Bibliomama

 Eve came home! We had Thanksgiving dinner! Then Davis came home, and Jackson came over, and then I took Eve and Davis and Jackson to the pumpkin patch for the annual Pumpkin Patch Photo Shoot and Pumpkin Selection for Painting (missing Marianna and Alison, but we do what we can). Then we had a second Thanksgiving dinner at Davis's! This stream of days has bestowed gift after gift. Friday while Eve was en route home on the train I went to a massage therapy appointment with a woman recommended highly by Collette (HI COLLETTE). I have left side neck pain that's been an issue for over a year now, and veers between bad and agonizing. Sometimes I kind of forget about it and then realize that I am extra cranky or feeling depressed, and then I realize I'm just in pain. I've done physio, I've done yoga, I've tried various painkillers, I stretch every night, and nothing makes a dent. I have started trying to settle into just living with it, but Ruth is adamant that we wi

I was in a group chat with friends the other day when we all started inadvertently reminding each other of the appointments we were overdue for - teeth cleaning, boob-smushing, eye doctor, bloodwork, etc. It's some kind of bullshit that these have gone to appointments my mom would take me to to appointments I take my mom too. I was about to call the medical imaging place that was supposed to get back to me about a repeat breast ultrasound (it should be fine, it's closing the loop on the biopsy I had that was clear), and then I realized I could email. This was awesome because I didn't have to talk to someone. Since I didn't have to make the phone call (one or two a day is my absolute limit), I called for a dentist appointment. Is it just me, or is there absolutely no good time for a dentist appointment? I blithely make them six months ahead and then as they draw nearer I start to feel a formless dread. Summer is bad because we're doing fun summer stuff. Winter is bad

 Today I didn't feel like doing a whole room or cupboard or even drawer, so I decided to just do a bag. I have a (bad?) habit of cleaning up a place and throwing everything I don't immediately know what to do with in a bag to deal with later, then.... not dealing with it until much, much, much, much, MUCH later. Swistle commented on one of these posts that she was feeling inspired by the decluttering, which is funny because HER post about just getting rid of one or two things a day is what inspired me in the first place. The last bag I emptied was odd and random, but at least had stuff that sort of made sense. The number of old receipts and empty pill bottles in this one was embarrassing (although satisfying because I could just throw them out). When I cleaned out my bottom bathroom drawer I found something mystifyingly called 'face primer' - to be applied to clean and moisturized skin before applying makeup. So, this stuff neither cleans nor moisturizes and is NOT mak

 I mistakenly typed double-ws instead of double-rs, which would have been The Knight of the Sowwowful Face, which reminded me of that "mawwiage" scene from The Princess Bride, so now I'm giggling to myself like a psycho.  I have historically not responded to comments on this blog in the comments, because I can't figure out if anyone would actually know that I replied. This is vexing, because I often do want to respond to comments, and I sometimes do in the next post, but this feels sort of awkward. Engie and Sarah respond to comments in the comments, and they are both on Blogger as well, so let it be known that I will hereby BE responding to comments in the comments. If you ask me a question, I will do my best to answer it, but I guess you will have to come back to the comments to see the answer - if that's too big a pain in the butt, no worries at all. But for now, I will answer some recent questions in this post (mwaha-ha, keeping you on your toes).  To answer P