Apparently we’re all supposed to be panicking about coronavirus and stockpiling supplies for the inevitable quarantine we’ll all be under in very short order. As I already buy toilet paper by the case because I’m cheap, and because I’m asthmatic but also sort of a hermit, I find that freaking out about our eventual mass demise isn’t occupying nearly enough of my time. Instead I am forced to burn daylight in other ways, which is fine because I like to consider myself a multitasker. These diversions may not work for you, but I share because I care. Use or don’t. All I can tell you is that it’s keeping me pretty busy.
Presented in no particular order, What I’ve Been Doing Lately Instead Of Waiting To Get Sick And Die:
Freaking out about politics. That’s a good one for taking up a huge chunk of time. Because HOLY CRAP. I don’t know if I’m going to catch coronavirus or not but I strongly suspect this election cycle is going to kill me, either way. I have a lot of opinions here but I am tired so let’s just leave it at that. I suspect most of you can figure out how I’m feeling.
Making keto recipes and regretting making keto recipes. I’m only sort of doing a keto diet, in that I am half-assed about it and don’t check for actual ketosis or whatever I’m supposed to be doing, plus I am eating more fat but probably not a ton like I’m supposed to, and do I need to be doing any of this, no, but periodically I like to look at my aging, expanding body and freak out and try a new diet because evidently I hate myself. So. I eat a lot of greens and broccoli and Brussels sprouts and also a lot of coconut products, and I’m not even sure I’m losing any weight on account of I have the middle-aged metabolism of a slug AND I refuse to spend major bank on supplements and such. Anyway! Much of what I eat and am “allowed” to eat is delicious (unlimited bacon? SIGN ME UP), and having already been gluten-free there’s not a HUGE change for me like there might be for someone who went from eating whatever they wanted to keto, but… I do miss carbs sometimes. So then I’ll see something like a recipe for “keto bagels” and in my carb-starved state I’ll think FUCK YEAH, I COULD GO FOR A BAGEL. Then I’ll order donut pans off of Amazon and when they come I will immediately set to baking and then—THEN!!—I will be astonished when the result is merely bagel-shaped sadness that tastes like a sponge. I mean, at least the ingredients are expensive and it all takes a long time to make! Hahaha! Ha!
But hey, if you’re a keto type and you want to know what’s actually IMHO sort of good, I have two recommendations for you. First of all, this recipe is a reasonable bread-analog, but bear in mind that I’ve been gluten-free for so long I don’t remember real bread, anyway; and second—not an ad, just something I bought with my own damn money and like—if you’re dying for ice cream, Kroger carries Rebel keto-friendly ice cream and it is expensive compared to the real stuff but pretty good. Bonus: The cookie dough flavor is gluten-free, which you won’t ever find in a “normal” ice cream, so points for that. (I have no idea what the dough is made of. Probably coconut something. Every damn thing on keto is coconut.)
Torturing my dogs. Both pups are Shih Tzu mixes (Licorice is mixed with poodle, and Duncan is mixed with Lhasa Apso, or—as we like to say—Lhasa Asshole) because three out of four inhabitants of Casa Mir have animal allergies, and hair dogs are less allergenic. (Not totally hypoallergenic, but better.) This is also delightful if you’re a lazy housekeeper (*raising hand*) because they don’t shed and there isn’t fur all over your home. Hooray! But on the down side, dogs with hair require haircuts just like people do, and over time I have Goldilocks-ed my way around town trying to find a groomer who is both 1) good and 2) not ridiculously expensive. Having the dogs groomed averages $60/each before tips, so we’re talking around $150 every two/three months and maybe that’s chump change to you, but UGH, it’s a significant expense to us.
Meanwhile, I cut hair for everyone in the family and have for… forever. So I got the bright idea that I could probably groom the dogs my own damn self with a little bit of research. (Listen, there’s YouTube videos for eeeeeeeverything nowadays. When I first started cutting hair back when I was in college I am lucky none of my test subjects decked me. Let’s just say it was a steep learning curve.) So, for less than the cost of a single grooming for the dogs, I bought myself a grooming harness (big metal bar that attaches to the table and has loops to fasten around the dog’s neck and haunches) and a decent set of animal clippers.
First I groomed Licorice, because I knew no matter what happened, I wasn’t going to get bitten. She was mad about it (SO MAD) but endured and in the end, she looked pretty good. I was proud of myself! I could do it! But I waited another week to try it on Duncan. Um, Duncan was another story. Duncan was mad about it but also really, REALLY wanted to bite the clippers, bite the scissors, and bite my face. Chickadee helped me and it took about… two hours. We were all exhausted by the end, and he doesn’t look quite as good as Licorice, in part because his coat is straight (and I suspect Licorice’s curliness hides some places that might be uneven) and in part because at a certain point I just gave up. He looks a little rough. But his hair is out of his eyes and he’s looking like a dog instead of a sentient lump of fluff, so let’s call it a win. Also let’s please not do that again for a few months.
Immortalizing my dogs. Again, not an ad, just something where I spent my own damn money and I’m a happy customer: Are you even a crazy pet owner if you haven’t ordered portraits of them from Noble & Posh? When it looked like Duncan wasn’t long for this world back in the fall, the kids and I ordered Otto a portrait of Duncan as one of his birthday gifts. And then for Valentine’s Day (so romantic! here is one of our pets’ heads on a human body, not at all creepy or weird!) we ordered one of Licorice. Proud papa that he is, Otto keeps these pictures of his furry children up on a shelf in his office, where those who stop by periodically see them and do a double-take, which really made it all worth it.
They’re both so regal! Worth every penny, man.
Being alternately enraged and amused by Poshmark. I’m really trying to make selling stuff on Poshmark a sustainable business model, but it requires a lot of patience and also possibly much less hatred of people in general than I currently possess. Various true stories:
1) Yesterday I had someone go back and forth with me on a tough negotiation over a pair of jeans (… sounds pretty stupid when I write it out like that…) and finally I relented and agreed to sell them for a few bucks less than I wanted to get because eh, I’m tired, fine. I accepted their offer and… their payment method was denied. All that arguing for nothing.
2) Over the weekend I went into my storage area to get something which required moving one of my rolling clothing racks and… I don’t know what I did—moved it wrong, obviously—but the entire rack ended up tipping over, scraping the wall, narrowly missing crushing me. In the midst of germophobia I ended up giggling for a good five minutes over the irony that could’ve been DEATH BY POSHMARK if I’d been standing just a little to the right.
3) A “customer” commented on a pair of formal high heels asking if I could model them with white socks, please, because that’s how “she” wears all her high heels and “she” “needed to see how that would look.” One, I don’t model my stuff for sale ever, and two, I don’t take free photos for foot fetishists, SO. Had a good laugh over that one, though.
4) For the first time, I sold something that I then could not locate. It grew legs and walked away. Make no mistake, my life and house are a mess, but my Poshmark stuff is impeccably organized so I have no other explanation (aliens, maybe). Fortunately it was part of a big bundle and the buyer was super sweet and happy to substitute a different item, but I had a good freakout over that one.
5) I am seriously considering trying to make a go of an in-person shopping service sort of like an eco-friendly Stitch Fix sort of thing, because everything would be thrifted, and I am a damn good shopper, y’all, and I think there’s a market need for something like this, but—I don’t know. I run into so many enraging people on Posh already, I wonder if I have the temperament to do this in-person. (Plus it would require leaving the house a lot more.)
Harassing my family. Otto has had a killer couple of weeks at work, and so I am worried about his health because at a certain point no one can keep up a grueling pace forever, not even SuperOtto. All my fretting and scolding is useless, of course, and it’ll be over when it’s over (soon!) and then maybe he will rest and recoup some before the NEXT big project, but I worry because I like him a lot.
At the same time, do you have any idea what level of sibling bickering adult children can achieve when they don’t want to perform simple chores? It’s impressive, really, but DO THE DAMN DISHES ALREADY and also maybe get a job (CHICKADEE). These two yahoos are now considering getting an apartment together and were not amused when I asked who on earth was going to do all their dishes once they no longer live with me. It remains to be seen if this plan becomes a reality but I have mixed feelings. On the one hand: Sibling bonding! Yay! Also I would like my house back. But on the other: How long before it devolves into a full-scale Thunderdome situation? They assure me I underestimate them, and little do they know that I assume my healthy skepticism is only pushing them toward doing it because I am always Dumb and also Wrong. Joke’s on them! I’m a GENIUS!
Binge-watching Atypical. I think Monkey’s therapist recommended this show to him when it came out and he politely declined, and somehow life was busy and I never got around to watching it, myself, but now Chickadee and I are binging the entire thing and I love it so much, I can’t even tell you. If you have autism in your life and you haven’t seen it, check it out. I especially appreciate the autistic traits in the characters who are not explicitly autistic, which I am inclined to believe is on purpose and masterful rather than an accident.
We’re on season three now, so I’m hopeful we’ll finish it before we die of coronavirus.
Quick question. How do you even know you arenâ€™t a good housekeeper without dog hair tumbleweed rolling down the hallway?
Piles of mail on the dining room table. ;)
Keto….ah, the low carb bane of my existance. However, if you haven’t had them yet, the birthday cake chaffles (cheese waffles), might be the best thing I have ever had. Google them. They are amazing!
That’s so sweet they want to live together.
I am on my second week of Keto and as a result i hate all food. Your Rebel ice cream has piqued my interest though… Although I have already been burned by Keto “crackers” and “bread” and so am deeply, deeply suspicious of all things Keto.
For less-disappointing keto baked goods, look up anything by Carolyn Ketchum of All Day I Dream About Food. Her recipes are (almost) always fabulous. The almost there is because keto bagels will always be disappointing Also – always always weigh your almond flour (itâ€™s really difficult to be consistent with out otherwise).
During a pandemic, evidently its rather like a (weeks long) snow day. My husband and I have baked various yeasty things and stocked up the pantry. The weather is better than a snow day, but without the fun of playing in the snow.
We have just finished week 2 of virtual learning in South Korea, with 2 more to go (at least). It gets old.
Sibling rivalry – my daughter is 45. She is still jealous of her 42 year old brother. We are spending spring break at our country place with his family – and she didn’t want to be here, but is angry he has invited the family of his friend to join us. WHEN will she grow up?
I would absolutely pay you $$ to shop for me because I am a terrible shopper and need some help!
I mentioned to my (38-year-old) daughter that I needed to learn how to run an LLC. Her response: YouTube. If [married female couple friends] can learn to inseminate themselves on YouTube, you can learn how to run an LLC. I can’t wait to meet the baby!
I own Lhasas and can assure you that the Lhasa Asshole is an apt description though I have a theory that it is mostly the males. I had an 18yo Lhasa (impulse buy from a backyard breeder) who was THE.BESTEST.DOG. We were heartbroken when she died and so went to a actual certified humane breeder because I have more knowledge than I did at 18. We got two because itâ€™s so fluffy!!!!!
So how did that end up????
The girl dog is a clingy brat who bullies her brother and stalks the cat so incessantly that whispering his name makes her go tearing through the house to keep him from doing whatever he might possibly be doing. the boy dog is the most neurotic delicate flower with an ability too hold a grudge and a memory of one time being scared on one thing and never ever can I go there again and now I must pee to show my fear. Feedback from dog sitters include â€œhe is really good at hidingâ€
That said. Fluffy puppies do help with the rage I too feel regarding politics and my general disbelief that competency is a negative apparently?
Poshmark is really a whole study in human interaction innit?
Also, adult kids are awesome, and hilarious and do eventually get a job, I swear. Mine got a job in Japan though so be careful what you wish for.
Did you see what Kemp and the gang have in store for coronavirus quarantine? Jeeze.
I loved Atypical so much. Although there isn’t an autism thread, if you liked Atypical you might also like Sex Education and my newest obsession, On My Block. Binging is the way to go!
Having lived in a shared apartment with college-aged people, I’m just gonna drop this here. It’s a great recipe to no longer be friends and hate each other’s guts. The blame shifting that happens is amazing. The overflowing sink full of dishes is considered everyone’s fault but your own.
I’ve also shared a flat with a sibling and that was even worse. Everything that annoyed us about each other, magnified by about a gazillion percent. Never again.
If your kids make it, consider it a serious win. But let ’em try and they’ll learn lessons from it. Their next venture will be better for it.
Atypical is the best! I canâ€™t wait for next season.