Today was a lovely day. KidThree had spent last night at her sister's, so I had the apartment to myself. What fun! My energy level is bizarrely high in the morning, something that is tough on the kids, as they are all night owls. Since KidThree wasn't in her room this morning, I was able to get a lot of work done in there. Now it looks wonderful, vacuumed and everything. A good treat for her to come home to.
The big thing left to do in there is to move out KidTwo's boxes; I hope to do that tomorrow. That will entail loading up my little car, driving down to the parents' house, then unloading the boxes and stowing them under the table in the corner of my mother's office. They should be safe there until KidTwo is in a position to have her things with her.
Tomorrow KidThree will be having Thanksgiving with her auntie and the rest of their family, while I'm giving myself another day off. The trip to the parents' will be nice, as I'll be able to listen to MY music down AND back again, and there should be minimal traffic on the road. Then I'll come home and have a nap. When I go to pick up KidThree, I'll also get the best part of Thanksgiving--leftovers!
Today I had fun with the computer, decorating my living room from IKEA and LaZBoy. I enjoyed myself thoroughly, up there in my imagination. KidThree's paralysis affects what kind of furniture we can have. Right now, we have two old recliners (which are wonderfully comfortable), but she can't recline in them anymore. They are reclined by pushing back, and then closed again by pushing down with the legs. KidThree can get in the recliners and recline in them, but then she can't sit back up straight--someone else has to come push down the footrest. For the same reason, she can't use recliners that recline with that button-thing on the side that pulls out--someone else would have to close the footrest. KidThree needs a recliner with a lever handle: that way she can raise ANd lower the footrest on her own.
We need a fairly firm couch, as furniture that one sinks into is difficult for her to get out of (as it means "going uphill" to get back into her wheelchair).
I'd also like to get a chaise, as KidThree spends a fair amount of time lying down on her stomach with her feet hanging over the end of her bed. Her back hurts when she sits up all day; lying on her stomach stretches things out again. (That darned bullet fractured three of her vertebrae, which the surgeons then left to heal as they were--messing with them would likely have caused further damage to her spinal cord. So, she gets back pain sometimes.) Hanging her feet over the end of the bed is to avoid shortening her Achilles' tendons and getting bedsores. She could hang her feet over the end of a chaise.
Right now, we have a bed in the living room instead of a couch. Someday it will be my bed, but for now it is our 'couch.' KidThree parks on the bed and I sit in one of the old recliners. LaZBoy has sectionals that would work for us. A firm couch, attached chaise, and matching recliners with levers. Then I could get rid of the futon on my bedroom floor and have the living room bed for my own (and it is a lovely bed, with a TempurPedic knock-off mattress). Someday. Somehow.
I have a "Lotto List" in my head. That's all the things that I would do if I won the SuperLotto. (Of course I hardly ever buy a ticket, which makes my likelihood of winning even more minuscule than it already is.) On top of the list is finishing the apartment here. First stop, LaZBoy, and on the way home, IKEA.
My Lotto List includes travel to Alaska. Twenty-seven years ago, I was stationed in Japan; the flight there went from Fairfield (Travis AFB) to Japan (Yakota Air Base), via Anchorage. In Anchorage, something on the plane needed tweaking (and wasn't that reassuring to hear, just before crossing the world's largest ocean), so the powers-that-be allowed the passengers to get off the plane. But, we weren't allowed out of the airport. I got to look out those huge windows to what I remember as a glorious scene but couldn't go out a door. Ever since, I've wanted to go back and go outside.
***To make matters worse, upon arrival to Japan I worked with a corpsman who was from Alaska and whose favorite topic of conversation was extolling the virtues of all things Alaskan. I would have disliked him for that, except that he was so darned friendly and likable. He was also especially thrilled to meet me, as with my arrival, he was no longer the youngest staff member at our clinic. Drat that young man. Someday I will get back to Alaska, and no one had better get between me and an exterior door.
I'd also love to see Scotland, Ireland, England, and Wales. And Guernsey. Part of that is probably that ethnically most of my ancestry comes from those areas (excluding Guernsey), but mostly it's because of my love of literature. The places I want to see are the places I've read about. I want to see Beatrix Potter's farm and Haworth and Stratford-on-Avon, and I'd like to see where Jane Austen spent those years in Bath. I want to see Derbyshire and Yorkshire and Land's End. I want to drive through Wales and see the highlands and lowlands of Scotland. I want to see County Clare, where my great-great-grandmother was born, and meet her siblings' descendants. I want to walk all around Guernsey, this because of the glorious novel that is "The Book of Ebenezer LePage," and if anyone out there hasn't read that marvelous book, what are you waiting for? Log off and go read the book. It's been reprinted recently in paper and so is not costly. Even I was able to buy a copy.
And because I love the Norse myths and Icelandic eddas, I want to see Denmark and Norway and Iceland and Greenland.
Monday and Tuesday of this week were the first days I'd watching the babies' older sister, MissN. The arrangement with their parents is that I'll watch her when she is too sick to go to preschool but not so sick as to need Mommy all day, and when her preschool is closed, which was the case this week. It was interesting. Babysitting is educational--just from observing the way children behave and the way they interact with adults, I can learn a lot about the family dynamics. From watching MissN, I think she must use 'feminine wiles' to manipulate her daddy; unfortunately for her, they didn't work over here. It was fun to watch, though, and to use my interactions with her to demonstrate to KidThree how I was working to teach MissN how we do things here. (Short sentences, simple explanations of why something is not okay, misdeeds forgotten once corrected, removing temptation, praising desired behavior, etc.) MissN got the hang of things quickly and I think we'll have a good time together.
KidOne gets off work right about now and will be coming over with some groceries so I can do some baking in the morning. I'm contributing some things to the feast at KidThree's auntie's house.
Here's hoping I get the boxes all moved tomorrow without straining or breaking anything.