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The Breakdown
Feb. 9th, 2011 01:04 amThursday:
Went to my new dentist. The usual: great teeth, oh god your gums are trying to kill you and you are right to see a periodontist as you do. I picked this dentist somewhat at random, because she takes my insurance, is nearby, and is a she, because although I have had great relationships with a long chain of male dentists it has always bothered me somewhat that in a field dominated by racially diverse females at the lower level (hygenists), it's all white guys on top. There's something wrong there.
Anyway, it turns out that it is also an office that sees almost all women, and the hygenist asked me privately before Ciro's appointment whether he treated me correctly and whether she perhaps needed to threaten him with great pain, because she is totally open to that. Which I found a bit offputting, but Ciro assures me that it is a cultural thing because the hygenist is Egyptian and has probably had to put up with a crazy amount of crap.
Apparently they had a laugh about it and also Ciro, who had not previously had a dental cleaning for eight years, has a million cavities and needs root canals and all kinds of things. Which was assumed going in. It sucks that snow delayed us into the new year, because that makes my insurance less helpful, but c'est la vie.
Friday:
REL was supposed to be gone as of days ago but is still here because of canceled flights due to snow. She is sulky because where she was supposed to be was doing sound stuff at the super bowl. We all avoid her. Nobody builds a snow fort with me. Scarlett's groceries are delivered mostly broken, so the jam is referred to as "glass jam," which sounds lovely but means "watch out for broken glass in this jam." There is a turnip larger than a coconut.
My film thing is cancelled, also because of snow, so I am able to go to the cabaret, which is so-so but with good costumes. We and our middle-aged tablemates conspire to get very drunk and raucus, which is appreciated by the cast. Our favorite part of the show is (1) the sound check and (2) the video feed of the conductor, which is shot from a very low and creepy angle and can't be seen by most of the audience but can be seen by us. If these two things were combined, they would be huge on youtube. Alas, no one will record the feed for us on Saturday.
Saturday:
A multi-hour search for chestnut flour takes us all over Northern Massachusetts, without success. Mom's birthday cake for tomorrow will have to be delayed.
Made it to Another Year, finally. Ciro's first Mike Leigh film (except Vera Drake), and he very much enjoyed it. Possibly the only film I've seen deal with the experience of having friends who get stuck at a level of development where you can't really help them or abandon them.
Feel somewhat better about Hayseeds. Paid for parking with a roll of dimes.
Sunday:
Mom's birthday, which we all kept clear for her, but then instead she went to a million cast parties. Eventually she came home and we played Rock Band, which is not as good as Beatles Rock Band. I made cassoulet. Did a tarot reading and pulled almost all major arcana, which is something I have a statistically significant lifelong aptitude for, which is probably the main reason I continue to be amused by Tarot (aside from liking shuffling and small artwork).
Monday:
Lots of work. Sleeping badly. Very cold. Dessert was pie, which I ate with a very small fork with bears on it. Unsuccessfully browsed classifieds.
Tuesday:
Lots of work. Sleeping badly. Very cold. Ciro finally managed to get chestnut flour and make the cake. Meant to submit some stories, but did not have time even though it would not take much time. Found a writing group I can't attend but Ciro can. Whole department let go at work (not mine, but depressing). Tiiiiiiiiired. Unsuccessfully browsed classifieds.
Researched costs of various things I would like; trying to work out plan for how to spend money over the next three months, which is complicated by uncertainties like tax return, cost of dentistry, and cost of postproduction, but much more complicated by my bottomless desire to pay down student loans, which makes it hard for me to figure out how to balance present and future non-emergency spending that is nevertheless important, like Ciro visiting his mom in Italy, and my desire to buy a number of musical instruments that would hypothetically make my life better.
Given that I normally do $100 of overtime a week, it is possible I should be charting this separately from the rest of my income and marking it as discretionary spending not allowed to go to student loans, but I am not sure this is appealing. Everything also complicated by uncertain possibility that I will get raise soon. (Am halfway through a certification process that I may or may not pass.)
Went to my new dentist. The usual: great teeth, oh god your gums are trying to kill you and you are right to see a periodontist as you do. I picked this dentist somewhat at random, because she takes my insurance, is nearby, and is a she, because although I have had great relationships with a long chain of male dentists it has always bothered me somewhat that in a field dominated by racially diverse females at the lower level (hygenists), it's all white guys on top. There's something wrong there.
Anyway, it turns out that it is also an office that sees almost all women, and the hygenist asked me privately before Ciro's appointment whether he treated me correctly and whether she perhaps needed to threaten him with great pain, because she is totally open to that. Which I found a bit offputting, but Ciro assures me that it is a cultural thing because the hygenist is Egyptian and has probably had to put up with a crazy amount of crap.
Apparently they had a laugh about it and also Ciro, who had not previously had a dental cleaning for eight years, has a million cavities and needs root canals and all kinds of things. Which was assumed going in. It sucks that snow delayed us into the new year, because that makes my insurance less helpful, but c'est la vie.
Friday:
REL was supposed to be gone as of days ago but is still here because of canceled flights due to snow. She is sulky because where she was supposed to be was doing sound stuff at the super bowl. We all avoid her. Nobody builds a snow fort with me. Scarlett's groceries are delivered mostly broken, so the jam is referred to as "glass jam," which sounds lovely but means "watch out for broken glass in this jam." There is a turnip larger than a coconut.
My film thing is cancelled, also because of snow, so I am able to go to the cabaret, which is so-so but with good costumes. We and our middle-aged tablemates conspire to get very drunk and raucus, which is appreciated by the cast. Our favorite part of the show is (1) the sound check and (2) the video feed of the conductor, which is shot from a very low and creepy angle and can't be seen by most of the audience but can be seen by us. If these two things were combined, they would be huge on youtube. Alas, no one will record the feed for us on Saturday.
Saturday:
A multi-hour search for chestnut flour takes us all over Northern Massachusetts, without success. Mom's birthday cake for tomorrow will have to be delayed.
Made it to Another Year, finally. Ciro's first Mike Leigh film (except Vera Drake), and he very much enjoyed it. Possibly the only film I've seen deal with the experience of having friends who get stuck at a level of development where you can't really help them or abandon them.
Feel somewhat better about Hayseeds. Paid for parking with a roll of dimes.
Sunday:
Mom's birthday, which we all kept clear for her, but then instead she went to a million cast parties. Eventually she came home and we played Rock Band, which is not as good as Beatles Rock Band. I made cassoulet. Did a tarot reading and pulled almost all major arcana, which is something I have a statistically significant lifelong aptitude for, which is probably the main reason I continue to be amused by Tarot (aside from liking shuffling and small artwork).
Monday:
Lots of work. Sleeping badly. Very cold. Dessert was pie, which I ate with a very small fork with bears on it. Unsuccessfully browsed classifieds.
Tuesday:
Lots of work. Sleeping badly. Very cold. Ciro finally managed to get chestnut flour and make the cake. Meant to submit some stories, but did not have time even though it would not take much time. Found a writing group I can't attend but Ciro can. Whole department let go at work (not mine, but depressing). Tiiiiiiiiired. Unsuccessfully browsed classifieds.
Researched costs of various things I would like; trying to work out plan for how to spend money over the next three months, which is complicated by uncertainties like tax return, cost of dentistry, and cost of postproduction, but much more complicated by my bottomless desire to pay down student loans, which makes it hard for me to figure out how to balance present and future non-emergency spending that is nevertheless important, like Ciro visiting his mom in Italy, and my desire to buy a number of musical instruments that would hypothetically make my life better.
Given that I normally do $100 of overtime a week, it is possible I should be charting this separately from the rest of my income and marking it as discretionary spending not allowed to go to student loans, but I am not sure this is appealing. Everything also complicated by uncertain possibility that I will get raise soon. (Am halfway through a certification process that I may or may not pass.)
