Swine Flu Sucks
So, swine flu. Yes, I'm pretty concerned. Not so much for myself; the United States has incredible medical facilities and medications and even with complications people routinely DON'T die of the flu here. But Ganon is very young, and many of my friends and family have very young babies. Frankly, THAT scares the poop out of me. I'd like to talk to Dr. Mr. Matthews, husband of my community health professor, Dr. Mrs. Matthews (yeah, when we have both husband and wife in the same room, that gets complicated). Epidemiology isn't his primary practice but it's his hobby, and Dr. Mrs. Matthews is a community health specialist. It's her career. I want to know what their take is on this. I might email.
It probably goes without saying, but if you're reading this, you're human and I love humans. Please don't get swine flu.
Line Drying Clothes
It's well known on LJ, but not necessarily here yet, that when I am able, I like to line dry my clothes. I live on a farm and I dislike that fact (for myriad reasons: gas cost, bugs, constant mud or dust, having to check yard for snakes before I let Ganon out, no amenities like ORDERING A DAMNED PIZZA ohsorryi'mhungryrightnow), so to boost my optimism, I have been doing a few things that make me happy. I grow basil & tomatoes on my pool deck and am going to start some spinach seeds today. I have a flowerbed & some pots full of impatiens (because they'll grow in the shade of the old-growth oaks in my yard; that's something I'll miss when we move to Dallas--huge white oaks). I also have a full-size clothesline in my backyard, in the fenced-in area where Ganon plays. Something about clothing drying on a line is immensely relaxing to me, entirely outside of the energy-saving reason (which is why I started it in the first place). I love hanging the clothing, taking it down, etc. It's just great. Plus, my denim skirts don't do the "rolled up hem" when I line-dry them. That rolled hem drives me bonkers.
Anyway, today I figured something out. sometimes when you dry something made of jersey, it keeps a little "pinch" where the clothespin was. That's unfortunate in some locations. If you put it at the shoulders, you get a funky little pooch or bulge that sticks up. If you hang them by the hem, you get a weird stretched thing going on. The bottom hem won't hang straight. This isn't such a big deal for a heavy material like denim or anything else that holds its own shape well. Jersey, though, ick. It will take on whatever shape you hang it in. Unfortunately, jersey is one of my favorite materials. It has a very good drape on me and it's cool & comfortable in our humid summer months. I wear a lot of it, and I have hella problems with the clothespin pooches. Today, though, I figured something out. When I hung the clothes up, I hung jersey shirts across the chest, with the arms hanging down one side of the line & the torso hanging over the other. I put the clothespins in the armpit area of the shirt. Now, doubling something over the line usually means it doesn't dry as fast, but I'm not in a huge hurry if I'm line-drying anyway. It's more important to me that I get my clothes in a wearable state than to get them quickly.
Freedom
Nah, not "freedom" in the big, overarching sense of the word. I've talked to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
quiara about this already, but I feel oddly free this weekend. I think it's the fact that we don't do pre-plans anymore for clinical, and all we have to turn in is a hand-written SBAR form. But whatever it is, I feel a bit "soaring" this weekend, even though I really do have work I should be doing. Formal care plan, NCLEX practice questions, concept map. Still, whatever this feeling is has me in a weird state. Anyone or anything that feels slightly clingy, slightly need, slightly like it might tie me to any kind of obligation (outside those to which I myself cling as a support system, like Bryan, Ganon, Q, & my Family 2.0) is making me feel wildly repulsed. Like OMGGETITOFFIT'SSTICKINGDONOTWANT.
Contributing to my feeling of freedom is the WEATHER, I think. It's sunny, there's a stout breeze blowing in from the west, and it's 79ºF. <3!!!! I have the AC turned off & the windows & back door thrown open. It's like I could fly out the back door and sail into the clouds if I wanted to. I'm not; I'm cleaning the kitchen & vacuuming the living room. But I could if I wanted to.
Clicking
I "click" with people sometimes. There are varying degrees of "click"-ness, obviously. I clicked instantly withquiara. I clicked pretty hardcore with our friend Brittanie. I clicked like crazy with Bryan. We knew within 2 weeks that we were going to end up married. In the last year or so, I have clicked with 2 people who are also BFFs: Jorajo & CryFreedom (who, given her username, will probably like my paragraph about freedom up there...). I wasn't sure there was a reason for the clickness, just that I loved them both and that I REALLY love them as a pair. Anyway, today I find out that all 4 of us: me, Q, Jorajo & CryFreedom have some REALLY specific things in common--to the point that it makes the clickness make a LOT of sense. It also means I want to meet them for an epic DMB concert even more, now.
So, swine flu. Yes, I'm pretty concerned. Not so much for myself; the United States has incredible medical facilities and medications and even with complications people routinely DON'T die of the flu here. But Ganon is very young, and many of my friends and family have very young babies. Frankly, THAT scares the poop out of me. I'd like to talk to Dr. Mr. Matthews, husband of my community health professor, Dr. Mrs. Matthews (yeah, when we have both husband and wife in the same room, that gets complicated). Epidemiology isn't his primary practice but it's his hobby, and Dr. Mrs. Matthews is a community health specialist. It's her career. I want to know what their take is on this. I might email.
It probably goes without saying, but if you're reading this, you're human and I love humans. Please don't get swine flu.
Line Drying Clothes
It's well known on LJ, but not necessarily here yet, that when I am able, I like to line dry my clothes. I live on a farm and I dislike that fact (for myriad reasons: gas cost, bugs, constant mud or dust, having to check yard for snakes before I let Ganon out, no amenities like ORDERING A DAMNED PIZZA ohsorryi'mhungryrightnow), so to boost my optimism, I have been doing a few things that make me happy. I grow basil & tomatoes on my pool deck and am going to start some spinach seeds today. I have a flowerbed & some pots full of impatiens (because they'll grow in the shade of the old-growth oaks in my yard; that's something I'll miss when we move to Dallas--huge white oaks). I also have a full-size clothesline in my backyard, in the fenced-in area where Ganon plays. Something about clothing drying on a line is immensely relaxing to me, entirely outside of the energy-saving reason (which is why I started it in the first place). I love hanging the clothing, taking it down, etc. It's just great. Plus, my denim skirts don't do the "rolled up hem" when I line-dry them. That rolled hem drives me bonkers.
Anyway, today I figured something out. sometimes when you dry something made of jersey, it keeps a little "pinch" where the clothespin was. That's unfortunate in some locations. If you put it at the shoulders, you get a funky little pooch or bulge that sticks up. If you hang them by the hem, you get a weird stretched thing going on. The bottom hem won't hang straight. This isn't such a big deal for a heavy material like denim or anything else that holds its own shape well. Jersey, though, ick. It will take on whatever shape you hang it in. Unfortunately, jersey is one of my favorite materials. It has a very good drape on me and it's cool & comfortable in our humid summer months. I wear a lot of it, and I have hella problems with the clothespin pooches. Today, though, I figured something out. When I hung the clothes up, I hung jersey shirts across the chest, with the arms hanging down one side of the line & the torso hanging over the other. I put the clothespins in the armpit area of the shirt. Now, doubling something over the line usually means it doesn't dry as fast, but I'm not in a huge hurry if I'm line-drying anyway. It's more important to me that I get my clothes in a wearable state than to get them quickly.
Freedom
Nah, not "freedom" in the big, overarching sense of the word. I've talked to
quiara about this already, but I feel oddly free this weekend. I think it's the fact that we don't do pre-plans anymore for clinical, and all we have to turn in is a hand-written SBAR form. But whatever it is, I feel a bit "soaring" this weekend, even though I really do have work I should be doing. Formal care plan, NCLEX practice questions, concept map. Still, whatever this feeling is has me in a weird state. Anyone or anything that feels slightly clingy, slightly need, slightly like it might tie me to any kind of obligation (outside those to which I myself cling as a support system, like Bryan, Ganon, Q, & my Family 2.0) is making me feel wildly repulsed. Like OMGGETITOFFIT'SSTICKINGDONOTWANT.Contributing to my feeling of freedom is the WEATHER, I think. It's sunny, there's a stout breeze blowing in from the west, and it's 79ºF. <3!!!! I have the AC turned off & the windows & back door thrown open. It's like I could fly out the back door and sail into the clouds if I wanted to. I'm not; I'm cleaning the kitchen & vacuuming the living room. But I could if I wanted to.
Clicking
I "click" with people sometimes. There are varying degrees of "click"-ness, obviously. I clicked instantly with
quiara. I clicked pretty hardcore with our friend Brittanie. I clicked like crazy with Bryan. We knew within 2 weeks that we were going to end up married. In the last year or so, I have clicked with 2 people who are also BFFs: Jorajo & CryFreedom (who, given her username, will probably like my paragraph about freedom up there...). I wasn't sure there was a reason for the clickness, just that I loved them both and that I REALLY love them as a pair. Anyway, today I find out that all 4 of us: me, Q, Jorajo & CryFreedom have some REALLY specific things in common--to the point that it makes the clickness make a LOT of sense. It also means I want to meet them for an epic DMB concert even more, now.
