon account tells me I have purchased this same fan five times and I am not surprised:

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Honeywell HT-900 Fan. I like to have a fan on me at night all summer, and this one is large enough to work from where it sits on a bureau across the room, but small enough (and with adjustable angle) so that I can direct it just on me and not on Paul, since Paul does NOT like to have a fan on him at night. It’s small enough to bring with me to a hotel, large enough to be worth bringing. The first one I bought has lasted me for YEARS, so I bought a second one for downstairs, then one for each of my older kids when they went to college, then one more as a back-up in case one of my fans ever breaks, so that I don’t have to go a single day without one.

 

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40-piece scrunchies. Elizabeth bought these with her own money and I was just CRINGING because I KNEW they would be disappointing: when Claire’s sells scrunchies for $4.99 each, you just CANNOT expect to get FORTY good scrunchies for under $10.00! You just can’t! I warned her! But they came, and they are great. There was one issue, which is mentioned in a lot of the reviews, which is that you don’t necessarily get the exact assortment of colors shown in the picture—so if you wanted one specific color shown, you might be disappointed. But Elizabeth wanted “an assortment” and didn’t care about the particular shades of colors, so she was really happy.

 

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Vintage Rainbow Shirt. I love this shirt. It’s so soft and comfy and cute. I normally wear a women’s XL Tall in Old Navy sizes, for comparison, and I ordered this in a women’s XL and it is the right size—a little bit snugger than Old Navy XL Tall but the right fit for me (I have another shirt in this same brand in XXL, and it’s a little roomier than I’d like).

 

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These ridiculous little rainbow flower spoons. They’re too small to be sensible, but I love them so much every time I see them in the drawer, and every time I want to spoon sugar into coffee, and every time I use one to stir Edward’s powdered medicine into his little juice cup. They’re just so pretty and cute and charming. You could buy a set and put a couple into each of several stockings, keeping your two favorites for yourself.

November Discouragement; Some Things I Like About My Library Job

I have been so tired and sad recently, and small tasks feel overwhelming, and medium tasks feel impossible. Paul bought me a HappyLight, and set it up right at my desk, and helpfully switched it on, and I am too listless and Novembery to take any of it personally.

I made a bunch of purchases recently that all coincidentally need to be returned, and I am not confident it’s going to happen. It is especially discouraging because each thing was purchased to accomplish something on my overwhelming to-do list, so getting those things done was so satisfying—but now not only do I have to do the returns (I HATE returning things, even when it is easy and uneventful), I have to uncheck all those boxes. Present for impossible-to-buy-for eldest son? Unchecked. Warm cozy vest to help me not be cold every single second? Unchecked. New winter coat in my current size? Unchecked. Second attempt at a new winter coat in my current size? Unchecked. Some cute things for fundraiser care packages? Unchecked. New shoes for Henry? Unchecked.

Also, we scheduled a fall clean-up for today. They were supposed to be here first thing this morning. They have not arrived. They have not responded to texts or calls.

I would like to talk a little bit about my library job, because I am still feeling happy about that. I’ve been there three months. It is definitely getting more boring/repetitive now, but not in a way I mind yet. When I sign up to cover someone else’s shift, I find as the shift approaches I think “Oh, good, I’m going into work tomorrow!” instead of “Ug, why did I agree to cover that shift??”

Guess what? We’re allowed to take any library discards we want! Isn’t THAT a dangerous option to have! And the discards aren’t just old copies of books no one reads anymore, they’re also the half-dozen extra copies of a new popular book we had while the book still had a huge waiting list. So far I have taken home only one discard (the Jincy Willett book The Writing Class, which I talked about here), because (1) I only just found out it was okay to take discards and (2) I am being VERY CAREFUL NOT TO OVERDO IT. (IT WOULD BE SO EASY TO OVERDO IT.)

One of my favorite tasks is going around collecting all the books/DVDs/etc. people requested online. I especially like it when I go to look for an item, and it isn’t there, and then I look somewhere else and don’t find it, and then I look somewhere else and don’t find it, and then I look somewhere else and I FIND IT. I also enjoy sorting out shelf tangles, where something was misshelved and then other things were misshelved because of the misleading misshelved item. Sometimes these two things are combined: for example, today I went looking for a fiction book by Melissa De La Cruz, and it was not with the two other Melissa De La Cruz books, and while looking for it I discovered a shelf tangle (books by Dean had been filed in the midst of the Da_ section, starting a little mini De_ section where it should not be). And then, after I’d looked through all the D’s and hadn’t found the book I was looking for, my eyes fell upon it sitting at the end of a shelf of C’s! …I realize this story loses something in the retelling, so you will have to trust me that the whole thing was exhilarating and fun and satisfying.

Here is a small happy thing: when I am looking for where a book belongs, and I find there is still a gap on the shelf where the book was taken out. It is so pleasing to put the book right back where its gap is waiting for it.

Something else I like about this job is that I’m almost completely unmonitored. It surprised me at first, especially when I was new and it seemed like maybe they should do a little more monitoring. But now it feels like they let me manage my own time, and since I CAN manage my own time, I like this a lot. I can disappear for an hour and no one asks where I’ve been (and if they DID ask, I know I have an answer they’d like). If I’m shelving, and I find a big shelf tangle and it takes me half an hour to sort it out, I don’t have to worry that they’ll think I’m off slacking. They seem to just ASSUME that I will figure out the best way to spend my time—or, at least, that I will figure out an acceptably good way to spend my time. This is in SHARP CONTRAST to most other entry-level jobs I’ve had.

Gift Ideas Post: Swistle’s Very Own Wish List 2019

Perhaps you know some Swistley people. Perhaps you ARE a Swistley people. If so, perhaps there are some ideas from my own wish list that would work as ideas for people you know or for your own wish list.

 

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Going Into Town: A Love Letter to New York, by Roz Chast.

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50 Postcards for All Occasions, by Roz Chast. I love everything Roz Chast does.

 

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Kikkerland toucan kitchen shears. (I have a similar toucan can-opener and bird vegetable-peeler. Those are great and have worked well for years now, but they’re a different brand.)

 

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French Bull graphic mini bowls. I have these in floral and I love them so much and they’re the perfect size and I use them constantly. I like the floral ones better but I don’t want a second set of the same bowls so I have the graphic ones on my list. (If you are buying a first set for a Swistley person, I recommend the floral ones instead.)

 

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Euro Graphics 1000-piece tea cups jigsaw puzzle. I would normally consider my maximum preferred puzzle size to be 500 pieces, but I have worked on two of these Euro Graphics puzzles (cupcakes and doughnuts), and they are very cleverly designed to be much easier than you’d expect for a 1000-piece puzzle: the background color gives you hints, and the pictured items are a nice helpful assortment of colors/textures, so that it’s easy to find the pieces and it’s more like a bunch of smaller puzzles. I should warn you: in ONE of the puzzles I bought previously, there were a couple of pieces that had not been well-cut, so that they were still attached and I had to cut them apart in an unsatisfactory way—and when I looked at reviews, I saw similar complaints. I liked the puzzle so much that I forgave it. But barely. Like, it seems like that is sort of the minimum requirement of a puzzle, that the pieces be separate.

 

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Olive, Again, by Elizabeth Strout. I had this on my list because Olive Kitteridge is one of my favorite books I’ve ever read, and this is the sequel. But I took it off my list again for two reasons: (1) What if it’s disappointing, after how much I loved the first one? and (2) It’s been made an Oprah’s Book Club selection, and I believe I have disliked every single Oprah’s Book Club selection I’ve tried, because it seems like they are ALWAYS miserable suffery torment books of agony abuse sorrow.

 

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Nicole Miller Rainbow Olive suitcase. It’s understandable if when you think of me, you think of a sort of muted off-blue color. But my actual favorite colors are green and pink. (I do also like blue.)

 

 

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TeeHee women’s no-show cotton socks in multi-pattern. My mom and Elizabeth both really like this brand’s crew socks, and I could use some cuter short socks for summer, so I added these to my list to try.

 

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John Mulaney, The Comeback Kid. I love him. I love him.

 

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Library stamp t-shirt.

 

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Library card check-out t-shirt.

 

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Sesame Street t-shirt.

 

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Everyone long-sleeved t-shirt. I have the short-sleeved version in light blue and I love it, and now it’s fall/winter and I’m chilly.

 

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Kikkerland retro alarm clock. It comes in other colors if green isn’t your thing.

 

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Chrissy Teigan pan set. I want this set for two reasons: (1) color and (2) love of Chrissy Teigan.

 

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Like just a whole bunch of stuff from EmilyMcDowell.com. The patriarchy tote. The patriarchy magnet. The patriarchy sticker. The feminist postcard book.

 

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More acrylic hoop earrings. Elizabeth and I bought this set (she wears the largest hoops, I wear the medium ones, and so far neither of us wear the smallest ones) and they have quickly jumped to the top of my earring pyramid and I wear them at least several times a week. They’re so light I don’t even feel them, and I love the way they look especially with solid-colored shirts that might otherwise feel a little boring, or with polo shirts where I want to tone down the preppiness.

 

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Dapper Animal salad plates. DAPPER. ANIMALS.

First Gift Ideas Post of the 2019 Season

For my first gift-ideas post of the 2019 season, I have an utter hodge-podge of items I put into my cart thinking “Ooo! This would make a good gift idea for someone!”

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Tulip tea infuser. Combined with a clear mug and some loose tea, this would be such a charming gift.

 

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Tortilla throw blanket. I’m imagining how cute it would be to see someone all rolled up in this. (There are also waffle and pizza versions, also good but less cute for rolling.)

 

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Popsicle puzzle. I like puzzles. I value puzzles that allow me to dibs a certain area of the puzzle and collect all those pieces.

 

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Gingerbread couple earrings.

 

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Giraffe stir sticks.

 

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Agate serving plates. These have been coming in and out of availability.

 

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Mushroom salt-and-pepper shakers.

 

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Midnight Chicken and Other Recipes Worth Living For.

 

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Five-piece tiara set. My peeps and I have many Downton Abbey events to attend.

 

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Inspirational pens. I’m not saying these aren’t overpriced. Clearly they are. And yet I have someone on my gift list these are perfect for.

 

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One Line a Day diary. I started one of these once, but did not succeed in continuing. The idea still appeals.

 

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Juicy Grape asymmetrical earrings. I MEAN!!

 

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Spaghetti Monster colander. The questions and answers on the item listing!

 

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Submersible multicolored remote-controlled LED lights. Whenever my first thought is “But why tho” and my second thought is “WHO CARES I WANT THEM,” I add the item to this post.

Bee Costumette Report

This is the third post in a row about my Halloween costume, which is weird because I do not usually do any posts at all about my Halloween costumes, because I do not usually wear a Halloween costume, because I do not usually want to. This job has already changed me.

First of all, I would like to say that wearing a costume to work was 100% the right decision for this particular workplace. I’ve been at this job just over two months and mostly I am flitting briskly back and forth across the library, so I am not getting to know my co-workers very quickly; it felt to me that when I wore the costume, everyone warmed to me another degree. They were all wearing costumes, and I had shown up in a costume, and this bonded us a little. I think I got Participant Points. Also, I was cute: one of my sterner co-workers looked at me with shining eyes and said “Awwww, a little BEE!!”

Secondly, a BEE costume in particular was absolutely the right choice for a Public/Community Setting. I got LOTS of pleased glances from patrons: a bee is easy to recognize and widely considered to be cute and appealing. Little children attending a cute library Halloween event knew what I was supposed to be and were not scared of me. Also, because my job involves the aforementioned flitting back and forth across the library, the bee felt appropriate for my activity type. AND it was comfortable enough, although the wings kept shifting and bapping into my head when I had to lean over.

Those of you who follow me on Twitter may have seen that there was A TERRIBLE CATASTROPHE involving my bee antenna: the delivery person put them in our mailbox, which they were not allowed to do because the delivery person was not USPS; the USPS driver then apparently picked up the package, either mistaking it for outgoing mail or else deliberately removing a package that should not have been there. Well, or maybe the package was coincidentally stolen, who knows, doesn’t matter, it was gone. Amazon gave me a refund, but it was too late to get replacements. LUCKILY, I have the headband I keep to prevent me from buying further headbands, and I had pipe-cleaners, so the day was saved, though I was still disappointed: we had no black pipe-cleaners, so I had to use yellow, and they were a very different yellow from my shirt and shoes. BUT IT WAS FINE.

Also: the wings I wore were from a literal toddler costume, and they fit fine—in case you are thinking of putting together a bee costume of your own. They were the kind with two elastic loops to go around your shoulders. If anything, the small size of the wings created an even more whimsical effect.

For next year, if I am still at the library, I plan to acquire black leggings and a yellow-and-black tutu and better antennae.

Costumette Decision: BEE

Thanks to Auntie G reminding me on the Costumette post that it is BEE SEASON, I now have a very simple (and satisfyingly political-but-not-political) mini-costume:

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Bee pom boppers headband.

 

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Yellow-and-black striped shirt. I was not planning to spend so much on this costume (the shirt alone was $18), but was swayed by the way the shirt description specifically mentioned that the stripes line up at the seams; also, I wondered if this shirt might work as a Voting shirt and an Expressing Anger After Something Else Happens shirt, and I’m willing to pay more for a versatile item.

You may well wonder why I would buy three pairs of pom boppers when I have only the one head, and it is because the single pair of pom boppers wouldn’t ship/arrive in time. I may save the remaining pairs of pom boppers for future years (the reviews indicate a certain level of cheapness), or I may include them in a couple of fundraiser care packages. You are correct if you think I am taking nearly every opportunity to say “pom boppers.”

I also have a small pair of white wings from our family costume box that I will wear if they look right. They’re the kind with elastic loops around each shoulder and I’m worried they’ll pull the shirt too snugly across the front and feel Indecent.

Mtbakergirl made the valid point that TUTUS should always be part of any costumette discussion, so I considered this one in yellow, black, or yellow/black:

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But in the end decided to go simple this year and maybe fluff it up next year. I am getting more genuinely Into this costume thing now, and am picturing also acquiring a pair of yellow Converse sneakers and some black leggings.

Costumette

I am working at the library on Halloween, and I would like to wear a small amount of costume. I don’t want to be fully dressed in a costume, and I probably don’t want anything wig/hat-like, because I walk around very briskly for several hours and I get hot even in short sleeves; but I would like some little marker of the holiday to show, however incorrectly, that I am Game. I have pumpkin earrings I can wear, but I want more than that. I want a costumette.

I first considered something that immediately breaks my exact stated preference to avoid a wig/hat, but that is because I HAVE this wig (in pink and in blue) and it is SURPRISINGLY CUTE FOR THE PRICE and it looks pretty cute on me and I have so few occasions to wear it:

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With a festive pumpkin headband, perhaps.

 

Or a book-themed Halloween t-shirt? But that is not really a costume; that’s more like the pumpkin earrings.

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I always wear glasses and I usually wear my hair up; adding an RBG dissent collar is all it would take for an RBG costumette. But we are not supposed to do anything religious or political at work.

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I like the idea of an entire costume in a headband:

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This is like, “Yes, I am costumed, I am a deer”—but with three seconds of effort.

 

Oh, wow, what is THIS?

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I don’t think that’s really a costume, though, or even a costumette.

I think a butterfly costumette would be perfect: wings on my back, plus antennae headband. But I’m having trouble finding wings that just go on my back, rather than the kind that also attach to my hands for graceful butterfly flapping. I see the only-on-the-back kind for little kids, but I’m not sure how that would look on an adult, or if it would fit at all.

I have a simple cheap cape I bought on clearance last year just in case anyone needed one for a costume this year. I could just wear the cape.

Music Video To Dispel Lingering Adrenaline

I love this video so much:

Come On To Me, by Paul McCartney.

So much. So extremely much. I had like three and a half stressful things happen yesterday, none of which are long-term important or long-term consequential but I had that queasy/burny adrenaline feeling anyway, so I watched that video a couple of times and felt much better.

I wasn’t going to talk about the boring stressful inconsequential things, but it turns out I am. One was that the school nurse has twice in the last two months asked me for Henry’s vaccination record, and the first time she asked for it I mailed it to her, and the second time I had the medical records office fax it (and I stayed on the phone with them until they got a confirmation that it went through), and she’s claiming that not only did she receive neither, but she has NOTHING FOR HIM SINCE 2012. I just have one question, and that is “??????????????????????” In fact, I don’t even want to discuss it, it’s too infuriating on too many levels, and needless to say this is not the first issue I’ve had with this nurse and the kids’ paperwork. From now on I will email all documents so that I can email them again and again and again as necessary, and so that I can start cc’ing administration.

Another of the things was that I took Edward to the dentist, and as we were checking in, the receptionist said the visit wouldn’t be covered because he’d already been twice this year. I blinked at her, and she reminded me that we’d been coming more often because of his braces, and I said “Oh, yeah!” and sat down. Then, after I sat down, I remembered he got his braces off a year ago and it’s Elizabeth who comes more often because of braces. I went back up to the counter, and she said that after getting his braces off last fall, he came for cleanings in January and April. I checked my calendar at home, and those facts check out. But then…why did I do that? Did I lose my mind? Did they just say “Okay let’s schedule the next appointment” and I let them do it for three months instead of six? What HAPPENED? That was a very expensive mistake, and not a pleasant thing to be surprised by.

The third thing was that Henry’s allergist does shots on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I failed to notice that this week we have something scheduled both days and I can’t take him, and Henry brought this to my attention right after I’d read the email from the nurse saying she had no records for him since 2012 (when he STARTED KINDERGARTEN) and that I was required by state law to call her and tell her when Henry’s vaccination appointment was, for a vaccination he has already had, for which I have already sent in the proof, not only twice this year but also last year when it was required for him to enter sixth grade, so if she really didn’t receive it why is she only tracking it down NOW??? But we won’t discuss it further, we will just simmer with choking, impotent rage. (Also I sent her an email saying it was not possible that all the forms sent by me and by the pediatrician since 2012 had coincidentally not arrived, and that if they HAD failed to arrive, we needed to find out why I was only finding out about it now, and I cc’d administration.)

The half-of-a-thing was that I forgot to allow for construction on the way to Edward’s appointment, construction I KNEW about and KNEW to plan for, and so I didn’t allow extra time. We still got there three minutes early so it was fine. But the adrenaline lingered, and the incident supported the “Am I LOSING MY MIND?” feeling of taking Edward to the dentist too often.

*pant pant* Let’s watch the video again.

Papergang Subscription Box

The first paragraph of this post was originally a description of a dream I had last night. Then the second paragraph was an earnest apology for telling you about my dream. So then I thought it would be more efficient to delete both paragraphs and start over.

I have received my first Papergang subscription box. I was already very close to signing up when @RubyTheBee mentioned it on Twitter, and then Kirsty mentioned it again on the Mrs. Grossman’s Sticker Club post, and I signed up for three months.

I got my first box yesterday, and I am going to tell you about it, but first you need to know that they gave me a referral link, and if you sign up for a subscription using that link (or more precisely only if TWO of you do it), then I get a free box added to my own subscription, which means you should consider me a FULLY COMPROMISED AGENT. (Let’s dilute that by saying this: if you have a Papergang referral code of your own, please leave it in the comments so that people have a choice. I was going to add RubyTheBee’s code here, since that’s what I used when I signed up, but Twitter mangles it when I click on it, so that it turns into a Twitter link and does not look at all like the Papergang code I have. Ruby, you should put your code again in the comments. Kirsty, you too.)

The subscription comes from ENGLAND, so if you are in the United States, as I am, you can feel the thrill of seeing a customs declaration on the box. Also, everything from England is automatically more charming. Here’s what the other side of the box looked like:

 

And here is what was in the box, shown against a backdrop of the tissue paper it was all wrapped up in:

There was (left to right and top to bottom):

1. a little pamphlet I haven’t read yet, because I opened it twice to read it and both times it looked kind of dull

2. a pack of six scratch-and-reveal postcards, which I want to use this month for the people who signed up for a postcard subscription in the fundraiser, but on the other hand I also want to scratch/reveal each one for myself, because what if I send them off to other people and the part underneath is, like, a rude thing to say??

3. a folded-up poster I can color and then enter to win a contest, plus four markers to color it with

4. a single-page calendar card, I don’t know why

5. a Happiness Planner

 

I thought you might want to know more about the Happiness Planner. I personally was bracing myself for SEVERE disappointment. Like, I was expecting the Nicholas Sparks of planners. But instead I had an “Oh! That’s not so bad! Actually that’s kind of fun! Actually I kind of like this!” reaction.