short cuts
Sep. 18th, 2006 09:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupJo has been sliding back again with the scratching. Although there haven't been major attacks, there's been constant, ambient scratching the past four or five days. She's old enough to say that it makes her sad. It just about drives us crazy. The latest unguent she's on has a warning label saying not approved for pediatric use because 30% of children under 5 have some kind of adrenal shutdown due to it. The other options are Elidel, with the cancer risk, and phototherapy, with the cancer risk. This is a goddam nightmare.
In between the scratching, we have fun. We went pre-Rosh Hashanah apple picking on Sunday off of route 6, where there are about a thousand orchards, and found a neato diner with grilled cheese for $1.65. We go to the zoo and the playgrounds and she's perfectly happy. So that helps.
Did I ever get around to posting about how we've done a million cool Rhode Island things this summer? No? Dammit. Yes, we've gone to the beach and the South County Fair and a Pawsox game and Waterfire and Mister Doughboy, which was absolutely everything that you could hope for it to be. None of this $10 per person minigolf; I want minigolf with wooden buildings that are falling apart. So we are definitely trying to get the most out of this place before the winter comes and ruins everything.
Krankor (today's nickname) is not cooperating. 6 mos. and waking up three to four times a night. Not sitting up yet, either, which is a problem. No doubt it has something to do with the fact that we schlep him everywhere, since he cries whenever he's put down.
Other things. The new class is probably not good for my pedagogical technique, since it stokes my sense of omniscience. They're a good group and ask good questions and in a seminar, you get to Socratic Method the hell out of them for two and a half hours, and they will actually listen. Until they start producing written work this week I can pretend that they understand whatever toss I'm saying.
My synagogue president and the rabbi kept begging me to be religious chair again, and I kept thinking about it despite myself. "Who will know to order the s'chach for the sukkah? Who will remember to change the mantles?" So here I am again, annoyed. The thing is, six months ago I had all kinds of fantasies about getting out -- going to the Providence Chavurah, seeing our friends at TBS. It took some time to sink in: you have two kids now. You are lucky to escape from the house with your life. So if I'm there all the time, I might as well do what I can.
I also meant to post about having to spray Agent Orange on my backyard, but I'll save that spellbinding story for another time.
In between the scratching, we have fun. We went pre-Rosh Hashanah apple picking on Sunday off of route 6, where there are about a thousand orchards, and found a neato diner with grilled cheese for $1.65. We go to the zoo and the playgrounds and she's perfectly happy. So that helps.
Did I ever get around to posting about how we've done a million cool Rhode Island things this summer? No? Dammit. Yes, we've gone to the beach and the South County Fair and a Pawsox game and Waterfire and Mister Doughboy, which was absolutely everything that you could hope for it to be. None of this $10 per person minigolf; I want minigolf with wooden buildings that are falling apart. So we are definitely trying to get the most out of this place before the winter comes and ruins everything.
Krankor (today's nickname) is not cooperating. 6 mos. and waking up three to four times a night. Not sitting up yet, either, which is a problem. No doubt it has something to do with the fact that we schlep him everywhere, since he cries whenever he's put down.
Other things. The new class is probably not good for my pedagogical technique, since it stokes my sense of omniscience. They're a good group and ask good questions and in a seminar, you get to Socratic Method the hell out of them for two and a half hours, and they will actually listen. Until they start producing written work this week I can pretend that they understand whatever toss I'm saying.
My synagogue president and the rabbi kept begging me to be religious chair again, and I kept thinking about it despite myself. "Who will know to order the s'chach for the sukkah? Who will remember to change the mantles?" So here I am again, annoyed. The thing is, six months ago I had all kinds of fantasies about getting out -- going to the Providence Chavurah, seeing our friends at TBS. It took some time to sink in: you have two kids now. You are lucky to escape from the house with your life. So if I'm there all the time, I might as well do what I can.
I also meant to post about having to spray Agent Orange on my backyard, but I'll save that spellbinding story for another time.
