Dreams, Dishwashers
Dec. 18th, 2003 09:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsLast night, I dreamed that Omaha and I went shopping for dress shirts only to discover that this year's style was petroleum-based shirts, and we're not talking polyester. The shirts were thin things made of an "indestructible" but rubbery-feeling material, colored in bright, elemental red and yellow and covered in patterns of raised, textured stuff that was highlighted with white paint. It looked as if someone had tried to make children's bath mats and haz-mat material into couture.
This morning, when I awoke, I went through my entire morning routine. Normally, I miss something-- don't wash my hair, or don't shave, or forget to put conditioner in my hair. Something like that. Nothing unhygenic, just a little sloven. Today, I got everything. I even freakin' remembered to moisturize, and I used the new stuff, with an SPF15 value. Yeah, like I need that in Seattle. (Actually, it seems that I will need that in Seattle today... it's sunny today. WTF?)
Okay, I think last night's Queer Eye got to me more than I care to admit.
The dishwasher works again. It was down for 36 hours while the repair people replaced the motor. For once, it died before the warranty ran out, and by only a few weeks, but it was enough. Omaha likes to run the dishwasher at three in the morning: power rates are cheaper and the dishes are ready by breakfast, and there are nice features on the dishwasher to let that happen. But our once whisper-quiet dishwasher had become a banshee screaming at 60dB, and I could not sleep at all while it was going.
Kouryou-chan seems to be recovering her hunger. For a while, her belly bothered her every time she ate. We tried to figure out what it was, limiting her milk intake, her sugar intake, her fat intake, even wheat-- nothing seemed to make a difference. Whatever it was, it seems to have faded-- she ate all of her dinner last night and then demanded dessert, and she was claiming to be still hungry even as her bedtime approached! She has some catching up to do, I guess.
Omaha, in contrast, seems a little grumpier and greyer than usual. She's quite sure she's coming down with a cold, though; I hope she gets over it soon. We've been so busy with everything that all I want this weekend was a little downtime with my wife and family, and I'd love to be able to care for her and pamper her... if only she'd let me, dammit.
This morning, when I awoke, I went through my entire morning routine. Normally, I miss something-- don't wash my hair, or don't shave, or forget to put conditioner in my hair. Something like that. Nothing unhygenic, just a little sloven. Today, I got everything. I even freakin' remembered to moisturize, and I used the new stuff, with an SPF15 value. Yeah, like I need that in Seattle. (Actually, it seems that I will need that in Seattle today... it's sunny today. WTF?)
Okay, I think last night's Queer Eye got to me more than I care to admit.
The dishwasher works again. It was down for 36 hours while the repair people replaced the motor. For once, it died before the warranty ran out, and by only a few weeks, but it was enough. Omaha likes to run the dishwasher at three in the morning: power rates are cheaper and the dishes are ready by breakfast, and there are nice features on the dishwasher to let that happen. But our once whisper-quiet dishwasher had become a banshee screaming at 60dB, and I could not sleep at all while it was going.
Kouryou-chan seems to be recovering her hunger. For a while, her belly bothered her every time she ate. We tried to figure out what it was, limiting her milk intake, her sugar intake, her fat intake, even wheat-- nothing seemed to make a difference. Whatever it was, it seems to have faded-- she ate all of her dinner last night and then demanded dessert, and she was claiming to be still hungry even as her bedtime approached! She has some catching up to do, I guess.
Omaha, in contrast, seems a little grumpier and greyer than usual. She's quite sure she's coming down with a cold, though; I hope she gets over it soon. We've been so busy with everything that all I want this weekend was a little downtime with my wife and family, and I'd love to be able to care for her and pamper her... if only she'd let me, dammit.
