Saturday, 7 September 2019

A Sick Kid, 80's Videos, and Logic Problems

Let me start by saying that I have horrible penmanship.  Also, if I write for too long, I develop a semi-painful, uncomfortable cramping in my right hand.  In November, I'm due to see a specialist who is testing the muscles in both of my hands for strength.  When I went to my family doctor about it over the summer break, he asked me these questions: do you feel any pain? No.  Do you feel any numbness or tingling? Not really.  If I sleep on them weird, then yes.  Immediately he ruled out carpel tunnel, but are you sure? It's not crazy to think that I would ever have it because it does runs in my family.  And why do I have to wait until November?

I am a mom living with my little family of three in the suburbs.  My husband is a commuter, but I'm happy to say that I'm not anymore.  I can get to work in about fifteen minutes, but if I stop for a Timmies, and let's be honest I do every time, I need a few extra minutes depending on the drive thru traffic that morning.  My little one, who isn't so little anymore, is attending grade one in a Catholic school.  In just her third day in, she came home with the inaugural cold.  It came a whole week earlier than last year.  I had run out of all the relief medicine in the house that I had for her.  The pharmacy wouldn't open until 9 am the next morning, after I would take her to school.  But if I had known just how terrible she was feeling (the real onset came in over night), I would have rushed out that evening.  The Food Basics around here can give me the creeps, but their pharmacy is cheap.  

Last night, she went to bed early.  A seven o'clock bedtime is early in this household, although hubby and I wish she would do it more often.  We didn't know what to do with ourselves.  But I decided that since my body was still feeling a little sore from the weights that I lifted the night before (er 10 pounders, but it had been some months since I picked them up), I was going to take it easy and have a lazy couch potato type of evening.  Well needed, well deserved sometimes, I think.  Do I want read a book? Watch TV? I wasn't feeling any of those options yet, so I picked up my giant book of puzzles and opened it to the first logic problem that I saw.  Don't mock my nerdness.  If I concentrate really hard, I can, cross my fingers, successfully complete a logic problem from start to finish in about half an hour.  With TV in the background, maybe forty-five minutes.  But this particular logic problem here - what the - you just have to see it for yourself: "The diner who ordered the trout ate the food ordered by the person who had the chicken.  The person who ordered the spaghetti with meat sauce, who was not Lou, ended up with the trout." I have never in my life (I think) reread a line (or two) in my head, then eventually out loud, as many times as I did and I still couldn't get it! Trust me if you're already this stumped on the very first clue of a logic problem, it ain't looking good for the rest of it.  Let's just say it got put aside, for now...

I had been listening to the same old songs on my Spotify on the drive to and from work.  I have a playlist for 90's hits, alternative rock, and new wave.  LOVE new wave.  New wave is one of those genres that the songs just never get tired.  There's nothing about them that can ever be offensive, or rude, or someone can say, what is this s***? I mean, unless you're really just like what is the s***, and then I would respond, what is wrong with you? I like a song best if I can sing the lyrics, but my singing voice isn't something that I brag about.  So, logic problem now out of my mind, I sat there and downloaded a few new songs...Oasis, Collective Soul, Our Lady of Peace.  Wait, these aren't 80's new wave bands! No, but in my mind I remembered that time last week when we came across a channel on TV that showed Retro videos.  My hubby decided to record the segment on the PVR after I commented that we should show this to Lexis (I've left my daughter's real name out for privacy protection and will be referring to her as this from here on out).  This will give her a real look at what our lives were like.  I mean, it's all in the videos, right? I asked him to check if there was one for 90's hits, and low and behold we had just caught the last few seconds of Offspring's Pretty Fly for White Guy.  LOVE IT.  What a trip down memory lane.  Did I add that one to my Spotify right after? Yeah.  Then he remembered he PVR'd the 80's video segment and we spent the next two hours with me pulling up the lyrics on my iPhone of the songs I didn't know so well and horribly singing them in a lower voice not to wake up the sleeping sickly child who was in her bed above us.

Last night rocked. 

3 comments:

  1. I love listening to old songs - 80s and 90s playlists are awesome :)

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    1. I'm glad to hear that Sonia. Thanks for leaving a comment!

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  2. It is nice listening to old songs isn't it? #SilentSunday

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