Down

You know what's incredibly frustrating to launder? Anything filled with down. It floats like a duck. Water rolls off it like....water...off a duck's.... I think I see the problem. But how to get our down jackets clean, then? Mine is aqua and it might as well be white for how clean it stays, and Henry's is dark blue but he has nevertheless managed with effort and ingenuity to make the dirt really represent.

I looked around online for awhile, but got frustrated by all the non-answer answers all written in the same format (paragraph about the benefits of down! paragraph asking the question about washing! paragraph failing to resolve the issue! paragraph congratulating ourselves on resolving the issue!) and gave up. How would a person go about washing a DUCK, is perhaps the question we should be asking.

Right now I have the coats floating on top of the water in the washing machine ("soaking"), and periodically I go shove them under the water in frustration, and that is going to have to be good enough.

Sharing/Splitting a Tab

It was only very, very recently (this school year) that I figured out what to do if I was in a group of people standing around (like, at preschool pick-up), and I was talking with one person in the group, and another person came and stood nearby and seemed to want to join the conversation but seemed tentative about it, like they were afraid they'd be butting in. (Answer: Turn to the new person, say, "We were just talking about [how different the bus system was when we were in school / the big storm expected Friday / the stupid parking situation]," and then start looking back and forth between the two faces while talking.)

When I figured that out, I felt like it was something a lot of people would have already known in an "I just knew; I had no idea it was something anyone needed to be taught" level. But I also didn't learn until high school that if someone says, "How are you?" you're supposed to say, "Fine! How are you?" A date taught me, after his dad asked me how I was and I stood there grinning in a friendly but mute way. My date said laughingly, "...You can TELL him!" I was mortified for years, but now look at it as an illustration of how socially comfortable my date was: that he not only didn't stand there sharing in the awkwardness but also he took swift, friendly, laid-back action to fix it. And I'm sure the date's dad didn't care, any more than I would if it were one of my kids' friends, so I've stopped feeling that sink-into-the-floor feeling over it. (It's nice to know that feeling can fade after...a couple of decades.)

Where was I? Oh, yes. So, there are a lot of social things I encounter where I wonder if this is another of those things where most people know already how to deal with it and I need to find out what it is, or if it's something most other people struggle with too. Like, I know from reading blogs that MOST people struggle with how to "ask out" a new friend candidate, so I wouldn't feel strange about struggling with that too. Today's issue is one I've seen mentioned enough to know I'm not one of a tiny minority or anything---but I also think that getting a lot of different responses would be very helpful to show me the range of what society considers normal behavior.

So here it is: If I'm going for coffee for the first time with a new friend candidate, and it's at the kind of place where a waiter comes to the table, what do we do about the bill? Does one person say "separate checks, please," or no? Do people share a single check, then glance at the bill after, round up their own share to the nearest dollar, and leave the change on top of the tip? Do people just split it down the middle, even if they ordered different things (surely not, and yet I've heard it complained about)? What about leaving the tip: do people discuss how much it should be and each put down half, or does each person just put down their own little stack without consulting the other? If one person puts down a lot more tip than the second person was planning to, doesn't that make the second person feel pressured?

This is for the FIRST TIME, at a waitered-table restaurant, with someone new, where you don't yet know how they'd prefer to handle it: how do YOU handle the situation?

Data, A Love Story; The Night Circus

I read two books. Now I will say things about them.

(photo from Amazon.com)

Data, A Love Story: How I Gamed Online Dating to Meet My Match, by Amy Webb. My sister-in-law's sister mentioned this book, and so when I saw it at our library I got it. It's about a woman who, as you can see from the title, was frustrated with online dating and figured out work-arounds to get what she wanted.

I thought it was a good story and that she had some good practical advice that would be likely to work. But I found her so off-putting I could hardly stand it. I wrote four paragraphs saying why, and then deleted them because if the book showed anything it's that we all have types we're drawn to and types we're repelled by. And also, I felt like a lot of what I didn't like wasn't really HER, it was her showing off for her book. Like, if I got to know her when she wasn't trying to impress us so hard, I might love her.

(photo from Amazon.com)

The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern. I read this because I kept hearing so many different reactions to it. I liked it, mostly. I liked fairy tales and magic a lot when I was a child, and it's fun to find something along that line for grown-ups. I thought the language kept slipping into "Look how beautifully I'm writing/describing! Look how I'm making the magic COME ALIVE for you!," and also I haaaaaate second-person singular ("You go through a door. You wonder what you're going to see," etc.) but I just skimmed those parts. (Most of it was NOT in second-person singular.)

...I feel like I'm not successfully communicating that I really liked it. I did like it.

Middle-Aged

The term "middle-aged" is a little awkward, because it's a tactful euphemism for an older group than it seems to describe. If the typical U.S. human life is, say, 78 years long, then age 39 should be solidly middle-aged---but that's not what we mean by the term. We actually mean something more like "well past the middle, but the term elderly isn't right yet."

I think of middle-aged people as being in their 50s or 60s or so---but it's a stage of life more than an exact age. It's a stage with no young kids in the house anymore (unless it's grandkids), but no need yet for walkers, or for those chairs that help a person stand up. When a middle-aged person gets sick, we don't think, "Uh oh, hope it doesn't go to the lungs." We don't worry much yet about broken hips, but there are plenty of lost bifocals. No one is talking about whether it's time to take away a driver's license or "think about a home," but there is talk about retirement. There are of course myriad exceptions (a guy in his twenties might have bifocals or have bad lungs or need to use a walker; a guy in his 60s could have little kids with his young wife), but middle-aged is a general term, so I'm speaking of the group it describes in a general way too.

I have a new proposal for terms. I was thinking about how middle-aged doesn't describe the middle stage of life: it's more like the third out of four (childhood, adult, middle-aged, elderly). Then I noticed another euphemism for age, which is the "senior" in "senior discount" and "senior citizen" and "seniors residence." And the combination of "four stages" plus "senior" made me think of how we mark high school and college grades: freshman, sophomore, junior, senior.

We're currently using senior discount to include people over 65 or even 60 or 55, so we'd have to change that. "Senior" would now be used the way we use "elderly": deep wrinkles, white hair, fear of broken hips, nursing homes, walkers. Then we could use "junior" to cover the category we now call "middle-aged": bifocals, falling necks, kids are grown, menopause, needlework about having the fun grandchildren first. Early/mid-twenties (depending on personal maturity rates) up to middle-aged would be called sophomores. And children up to their early/mid twenties would be freshmen.

If we're going to use euphemisms, it's nice to have them TIDY. And I also like the way this system automatically implies a gaining of knowledge and experience, rather than an increasing fumbling with new technology and change purses.

Pretend It's Someone Else Saying It

I have come upon a Useful Motivational Tool. It is not going to work for all personality types or for all motivational situations; in fact, for some personalities and situations it would be awful. It's similar to the "Think of how other people are worse off" perspective-resetting technique, which ONLY has a chance of working if self-applied, and is DREADFUL otherwise, and can backfire and/or be inappropriate even if self-applied---and it taps into the otherwise wasted/misspent resource of "feeling like other people's lives and emotions are eye-rollingly easy to direct/correct."

Here is what it is: Pretend it's someone else saying what you're saying. That is, when you have a reason you can't do something you want yourself to do, pretend you're listening to (or reading a blog post by) someone else saying that same reason. In some cases, you will nod your head and agree: "Yes, it sounds like that situation really is preventing you from doing that." But in many other cases, you will say: "What? Are you kidding me? That's easy to fix!"

This works particularly well for those of us who are Fixers AND Too Easily Discouraged. You know how some women will complain that they just wanted to vent but their male companions kept trying to FIX it instead of just LISTENING? I have "male" fixing inclinations of that sort, and often have to remind myself, "She just wants to vent. She is PERFECTLY CAPABLE of thinking of the same obvious thing you feel an urge to point out to her, but she feels like complaining right now." And the reason I know that's likely the case is that I myself sometimes just want to whine about something for awhile: I know I have to fix it, but I want to WHINE about it FIRST, oKAY? I slump my shoulders and think, "It's HOPELESS. To fix this window situation, I'd have to go to TWO STORES! Including one I DON'T ENJOY. AND I'd have to measure a shade before I go! AND choose a curtain color! JUST FORGET IT." And then eventually I answer myself: "Psh. Don't be ridiculous. You'd be completely done before the kids got home from school. I think you can handle an hour and a half of Not Your Favorite Tasks." The whining ends up being an important part of the solution-finding process: if there's no whining, no solution is generated.

Or I remember when I had a tiny baby and was inwardly despairing because I COULDN'T EVEN GO TO THE BATHROOM. I was getting myself all the way to TEARS of frustration and injustice and resentment and self-pity over the issue. It was IMPOSSIBLE! This situation was SO UNREASONABLE!! I was TOO BUSY to PEE!! And then I remembered how I felt when other people said the same, which caused me to say to myself, "Don't be ridiculous, of course you can pee. You just put down the baby in a safe place and go to the bathroom. Yes, he will scream while you are peeing. Are you seriously saying that's literally, actually, genuinely something you can't work with, or are you just locked into a self-defeating self-pity mode now?"

So I was already familiar with this concept---but now I've been applying it ON PURPOSE. For example, for a few weeks now I've been inwardly whining about wanting to exercise but also NOT wanting to exercise. When I imagined reading a blog post written by someone else mentioning all my same reasons, I nearly gagged on all my excellent ideas and sarcastic dismissals.

Not for ALL of the reasons, though, which is good to keep in mind: this technique can work as a SORTING tool as well as a fixing/dismissing tool. For SOME of the reasons/issues, I thought, "You're right, that's a legit problem." Sometimes I then thought "But that problem will be over soon" or "It's true, that's a problem that would take a bigger solution---so let's do the easier fixes first and see how that goes," and sometimes I thought, "Yeah, I'm not sure that's fixable." But a lot of other things I thought, "Yes? So that would take, what, 30 seconds to a minute? That seems...pretty reasonable" and "Well, that's what exercise comes with. There's no sense whining about reality as if whining will change it somehow" and "Well, could you try A or B or C to fix that aspect of things?" and "Well, then what you need to acquire is a D and an E. And you could consider acquiring an F and a G."

I think this technique is already part of the automatic whining-leads-to-solution process, but I tend to have a....LONG process. Deliberate application is helping me speed things up a little.

Update on House Number Situation; Microwave-Related Derping

Do you remember when my mom and dad were on a road trip and wanted to find my mom's old childhood house, and we all squinted at an old picture trying to figure out what the house number was? Well, there's an update on that post, because my mom found some old postcards that had the address on it. We still don't know what the OTHER number on the house is, or why there ARE two numbers---but I see two mailboxes, so maybe it was a multi-family unit, or maybe it was a rental and one box was for the landlord, or maybe one mailbox was for the newspaper and the other number was a word and not a number, or maybe there was a re-numbering of houses and the old number hadn't been taken down yet, or maybe there was some other system in place that isn't familiar to us 60 years later, or ANYWAY AT LEAST WE HAVE ONE NUMBER. And seven people in the comments section were right about it!

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Our microwave broke, which completely surprised us because that has never happened before. And just like when the power goes out and I keep thinking the downtime would be a great time to get caught up on email, I keep finding myself bumping up against the no-microwave issue in a way that makes me feel repeatedly derpy.

I'm accustomed to making a pot of coffee, taking a cup, turning the coffee pot off, and then microwaving cups of cold coffee throughout the day or even the next morning. This morning I got out a mug, put milk and cold coffee into it, walked toward the microwave---and then stood there trying to figure out why this idea no working.

Also, I've been cooking more new stuff, and with new stuff comes more leftovers, and this week we have an unprecedented number of them. Paul and I had no fewer than FOUR conversations yesterday evening about how he was going to heat up some leftover lasagna to eat when (1) there was no microwave and (2) I was using both oven shelves for the children's fish-sticks-and-star-tots dinner. We just could NOT figure it out. He was going to have to...WAIT? and then WAIT MORE? instead of just putting it in the microwave for two minutes?

Do It Yourself: Fix a Drawer Making a Scraping Sound

Sometimes when I encounter an issue of household-related brokenness, I ask Paul to look into it and fix it. Other times, either because I've asked him and he hasn't, or else because for some reason I don't want to ask him, I like to try to take care of it myself. In those situations I find it bolstering to first pretend to myself that I am living in this house as the only adult. In that case, would I call someone to fix it, or would I be able to manage it myself? If the latter, I give it a try. In this way I have recently replaced a toilet seat and....some other thing, I forget what.

Recently one of my bureau drawers was making a scraping sound/sensation every time I opened it or closed it, and also it was feeling increasingly scrapey to open/close. I wasn't sure what that could be, but I applied the "What if I were on my own?" concept, and I thought I'd be too embarrassed to call someone in without even LOOKING for an issue, so I looked for an issue.

The bureau in question. The middle drawer is the one that's making a scraping sound.

I took out the scrapey-sounds drawer.

What's this? I see a screw sticking out in a way it doesn't seem like it should be.

Oh, you can't see it? Here's a closer view. Definitely sticking out.

I can use a screwdriver, no prob.

That's more like how it seems like it ought to look.

No more scraping sound! I AM VICTORIOUS!