Fireworks, Pie, and other things
Jul. 4th, 2011 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
femkes_folliesWe opted to skip going downtown for the fireworks tonight. 45 minute walk/find spot down, probably an hour back. And no guarantee that either of the girls would tolerate the noise level. (Though the weather IS good this year.... *sigh*)
Rori has been... full bore ASD the last couple of weeks. Tantrums at the drop of a hat, still has screaming fits when she sees ME eat (John can eat... just not me). Not sure what her issue is - possibly just frustration over not being able to communicate her wants and needs.
So, twice this week - in an effort to keep them occupied - we've visited local (or not so local) "splash pads." If you're not in the know - a splash pad is a concrete-floored water play area. Fountains and what not, but no pool. Little ones can cool off without risk of drowning.
I also picked up some more strawberries at the farmers market. As well I didn't get a case, as I didn't really care for this batch. I took a chance on a variety called "Cabot." Blech. The didn't have a lot of flavor, bruised/molded easily, and sometimes have hollow cores that go out through the bottom of the berry. Ah, well, we can't all be Ozark Beauties, after all. I did start a strawberry shrub syrup. And I have a fresh strawberry pie chilling in the fridge for tomorrow.
I don't have to go back to work tomorrow, because Tuesday is my regular day off. It's as well. I'm still sort of tired. I have a few things I need to get done yet. And I'm a little frustrated with work. I nearly lost my temper entirely on Friday, trying to take X-rays on a nasty little dachsund. I kept telling my tech I needed a hand, and she kept dodging, f'ing around, and avoiding me. After the damned thing had nearly bit me twice, pooped, peed, analed, and generally messed up all of the X-ray suite (and I discovered that there was no paper towel on the roll) she finally tells me she can't help me because she might eb pregnant. I nearly back-handed her. Why, you ask? Because SHE made the appointment for the dog with the broken foot and bloody well knew all afternoon that she couldn't do it. And didn't say a word until I'd not gotten a film THREE TIMES. Now, whatever your little "issues" are - when you take a job that requires you to do some of these sorts of things, you do not HAVE the luxury of being coy. Basically - if you want to NOT do your job, you don't get to keep secrets as to WHY. It doesn't help that I've had a bit of trouble getting her to do things lately, anyway. And, of course, I was stuck with the receptionist "assisting." She means well, but she's not technically oriented. And worse, gets all offended if you even imply that she's inadequate.
Shoot me now.
Whoops - I hear music.... fireworks are about to start. More later...
Rori has been... full bore ASD the last couple of weeks. Tantrums at the drop of a hat, still has screaming fits when she sees ME eat (John can eat... just not me). Not sure what her issue is - possibly just frustration over not being able to communicate her wants and needs.
So, twice this week - in an effort to keep them occupied - we've visited local (or not so local) "splash pads." If you're not in the know - a splash pad is a concrete-floored water play area. Fountains and what not, but no pool. Little ones can cool off without risk of drowning.
I also picked up some more strawberries at the farmers market. As well I didn't get a case, as I didn't really care for this batch. I took a chance on a variety called "Cabot." Blech. The didn't have a lot of flavor, bruised/molded easily, and sometimes have hollow cores that go out through the bottom of the berry. Ah, well, we can't all be Ozark Beauties, after all. I did start a strawberry shrub syrup. And I have a fresh strawberry pie chilling in the fridge for tomorrow.
I don't have to go back to work tomorrow, because Tuesday is my regular day off. It's as well. I'm still sort of tired. I have a few things I need to get done yet. And I'm a little frustrated with work. I nearly lost my temper entirely on Friday, trying to take X-rays on a nasty little dachsund. I kept telling my tech I needed a hand, and she kept dodging, f'ing around, and avoiding me. After the damned thing had nearly bit me twice, pooped, peed, analed, and generally messed up all of the X-ray suite (and I discovered that there was no paper towel on the roll) she finally tells me she can't help me because she might eb pregnant. I nearly back-handed her. Why, you ask? Because SHE made the appointment for the dog with the broken foot and bloody well knew all afternoon that she couldn't do it. And didn't say a word until I'd not gotten a film THREE TIMES. Now, whatever your little "issues" are - when you take a job that requires you to do some of these sorts of things, you do not HAVE the luxury of being coy. Basically - if you want to NOT do your job, you don't get to keep secrets as to WHY. It doesn't help that I've had a bit of trouble getting her to do things lately, anyway. And, of course, I was stuck with the receptionist "assisting." She means well, but she's not technically oriented. And worse, gets all offended if you even imply that she's inadequate.
Shoot me now.
Whoops - I hear music.... fireworks are about to start. More later...