September 16th, 2009

20111112, Marilee

Sleep, More Sleep

On Monday, Giant had two-twinkie and two-cupcake packs for a dollar each and I bought one of each because I haven't eaten those for decades. I tried the twinkies and not only do they look different, but they don't taste like anything. They were not a sufficient reward for packing up all the clay/claymix litter into many bags I could lift. I'll try the cupcakes tonight.

I actually slept eight hours last night, in two batches, the break happening when Spirit and Junie had a little brawl in the hallway. Junie was sleeping on top of the Safe Cage when I got her for her eyedrops, which is certainly easier for me.

I took the trash and recycling out, dropped a DVD at the post office, got gas, and headed off to the nephrologist. She had three double-books in the morning, so by the time I got there, she was quite late. I read most of the WashPost and sat up straight for too long. She says that maybe the new labs are my new set point, which I'd rather not, since they're worse than I've been for a while. I have to get a vitamin D level tomorrow. My hands have a tremor and I have to make an appointment with the neurologist.

I got home and was online for about an hour when I desperately needed more sleep and napped in the recliner for 2.5 hours. Then I got Junie from the top of the Safe Cage, gave her the drops, and put out dry food which they all ate at the same time. Everybody is out now -- Junie in the castle, Loki on the top perch, and Spirit on the heating pad.

I'm going to go sit on the recliner for a bit to help my back pain. I'll probably be back to read LJ and ML before I go to bed.
20111112, Marilee

Mad Hot Ballroom

This was a fascinating documentary. New York City schools require fifth-graders to learn to dance ballroom and we see them from their disdain at the beginning of class to their exultation of winning or disappointment at losing. The kids, teachers, and dance teachers are interviewed which adds a lot to the film. One of the things that really stood out to me was that even at finals, there were kids who moved and smiled rotely. But there were also kids who clearly had the dance in them and would be moving as long as they could.