Saturday, March 15
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Getting some sleep.
Trainwreck called, and I chose to talk with her, since I know she's upset about Mom. At least she sounded sober today. Other than updating me about Mom (getting surgery immediately, today) she more or less talked about the same things she did yesterday when she was drunk. That she's been blacking out. She says it it something unrelated to alcohol, so...go see a doctor again? Also, being an alcoholic is going to complicate a diagnosis, yes?
We did chores and such, and headed to the city.
I wanted to see if winter riding pants would be on sale, since my current pair is starting to wear out. The equestrian store was indeed having a big sale, and I found two identical pairs in my size that fit well, and with the sale it was like getting one pair for free.
It drives me nuts that these riding pants are fairly pricey, and OF COURSE the first thing to wear out is the crotch, and there's no way to repair them. I have a few pair now with worn out crotches, and the rest of the pants are still in good shape. You can't really patch them. I tried sewing up some holes in one pair, and they keep shredding where the stitches are. Something about the material resists sewing.
Then we went to the art gallery. We haven't been in a while, but only one exhibit changed since the last time, so we concentrated on that one. It was really interesting. It was various artists, with the theme being "What we leave, what we take".
It was about things like childhood experiences, emotions, how corporations exploit the environment (taking, leaving), and how our homes are full of things that reflect our lives.
I was really struck by the little blurb beside one artist's works "The thin, attenuated house structures convey both how little is needed to make a home and how precarious and fragile home can be; these structures could topple over at any minute. Abbasi is not only thinking about how individuals create homes for themselves but also how home and belonging are negotiated between and within communities."
I don't think I would have understood that just looking at his works, but the concept resonates with me.
We did revisit another exhibit we saw last time, and chatted with a gallery attendant that we have had conversations with before.
I try to talk with the attendants, usually I ask them what piece they like the most, and why. I've had some really interesting conversations about that, since they're usually people with art education, and they often have read up on the artists in the exhibit or they might have even met them.
Today we chatted about bunnies, as she has a pet bunny, and we looked after a friend's rabbit a while ago.
It's nice to develop some rapport with people like this that we've seen many times at the gallery, and we'll hopefully see her many more times.
I also think that most people don't approach the attendants, which is a shame because they're there to answer questions, after all. They must get SO BORED.
After the gallery my Sweetie dropped me off at a thrift store and he got some enzyme stuff for one of our cats, Sprite.
I found a few things, I need to try them on at home since they don't have change rooms anymore. Sigh.
Then we went for supper at one of the places we eat at in rotation. We seem to get the same serving person at this place most of the time, I wonder if she is the ONLY serving person.
We ended up chatting with her at length about when she was a kid, she barely ate anything, and her Mom was always worried about her. She said that she found it annoying to have to eat, since it just interrupted her playing. She said that as an adult, she likes eating, but just doesn't eat much. She seems to have a lot of issues with things like texture and temperature and so on.
I wondered if she might be autistic, but it's not something you just throw out there.
She's tiny. Probably literally half my size. She probably doesn't really need to eat much.
It struck me again, how we seem to have a few people in the city that we have these kind of capsule relationships with.
Then we came home.
I saw another update about Mom on our family Facebook page, that she is out of surgery already, and resting.
The next four weeks she's still at risk of infection or stroke, but at least she made it through the surgery.
Getting some sleep.
Trainwreck called, and I chose to talk with her, since I know she's upset about Mom. At least she sounded sober today. Other than updating me about Mom (getting surgery immediately, today) she more or less talked about the same things she did yesterday when she was drunk. That she's been blacking out. She says it it something unrelated to alcohol, so...go see a doctor again? Also, being an alcoholic is going to complicate a diagnosis, yes?
We did chores and such, and headed to the city.
I wanted to see if winter riding pants would be on sale, since my current pair is starting to wear out. The equestrian store was indeed having a big sale, and I found two identical pairs in my size that fit well, and with the sale it was like getting one pair for free.
It drives me nuts that these riding pants are fairly pricey, and OF COURSE the first thing to wear out is the crotch, and there's no way to repair them. I have a few pair now with worn out crotches, and the rest of the pants are still in good shape. You can't really patch them. I tried sewing up some holes in one pair, and they keep shredding where the stitches are. Something about the material resists sewing.
Then we went to the art gallery. We haven't been in a while, but only one exhibit changed since the last time, so we concentrated on that one. It was really interesting. It was various artists, with the theme being "What we leave, what we take".
It was about things like childhood experiences, emotions, how corporations exploit the environment (taking, leaving), and how our homes are full of things that reflect our lives.
I was really struck by the little blurb beside one artist's works "The thin, attenuated house structures convey both how little is needed to make a home and how precarious and fragile home can be; these structures could topple over at any minute. Abbasi is not only thinking about how individuals create homes for themselves but also how home and belonging are negotiated between and within communities."
I don't think I would have understood that just looking at his works, but the concept resonates with me.
We did revisit another exhibit we saw last time, and chatted with a gallery attendant that we have had conversations with before.
I try to talk with the attendants, usually I ask them what piece they like the most, and why. I've had some really interesting conversations about that, since they're usually people with art education, and they often have read up on the artists in the exhibit or they might have even met them.
Today we chatted about bunnies, as she has a pet bunny, and we looked after a friend's rabbit a while ago.
It's nice to develop some rapport with people like this that we've seen many times at the gallery, and we'll hopefully see her many more times.
I also think that most people don't approach the attendants, which is a shame because they're there to answer questions, after all. They must get SO BORED.
After the gallery my Sweetie dropped me off at a thrift store and he got some enzyme stuff for one of our cats, Sprite.
I found a few things, I need to try them on at home since they don't have change rooms anymore. Sigh.
Then we went for supper at one of the places we eat at in rotation. We seem to get the same serving person at this place most of the time, I wonder if she is the ONLY serving person.
We ended up chatting with her at length about when she was a kid, she barely ate anything, and her Mom was always worried about her. She said that she found it annoying to have to eat, since it just interrupted her playing. She said that as an adult, she likes eating, but just doesn't eat much. She seems to have a lot of issues with things like texture and temperature and so on.
I wondered if she might be autistic, but it's not something you just throw out there.
She's tiny. Probably literally half my size. She probably doesn't really need to eat much.
It struck me again, how we seem to have a few people in the city that we have these kind of capsule relationships with.
Then we came home.
I saw another update about Mom on our family Facebook page, that she is out of surgery already, and resting.
The next four weeks she's still at risk of infection or stroke, but at least she made it through the surgery.
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Date: 2025-03-17 03:24 am (UTC)I hope your mom recovers well from surgery.
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Date: 2025-03-17 06:10 am (UTC)I see a lot of them are going that way now. Hard to find full seats.
They're Kerrits, so were pretty pricey originally.
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Date: 2025-03-27 07:55 pm (UTC)Most of mine at the moment are the Smartpak Pipers, going for the high waist styles (why is high waist so hard to come by?).
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Date: 2025-03-27 09:14 pm (UTC)I prefer a higher waist too. I think fashion should stay out of things like sports wear, when it reduces the functionality.