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Apr. 14th, 2014 09:13 pmToday has been a pretty good, pretty chill day.
I had a dermatologist appt this morning, to look at a mole that suddenly became red, swollen and sore last week. It's gotten mostly better since I made the appt, and she suspects mosquito bite or zit, which is a somewhat exasperating relief (since my normal doc looked at it while I was getting my shot last week and said 90% chance it was infected, 10% skin cancer). I mean honestly. Dermatologist is really nice, though, and we did a whole "skin study" since I'm over 30 and have moles and freckles everywhere - basically that means I stripped, she looked at all my spots, said everything is fine and that I should come back in a couple of years. She has a licensed brand of products that I'm thinking of buying, like a glycolic acid cleanser that will supposedly stop my pimples from happening and a sunblock I wouldn't rather die that use regularly since it feels like almost nothing and smells nice. She could also zap all the little red dots off my arm in a $140 visit (out of pocket, since they aren't hurting anything). Stuff to think about, I guess.
I got exciting emails that Aaron passed his audition this past weekend and has been admitted to the arts charter school for dance, and Ananda passed and can choose from Visual Art or Instrumental (cello). She definitely wants Visual Art, and I don't have a community resource for her for that, like I do for cello, so Visual Art it is, and I guess we're about to have an adventure.
I also got an email that one of the camps some of them go to in the summer is going to be EVEN FURTHER away from our house than it usually is, BUT...there may be transportation! Like, a school bus picking them up right from our door! I almost can't imagine. This will completely transform MY summer :) Here's hoping.
We spent a lot of the afternoon and evening at my sister's apartment, Ananda talking with me and Laura, Aaron doing his schoolwork and the 3 younger kids playing with their cousins. It was nice time, albeit kinda hectic. Eight kids can start to feel like a lot in an apartment.
Grant was home when we got back, and in a complete roll reversal came out to meet us in the yard.
There is some peripheral tragedy that I keep coming back around to thoughtfully - one of my good friends regularly takes their kids to activities and classes at a community center that was shot up, with fatalities, over the weekend. And, my mother in law's best friend - whose husband just died of lung cancer a month ago - just had her brother kill himself on her porch. My mother in law spent the week down here trying to help her, right at the end with her husband in March. She's probably coming back down again, now.
I suppose it's a strange thought, but I always feel like it's such grossly inconsiderate assholery to kill yourself in ways that directly infringe on and traumatize other people. They have to deal with losing you, they shouldn't also have to discover and possibly clean up the area. This was also about money stress, which makes me want to go off on a tirade about our capitalist society, but I'll save it.
Mostly, it really is a happy day, and the peripheral things really are second and third degree periphery. In my little microcosm it's good news and good company, and I get to go rinse this mask off my face and watch shows with Grant, now.
I had a dermatologist appt this morning, to look at a mole that suddenly became red, swollen and sore last week. It's gotten mostly better since I made the appt, and she suspects mosquito bite or zit, which is a somewhat exasperating relief (since my normal doc looked at it while I was getting my shot last week and said 90% chance it was infected, 10% skin cancer). I mean honestly. Dermatologist is really nice, though, and we did a whole "skin study" since I'm over 30 and have moles and freckles everywhere - basically that means I stripped, she looked at all my spots, said everything is fine and that I should come back in a couple of years. She has a licensed brand of products that I'm thinking of buying, like a glycolic acid cleanser that will supposedly stop my pimples from happening and a sunblock I wouldn't rather die that use regularly since it feels like almost nothing and smells nice. She could also zap all the little red dots off my arm in a $140 visit (out of pocket, since they aren't hurting anything). Stuff to think about, I guess.
I got exciting emails that Aaron passed his audition this past weekend and has been admitted to the arts charter school for dance, and Ananda passed and can choose from Visual Art or Instrumental (cello). She definitely wants Visual Art, and I don't have a community resource for her for that, like I do for cello, so Visual Art it is, and I guess we're about to have an adventure.
I also got an email that one of the camps some of them go to in the summer is going to be EVEN FURTHER away from our house than it usually is, BUT...there may be transportation! Like, a school bus picking them up right from our door! I almost can't imagine. This will completely transform MY summer :) Here's hoping.
We spent a lot of the afternoon and evening at my sister's apartment, Ananda talking with me and Laura, Aaron doing his schoolwork and the 3 younger kids playing with their cousins. It was nice time, albeit kinda hectic. Eight kids can start to feel like a lot in an apartment.
Grant was home when we got back, and in a complete roll reversal came out to meet us in the yard.
There is some peripheral tragedy that I keep coming back around to thoughtfully - one of my good friends regularly takes their kids to activities and classes at a community center that was shot up, with fatalities, over the weekend. And, my mother in law's best friend - whose husband just died of lung cancer a month ago - just had her brother kill himself on her porch. My mother in law spent the week down here trying to help her, right at the end with her husband in March. She's probably coming back down again, now.
I suppose it's a strange thought, but I always feel like it's such grossly inconsiderate assholery to kill yourself in ways that directly infringe on and traumatize other people. They have to deal with losing you, they shouldn't also have to discover and possibly clean up the area. This was also about money stress, which makes me want to go off on a tirade about our capitalist society, but I'll save it.
Mostly, it really is a happy day, and the peripheral things really are second and third degree periphery. In my little microcosm it's good news and good company, and I get to go rinse this mask off my face and watch shows with Grant, now.
