–The past week started strong but really took a downturn after we went to the fair with our boos, the Waltons. The next day, Sunday, I spiked a fever and was nauseated and just generally couldn’t move. This is quite worrying as catching a cold or a virus can be very serious with the immuno-suppressant drugs I am taking. I’ve been taking it as easy as possible and moving through my days with the kids at a very slow, but deliberate pace. Surprisingly, I’m finding myself actually making progress on my to-do list, however slow that may be. It was such a boost to realize this, and I’m focusing on that instead of on the usual guilt and feelings of defeat of being quasi-couch ridden. I’m taking a page from Stef who knows how to fight every day to get stuff done, and I marvel at her ability and strength even when she’s had little sleep and a hard time breathing. I would never wish a chronic illness on anyone, but having someone there for me who can relate to my challenges has meant more to me than I can ever put to words.
–Currently I am at about 50% functionality, which means I’m not completely down for the count, but I’m not able to leave the house and barely up to wearing pants. We are all done with swimming lessons (Elias’ cast kind of cut into the Mommy & Me class I’d planned), so instead I’ve been trying to plan a Daily Fun Thing for the kids. Mostly this is for Isobel, since Elias finds most everything fun, though nothing is quite so fun as doing whatever sister is doing. He is easy-peasy, which is how he earned the nickname “Mr Wonderful.” So far we’ve done things like made stuff out of Sculpey clay (playdoh for Elias), read letters and written back to a pen pal, looked at things with our microscope, spent time with friends, went swimming with Grandma, visited the Farmer’s Market with my parents, and made a ton more DIY Sparkle Clips. The stuff Elias couldn’t do or was too young for we either did an alternate activity (such as swap playdoh for clay) or waited until his nap time (microscope). It’s been a lot of fun, and I’m going to miss the relaxed creative playtime when school starts again.
–The lady on my package of Cimzia injections may not look like me in the face but she has my hair and wardrobe down pat. BRB I’m going to become and Rx model because I can open my mouth wide to DRINK THE FLAVOR OF LIFE and be like HELL YEAH I LOVE STABBING MYSELF IN THE THIGHS EVERY TWO WEEKS too.
–Elias is doing really well and is adjusting to his life with an arm-prison. He accidentally punched me in the face with it while giving me cuddles the other day and it was like being hit with a burrito made of cement. I’m just glad I didn’t need new glasses. Our friend Dave thinks it’s a shame he didn’t suffer this injury in the fall because the cast could help him be a wicked Baby Hellboy for Halloween. I already have a costume in mind for him, and it isn’t Hellboy, so he better hurry up and get out of this cast. The next most frequent question I get about Elias, after asking about his well-being (thank you, I appreciate it!) is, how on earth do you change his clothes? I have a method. He can only wear t-shirts right now–onesies, rompers, or button-down shirts won’t work. In this way, we are fortunate it happened in summer because none of his long-sleeved shirts, sweaters, coats, or jackets would fit over the cast. So t-shirts it is, and here’s where the method comes in: the sleeve that will go over the cast is put on first, then the head goes in, and lastly, the right arm. The shirt has to have some give to do this, so a cotton jersey works perfectly. I usually stretch the shirt out a bit first in case it tightened up in the wash. To take the shirt off, I have to reverse the process: good arm goes out first, then the head, and lastly, I pull the shirt gently off the cast arm. Presto! The car seat isn’t a problem, either, because we just adjust the straps to the largest setting, scoot it over the cast arm, and then tighten things back to snug once he’s buckled in.
–My friend Bethany, of the fabulous Reware Vintage, sent me a positively jaw-dropping package “to make my day a little more rad.” Which is an extreme crazypants understatement. She sent Anthony and I a bag of goodies containing tea, chocolates, one of her famous notebooks, and a set of handmade earrings. She sent the kids each their own bag of goodness to unwrap, and Isobel nearly reached critical mass trying to get to hers. Elias was napping, so Isobel graciously offered to open his present, too. Isobel’s package contained a dress, a golden bear lapel pin, a notebook (just like Mom’s from way back!), stickers, and healthy treats. Elias’ package contained healthy treats plus a cute Grover plushie, a thick flannel shirt that will fit him perfectly come fall, and (my favorite) squee-worthy miniature converse. I die! Bethany has been a constant supporter and just an all-around wonderful friend. Her shop is currently celebrating its ten year anniversary, which is not only longer than many small business keep shop, is also a damn long time in human years. She sells amazing vintage clothing and accessories and has a large section of her shop dedicated to her Rewares—accessories and notebooks and other goodies that she makes herself by transforming vintage treasures. You should absolutely check out her shop because her wares are awesome, her Rewares are amazing, and she is fantastic.
–I haven’t gotten very interesting spam comments in a long time, but today I was thrilled to open my dash board and find that some bot left the comment “HOT MONKEY?47??” and it restored my faith in spam bots after all.
My Unruly Garden, Early Summer 2015. So many plants! So much green! So little 100+ degree temps!
Follow Friday: Volunteer Poppies. Sunburst gold and orange gorgeousness plus hilarious tweets.
Snapshot 07.16.15. Shot days & tiaras, True Magic is Real and the language of Unicorns.
Snapshot 07.12.15. Two Castillo grandsons down with broken limbs in as many weeks!
My friend and twitter wife Kristin co-hosts a new podcast, Secret Stacks, about comics in and around libraries. Pass it on!
Recently Spotted 103-Year-Old Orca Is Bad News For SeaWorld. Orcas do not belong in captivity. Via Corrin.
Serena Williams and how we understand her in the context of a society that oppresses black women. I love that she is unapologetically herself.
“We don’t subordinate the natural setting to the characters…” -Miyazaki Hayao on nature. I first saw Princess Mononoke at The Metreon. The forest spirit appeared to be twelve feet tall and and it moved me almost to tears.
Me, exiting a conversation. Especially the tongue.
If you use Chrome, here’s how to keep your privacy more secure. Thanks, Schmutzie.
Thrifty Living: Spring Decor. Backyard flowers and thrifted finds.
LBK: Ten Ways To Eat Your Greens. I have to pull out all the stops with Isobel.
Know Your Garden Plants. Isobel is so adept at recognizing local flora that she’s unnerved more than one person when she started chowing down on miner’s lettuce in their backyard.