Mute
Posted by Carrie on 17 Nov 2008 | Tagged as: Completely random, Food and drink, Gabriel
Some days, I have absolutely nothing to say – nothing worth saying, nothing worth the effort of opening my mouth to utter. Frequently, on these days, I actually get annoyed with having to speak at all, or at least with having to come up with original words. Gabe just sat on my lap for a good ten minutes, guffawing while I read him knock-knock jokes (that he almost certainly didn’t understand, but inflection is everything), and that was fine, but ask me if we have any orange juice, and I can’t be bothered to even get to the point of “yes” or “no.” I’d rather just get up and pour.
I got myself an electric blanket a few days ago. Twin-sized, since Eric has diabetes and isn’t supposed to use them, so it only covers my half of the bed. From one angle, it was a very good buy, since I’m almost always freezing and the blanket make me feel toasty and warm and (strangely) loved and cuddled. On the other hand, I really don’t want to do anything except stay there under it all the time now. I’m sitting here in front of the computer, wishing like heck for evening and bedtime to get here now. And it’s not even as though I could do any daytime work from my bed, either, since once that heat starts working, I go all beautifully semi-comatose.
I’d have made a good bear. Mmmmm, hibernation.
Took the boys to the cheap theater this weekend to see Wall-E; Sam had already seen it, but Gabe has been afraid of theaters (the darkness and noise, I think) for a while now and could only just be cajoled into going there this time. He spent the first segment of the movie asking, “Is it going to be scary now?” over and over, and the second segment was full of, “Hey! This isn’t scary at all!” The ending confused him a little bit, and he keeps asking the same questions over and over (and over) as he processes it, but I think his theater phobia might be over. Of course, the large popcorn didn’t hurt that at all; he ate most of the tub himself, double-handing it as fast as he could, despite Eric’s efforts to slow him down.
Hmm, popcorn. Might be time to make some popcorn balls again!
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I do have to keep chanting my little mantra to...
on 17 Nov 2008 at 3:27 pm
Kate said …
Just out of curiosity, why are diabetics not supposed to use electric blankets?
on 17 Nov 2008 at 3:33 pm
Carrie said …
Has to do with circulation. Diabetics frequently have poor circulation in their lower extremities, so they could get burns and not realize it.
on 17 Nov 2008 at 3:53 pm
hannah said …
Poor Eric
Diabetes is a mean illness.
The popcorn balls sound so good. I love them with marshmallows
We grew up only having them made with corn syrup but yes, the jello 
Fruity. Lovely colors for kids and nice tangy fruitiness.
I haven’t had one in years.
I wonder if your constant chill has something to do with, well, something internal/glandular?
Of course it could just be the fact that you’ve lost an entire person in weight and your body hasn’t adjusted to that loss of fat!