Sunday: A Seziure, Groceries, Movies
Sep. 15th, 2003 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSo, yesterday I wake up around 10:00 and the kids immediately asked for pancakes. I'm not sure what I did different but they came out fluffier than usual, because usually I get twelve pancakes out of the recipe and this time I only got ten, but with lots of blueberries and plenty of butter and syrup we were all very happy.
The kids were immediately booted outside, where they roamed on the monkey bars, swung on the swings, and rambled about in the kids' fort out back. There were the usual skinned knees and an argument about who got to use the monkey bars when, but on the whole they were good about it.
Omaha was talking on the phone to the host of the radio show she produces (on a total shoestring budget, which is getting stringier by the moment, but that's her story to tell) and I was reading a book when I heard something that made me look up: the square breathing. Ever since she's been on Gabitril, she's been able to tell when she's about to have a seziure, and more recently she's been able to quash the seziure down with a supreme effort of will. Sometimes she's only partially successful.
I get up and take the phone out of her hand. She's got it in a bit of a death grip. The host is still gabbling in her ear. "Sean?" I say. "This is Elf. I'm afraid Omaha's having a seziure. I'll have her call you when she comes back. Bye." I put the phone down and wait. A few minutes later, Omaha blinks at me. If it's a seizure, it's a very mild one. "You there sweetheart?" She nods. "Why don't you go lie down."
"Yeah," she says. "I think I'll do that." She's frustrated by the fact that the rest of the day, her seziure haunts her, makes it impossible for her to remember even the simple things, like the name of her own radio show, for one. The kids and I make our beds-- interrupted at one point by Omaha coming back in and lying down on the bare mattress to catch another nap.
The day passed otherwise uneventfully. I did some random housekeeping until it was time to take Yamaarashi-chan back to her mother's home. At first, she didn't want to go, but then it occurred to her that her new favorite video game was waiting for her there and she was instantly ready to go.
I drop her off without incident, then head over to the grocery store for the weekly run, then home. We sit about while I heat up the oven and make pizza, which was a good choice after all since both the mozzarella and the parmesean needed trimming and using. We sat downstairs and watched the MST3K of a Gumby short and then "The Screaming Skull," ("Flat, drab passion meanders across the screen!"), which was so silly it even made Kouryou-chan giggle.
The kids were immediately booted outside, where they roamed on the monkey bars, swung on the swings, and rambled about in the kids' fort out back. There were the usual skinned knees and an argument about who got to use the monkey bars when, but on the whole they were good about it.
Omaha was talking on the phone to the host of the radio show she produces (on a total shoestring budget, which is getting stringier by the moment, but that's her story to tell) and I was reading a book when I heard something that made me look up: the square breathing. Ever since she's been on Gabitril, she's been able to tell when she's about to have a seziure, and more recently she's been able to quash the seziure down with a supreme effort of will. Sometimes she's only partially successful.
I get up and take the phone out of her hand. She's got it in a bit of a death grip. The host is still gabbling in her ear. "Sean?" I say. "This is Elf. I'm afraid Omaha's having a seziure. I'll have her call you when she comes back. Bye." I put the phone down and wait. A few minutes later, Omaha blinks at me. If it's a seizure, it's a very mild one. "You there sweetheart?" She nods. "Why don't you go lie down."
"Yeah," she says. "I think I'll do that." She's frustrated by the fact that the rest of the day, her seziure haunts her, makes it impossible for her to remember even the simple things, like the name of her own radio show, for one. The kids and I make our beds-- interrupted at one point by Omaha coming back in and lying down on the bare mattress to catch another nap.
The day passed otherwise uneventfully. I did some random housekeeping until it was time to take Yamaarashi-chan back to her mother's home. At first, she didn't want to go, but then it occurred to her that her new favorite video game was waiting for her there and she was instantly ready to go.
I drop her off without incident, then head over to the grocery store for the weekly run, then home. We sit about while I heat up the oven and make pizza, which was a good choice after all since both the mozzarella and the parmesean needed trimming and using. We sat downstairs and watched the MST3K of a Gumby short and then "The Screaming Skull," ("Flat, drab passion meanders across the screen!"), which was so silly it even made Kouryou-chan giggle.
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Date: 2003-09-15 10:08 pm (UTC)You don't want it to sit *too* long, because the chemical leavenings only last but so long. When you start getting bubbles in your batter, it's definitely time to start cooking.
Crepes, OTOH, don't have any real leavening unless you use a carbonated beverage for the liquid (beer being the most notable), so you have to keep whisking the batter to keep the flour from all settling at the bottom. Otherwise you get some very thin omelets with a little bit of flour in them until you work your way down to where all the flour is sitting. Learned that one the hard way. :-)
I should have been a food science major, except for the math part. :-)