March 28, 2025

Good Things Friday (318) and Link Love

1. We watched Moana 2 together. JB declared the songs in 2 to be superior to the first but I’m not feeling it. The songs sound fine but none of them catch the brain in the same way.

2. The kids and I took advantage of a beautiful day to do a lot of yardwork together. We also ran loads of laundry, put away clean laundry and dishes, and scrubbed tiles (collectively). It was a very productive and active few hours that felt good for once. I won’t think hard about the price I paid for it.

Actions this week: I downloaded our Social Security information to have on hand.

I’ve checked the kids’ MMR vaccine statuses. I couldn’t remember if Smol Acrobat had gotten their second one yet and that was making me antsy. Yes, they have, so both kids are as protected as they can be. I’m not positive if PiC and I each got two MMRs or not, he might be in the age group that didn’t get a second one routinely. I may request boosters for both of us just in case.

Helping folks: R. S. A. Garcia, a speculative fiction writer from Trinidad and Tobago is scheduled to undergo three surgeries for cancer while out of work. She should have undergone surgery mid-March but the hospital royally forked that up and put them in an even tougher financial position as a result. They need help getting through to the surgery and beyond. Every little bit makes a difference.

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March 24, 2025

Living in the time of pandemic: COVID-19 (251)

Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.

Year 5, Day 330: This is going to be an incredibly hard week emotionally. A big change is going into effect and at the same time, I have a complicated management situation that requires more handholding each week than any one of my regulars need in a year. There are compelling reasons for this. I do hope we get through it intact on the other side. I won’t regret doing the right thing even if things don’t work out, but MAN do I hope they work out. I also need to make sure that I pull back enough that I don’t drain myself dry trying to be there for them. There’s also a reorg in the works as well and the changes from that reorg will give us an opportunity to fix longstanding problems and are going to be really sad. I’ve cried sad stress tears between meetings for the past week. At least I’m letting it out.

I think the universe took pity on me because we knew these things were landing this week. I haven’t seen neighborhood dogs for three weeks. This morning, PiC spotted one of them and hailed me before I missed her. Then the beautiful black lab we might see once a week showed up! He was as happy to see me as I was to see him, he took a running leap and tackled me. He’s never done that before and got extra hugs and love for it even as I apologized for encouraging bad manners. We had our other neighbor scheduled to pop by to pick up a treat I had for her, and when I came out to deliver that, my third dog friend showed up! We had a quick game of catch. What a treat for me. The spirit uplift from the trio held me up all day, despite all the Monday frustrations.

Year 5, Day 331: A second game of catch with dog friend, and two giant pitties needed petting. Again, I appreciate the confluence of whatever that’s taking pity on me and my nerves. Dog time is the best therapy. It’s keeping my blood pressure much steadier than it would otherwise be after a day of meetings without any time to get real work done, and then having to get that work done. And then having my wifi cut out on me.

Know something funny though? My “genius” solution to my inability to remember to stop reps during workouts was to count backwards. I did that. It revealed that I can’t count backwards. 20, 19, 18, 16, 15, oh wait 17, 14?

Then I went back to counting normally except my brain was still all turned around so I caught myself counting like Smol Acrobat a few months back: twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten, twenty…wait.

I remember how bad I was at math beyond algebra in high school and wonder how much of it was my brain failing to stay on the rails long enough to follow the logic.

Year 5, Day 332: I knew it’d be too much to hope for a third day of dog petting but I hoped anyway. We had a power outage instead. Thankfully it didn’t last too long.

It was a molasses brain kind of day. Everything was slow and sloggy. I could never find my flow state so every single file I reviewed felt like a heavy lift. Every email felt impossible to resolve, even the easy ones, and after 3 hours of processing one stack of work there was still more than half left. That was demoralizing even though it was really because I had twice as much work as usual. I took my computer to bed after dinner vaguely thinking maybe I’d get a thing or two done, I tend to work whenever I’m on the computer even if work wasn’t on the agenda, but this was not that kind of night. Thankfully my only specific goal was to write a handful of words and anything else was bonus.

Whether this is because of emotion overload finally maxing out my brain or because Smol Acrobat’s virus is waging war on me, it’s just not a getting things done kind of day or night.

Year 5, Day 333: Oh. Of course my brain was slow yesterday, I was slowly coming down with a bug. Today was extra rough, not quite brain fog but halfway there, with extra aches and dizziness and greying out episodes. Better than the first time this happened though, didn’t have a near miss again. I just felt bad.

PiC took over my afterschool run, Smol Acrobat and I were two sickies in bed this afternoon.

I read up on IRS Revenue Ruling 2023-2 that changes the way assets are treated if they’re in an irrevocable trust. Our trust is revocable until one of us dies but more importantly at least until 2026, this won’t impact us because we aren’t anywhere near the federal estate tax threshold ($13.61 million). In 2026, it’ll come down to $5M. Maybe we’ll aim for the stars and that threshold, but I have my doubts that we’d be able to grow our assets enough to hit that amount in the next two years barring any big unanticipated changes. My read on the horizon is that all big unanticipated changes are going to be negative for our net worth, not positive.

Year 5, Day 334: This is the hardest day of the week so I’m trying to also remember the good things right now.

The neighbors have custody of a new wee tiny puppy for a week and I got to introduce said puppy to playing with a Chuck it! He was ecstatic.

Q of BraverMountain finished his own personal Iditarod after the race organizers removed him from the official race. So many happy tears for them and Queen Pepe, she who does NOT ride in the dog box because she runs!

I planted four more garlic cloves in the garden last week and three of them are putting down roots. The blueberry bush is starting to put out leaves and already has three beautiful little pink blossoms with more blossom looking buds on a lot of branches. The blackberry bush is starting to show some signs of life, too.

This one isn’t good, just news: I’m keeping an eye on the Mt. Spurr news out of Alaska, we’ve got friends there.

March 19, 2025

The One True … thing

Bag (including backpacks): in the face of absolutely no evidence, I persist in searching for the one that is a perfect size, shape and color bag that will suit all my needs at all times. This despite the fact that I cycle through about 4 different bags at any given time depending on where we’re going and what we’re doing. I’ve actually spent the past year carrying my old backpack instead because I’m often bringing work with me and if not work then it’s just easier to grab the same backpack with all my things than to repack a bag.

Wallet: same thing on a slower cycle. Every few years, the wallet I’m using doesn’t suit for one reason or another and I need to find a different one. And yet I’m always sure that this next one, this will be the Right Wallet forever. Like my needs will never change.

Pen: this one changes depending on how my hands feel. The pinnacle used to be the Dr Grip. Then it was the Pentel G2 for a while. Then I wanted to go back to Dr.Grip and saved up my rewards to redeem for my ridiculous obsession and discovered that the balance of the gel grip to top of pen ratio doesn’t work for my hands anymore. Argh! I recently discovered the very discontinued Zeb Roller 2000 which is the perfect fit for my hands now and that’s extra sad because all I can find online are laments about this pen being discontinued. My search continues.

Dumplings: this one is real. There really is only one true perfect dumpling and those are the dumplings my mom made. Other dumplings may be good but none of them touch Mom’s dumplings. I can still almost taste them. I have experimented to see if I can duplicate the recipe and came close but I’m still slightly disappointed.

What’s your White Whale?

March 17, 2025

Living in the time of pandemic: COVID-19 (250)

Year 4 of COVID in the Bay Area.

Year 5, Day 323: Sunday was terrible, I had vasovagal syncope from 10 am to 5 pm, no idea why. I feel owed a weekend day, I got nothing done yesterday other than trying to not pass out. But today! Today I feel like a nearly functioning human! As much of one as I can ever feel.

So while I didn’t manage to hit my notes to self to-do list, which is separate from my other two to-do lists, I did:

Make full use of a largely uninterrupted workday, gouging a huge dent in my piled up work. Felt annoyed the whole way through because I’m on hold for so many semi-related things but this is good. This helps me start tomorrow a little less behind the 8-ball than usual.

Finally get to work out again for the first time in more than a week! It freaks me out when I have to go more than a day or two without exercising because I lost conditioning so fast after the December holidays. But today I figured out how to manage longer planks – read three pages of a book. That gets me through the first 40 seconds pretty smoothly. My new range is 47-57 seconds, and I’m shaky on the back half, so this feels like a big win when I needed one on this front.

Tomorrow is going to be much more fractured with early school release and needing to make calls, so Tomorrow me will appreciate Monday me’s efforts.

Year 5, Day 324: Demotivation: 100% today. Might be because I woke up from a dream about losing a key software we use at work and I wasn’t able to come up with an adequate workaround for my anxiety dream brain. Everything I did today came from a deep well of “don’t WANNA”. I still did it, just with poor grace. It comes from being too dog-deprived, I’m pretty sure. My neighborhood dog encounter tally is 0 for the past two weeks and that’s just too long. As a poor attempt at a cure, I ogled some adoption listings and this beautiful girl is up for adoption. She’s 3 years old, good with humans and dogs, and appears to be very good natured. She’s also 120 lbs.

3 pictures of an adorable pitty girl with dark brown and light brown hair all over her muscular body. She's on her back in one picture, showing an array of her front teeth.

She’s well over my lifting limit of 65 pounds, if 120 lbs is accurate, but her adorable face had me wondering … could I learn/build up to deadlifting 120 pounds? No, the answer is most definitely no. Still. One can sigh.

But like an answer to my prayers, some folks brought their dogs to the kids’ afterschool activity and the dogs hung out with me for half an hour. Darn if that didn’t heal my psychic wounds and bring my spirits right back to fighting form. There’s nothing better than having a dog sprawled out next to you while you’re working, letting you pet them at your leisure.

We came back to a chili and cornbread dinner that took me over a month to prep, 1-2 ingredients at a time. I prepped the peppers and froze them several weeks ago. I made the extra cornbread a few weeks ago and froze that. I gathered the rest of the ingredients over the past two weeks and cooked it yesterday. On a night when we’re usually late and tired and rushed, we ended the night with happy and full bellies. Even if SmolAc WAS a party pooper and claimed not to like it. They probably didn’t, they are not a pleasure to feed.

Year 5, Day 325: You know I’ve been simmering about financial changes needed with the threats to the FDIC and our banking system. Now, on the one hand, I don’t see these billionaires, whose net worths are tied up in the stock market, trying to tank the US stock market. However I DO see them deliberately destroying our banking institutions to push their crypto agenda or to destroy the middle class while they continue to loot the government. So far, everything they’ve done is geared toward destruction. It makes sense to assume their move on the FDIC is just a matter of time. Though if they threaten the livelihoods of the wealthy (not the uber wealthy) by destroying banking, I wonder how those people would respond. Even if they don’t try to tank the stock market, the global community boycotting American products will eventually have an impact, I know my Canadian friends are doing everything they can not to buy American: The Entire World Is Pissed at Trump—and It May Cost the U.S. Big Time.

Anyway, I’m looking to mitigate our risk. I’d opened a brokerage account during the years I didn’t have a 401K. In it, we are heavily invested in domestic stock (Vanguard’s VTSAX) which served us very well for years. I’m changing future contributions to buy VTIAX instead or also. My Roth IRA is also VTSAX, and I may sell VTSAX to buy VTIAX instead in there, it’s such a small amount it seems negligible. In normal times, I’d just stay entirely aggressively in domestic stocks but it’s no longer precedented times. These are relatively mild moves to balance our exposure between domestic and international stocks.

I’m still eking out time to research international bank options as a safe place to lodge a good portion of our cash in case there IS a bank failure. I’m not even sure how this new imaginary risk-mitigated landscape looks, I’m just trying my best to deal.

What, if anything, are y’all doing?

Year 5, Day 326: You’ll be proud, I’m sure, to know that I have learned how to conquer my “I sat in a bean bag too long, am stuck” problem. It only took 3 months of flailing like an upside down turtle to figure out that instead of trying to stand up, the better way to go is to roll to the side onto my knee, and then voila! Freedom! I’ve always said I’m a bit slow on the uptake.

This is my first full week of working out since the whole ER thing and I’m still struggling more than I like but being able to do something every day, even just a little, is a huge relief.

Speaking of flailing like an upside down turtle, metaphorically this time, I’ve been so annoyed at myself for perpetually losing count when I’m doing my reps. Around 4-6 reps, my brain wanders off and I finally snap to attention having done way more than I meant to. It’s not because it feels good, it’s because I literally forgot to stop. It only just occurred to me that the solution is to count DOWN from the target, instead of counting up! Surely I will notice when I run out of numbers. We’ll see if this works.

Year 5, Day 327: There’s a storm rolling through California. Even without looking outside, my bones are telling me it’s dark and stormy. It’s been a long day in a long week in a long … well. I’m really feeling it today.

One money question answered! we did both get bonuses this year. Now I can sit down this weekend to figure some things. I’m hoping to stretch them to cover that cashflow hole I caused with so many donations, and fill in some planned spending buckets for the year. This needs a couple hours of wrangling to figure out all the moving parts.

And another money question answered! We’re due a federal refund and owe CA state taxes; they just about cancel each other out. We come out a little bit ahead. I feel ok about this – I’d have felt very gross paying any more federal tax than we’ve already paid in. Fundamentally I want to pay taxes to fund a better society, that’s our civic duty and it makes sense. But this is so very much not the year that our tax dollars get that result, and it’s hard to see when it will again.

March 12, 2025

My kids and notes: Year 9.11

Life with JB

At pickup one evening, one of Smol Acrobat’s classmate’s parents commented that their kid comes home and talks about how much JB and Smol Acrobat adore each other and how cute that is.

At that moment, they were running down the hall, Smol Acrobat firmly attached to JB’s back like a little koala burr, both cackling and giggling. It is cute. I’m glad they still enjoy each other. The ratio of cute getting along vs bickering has been on the high side of cute this month and I’m grateful for it.

It occurred to me that this harmony is probably because Smol Acrobat has moved out of their “mommy only” phase and has least one foot firmly back into the “JB ALL THE TIME” phase. As an infant, JB was their favorite person. When they were 2 and 3, they shifted to being more needy with me which made JB quite miffed every time they were rebuffed in favor of me (or dad). Now, though, Smol Acrobat is back in the JB is best camp allowing JB to perform miracles like waking SmolAc after impromptu naps and having them giggle instead of screaming themselves hoarse demanding Dad. JB LOVES being the center of SmolAc’s world. Absolutely loves it. They don’t always want SmolAc around but a hero-worshipping SmolAc is absolutely their jam. This phase will shift again at some point but I’m appreciating the benefits.

The sad bits are when JB isn’t around and SmolAc becomes a deflated balloon: I want Weeeeeee. D:

Life with Smol Acrobat

Swim lessons with Smol Acrobat are no longer terrible for PiC because he doesn’t have to be in the water with them anymore. It was no hardship being in the water with JB because they swam like a fish but Smol Acrobat was a water-resistant kitten who refused to do anything. Now they’re independently working with the coach and actually trying things.

They’re also finally starting to do some chores with less whining and grumping beforehand. It’s not always with a good attitude but it’s finally not always a bad one either.

Related: I’m cracking down on their grunt-stomp behaviors. Their reaction to anything they don’t like or don’t want has always been: grunt-STOMP. This started a couple years ago a while ago, always when they were emotionally disregulated enough that a correction would result in a total meltdown. It felt manipulative but I’m pretty sure they weren’t, it was overwhelm. Now they’re more regulated and it’s time to cut it out. I know it’s time because when I started enforcing the “Nope. None of that”, they actually listened and shaped up instead of turning into a mess of tears. They pulled it when I set a limit on bedtime reading. NGGHH-STOMP.

Ok, you have a choice here: some reading or no reading. Bratty behavior gets no reading. Which is it going to be?

Some reading.

This tracks with what their auntie said about the kids she’s teaching in this age group. The pandemic babies are lacking swaths of socioemotional learning and it’s very apparent. This is the sort of stuff we did with JB at least a year or two earlier than we could with SmolAc and I’d wondered if that was an individual thing or a pandemic baby thing.

Precious Moments

SmolAc: Mommy. You have to take care of me ALL da time…
Me: That’s true
SmolAc: and I have to take care of YOU all da time!
Me: 🥹

*****

Smol Acrobat hates Hopper from A Bug’s Life. Totally freaked out by him. We reassured them: it’s ok, you’re safe, Hopper is just pretend.
Smol Acrobat: yeah! And also VILLAINS are just pwetend!
Ohhhhh … buddy. I’m not going to tell you.

*****

SmolAc: I see another van! And it’s ewectwic!
Me: What? How can you tell? (It’s dark and we’re on the freeway!)
SmolAc: Because I used my BWAIN.
Me: Oh. Ok….
SmolAc: And because I just know.

*****

SmolAc, negotiating: I don’t want to sweep in (JB)’s bed, I just want to hang out wif dem for a widdle bit.

 

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