Oh god, neither my slugbrain nor the cats got the memo about the timechange. Nor that it was Sunday (brain.) Trying bed again.

sara, it's not structured. They have a facilitator in the recording area with you who is doing sound and keeping time. That person can ask a question or two for clarification, otherwise it's either an interview where one person asks and the other answers questions or a more organic conversation.

In our case, we started with what remember from the day the kids were born and we meandered from there. My experience and Katie's are so different that it was interesting. There were definitely things she said that I hadn't thought about or had heard but hadn't understood before. For example, my OB never told me how bad the odds were for the kids to live after being delivered, but she told K that it would most likely go down with the baby crying and then the baby would most likely die. In some ways I'm luckier that I didn't have to deal with the burden of that knowledge at the time and I was in denial land about how tragic this all was. I've escaped much of the PTSD around it where K hasn't.

sara, it's not structured. They have a facilitator in the recording area with you who is doing sound and keeping time. That person can ask a question or two for clarification, otherwise it's either an interview where one person asks and the other answers questions or a more organic conversation.

In our case, we started with what remember from the day the kids were born and we meandered from there. My experience and Katie's are so different that it was interesting. There were definitely things she said that I hadn't thought about or had heard but hadn't understood before. For example, my OB never told me how bad the odds were for the kids to live after being delivered, but she told K that it would most likely go down with the baby crying and then the baby would most likely die. In some ways I'm luckier that I didn't have to deal with the burden of that knowledge at the time and I was in denial land about how tragic this all was. I've escaped much of the PTSD around it where K hasn't.

Oh wow. That must have been really intense, all these years later.

My parents did one a few years ago, that I still haven't heard.

Yesterday on the phone my mother literally said to me, "I just want you to be rich!" The context was, how much house we could afford and balancing competing financial pressures (like college and retirement).

Last night I called to talk to my stepfather (a dentist) about some concerns I have about orthodonture, and this morning my mother called me up to tell me a story about a woman we knew who died of a heart attack very young, at about 35. Apparently my mother's last conversation with this woman included her ranting about how orthodonture had damaged her daughter's tooth enamel. My mother said I need to be less of a type A personality or I might have a heart attack. I pointed out that I was not very sure that any scientific studies identified personality type as a factor in heart attack potential. We then had this lovely exchange: Her: "How's your cholesterol?" Me: "Fine." Her: "Really? [like, tone like I must be lying] Mine's always been high." Me: "Well, you know, you and I are actually separate people."

mr. flea's comment, after I got off the phone, "The thing is, she honestly thinks that phone call was her being helpful to you."

My mother, people.

Thanks, Kat. Yeah, that must've been...

And the reason I don't go back to sleep after waking up ridiculously early: I finally got back to sleep, but was so out I slept all through the morning news (though, was there a piece on drones? Because there was a fucked up dream about that!)

Ah well, up and time to go to the store.

flea, that sounds incredibly familiar.

Timelies all!

Quiet day today. Weekly groceries run, but nothing else planned.

Timelies!

I managed to "sleep in" to my normal waking up time, so, extra hour of sleep! That's not bad.

I think today is going to be all about laundry. What with one thing and another there is an awful lot of it to be done, so everything else goes on a backburner. I've already walked the dog, which was nice for both of us, and I might go ahead and feed the birds while I'm thinking about it, but then it's all laundry all day.

Eta: although feeding the birds reminded me that I really should mow the lawn. I need another day in my weekend.

My mother, people.

I am familiar with this feeling.

Burrell, if you are coming in for MLA and would like to get together, let me know.