Skipping Town

It was so cold today that the kids' school switched to remote learning. Since this is the very beginning of the semester, there wasn't a lot of work to do, so after completing what they were assigned they spent the rest of the day sewing clothes (Greta) and bedazzling things while listening to a Percy Jackson audiobook (Lucia).  My sewing machine may be on its last legs--Greta was having all kinds of problems with it today--and when I looked back on old emails I realized I got it for my birthday from Mom and Dad in 2012. It's 14 years old! I got it that year because I wanted to sew a sleep sack for Lucia's baby doll, which, at 3, she carried everywhere. *sob* It may be time for an upgrade, especially if Greta wants to keep sewing. There were piano lessons and Lucia's tutoring in the evening, and then we heated up a few Trader Joe's meals and watched This Is Us. The house was quiet, a lull between electircal work and continued demo. 

Today was a day off for me and the kids. It was also the day the electricians were here to move an electrical box from the kitchen to the basement. This meant power to a large portion of the house would be shut off, and the entire basement kitchen would be emptied so the new box could go into the closet with the HVAC. Greta was valiantly trying to hand-sew since the sewing machine was not working, and I was trying to clean up my office in uncomfortable dimness. Once Lucia woke up, we decided to just leave the house. We started off with pastries and coffees at Paris Baguette in Shadyside, finding some seats by the front window, and hung out there for a while. After a quick browse at Kards Unlimited, we drove to Target, where the kids were struck by the weird cuteness (?) of mini Fuggler backpack charms. They are strange little plush creatures with realistic human teeth. I bought them each one since the day had the feeling of a snow day--cozy togetherness. Everyone was chatty and in a go...

A relaxing day. The girls and I went to Trader Joe's this morning for some groceries. Since Andrew will be in Brazil all week for work, we picked out a bunch of frozen meals for our dinners. I'm giving myself the grace of pre-made meals this week instead of doing the labor of prepping, cooking, and cleaning up while also going to work every day and doing all the chauffering. Something has to give and what is going to give is cooking. Pad thai! Orange chicken! Pork shumai! Lasagna! Trader Joe's has no shortage of options. There will come a day when I will happily undertake elaborate recipes in an enormous, sparkling new kitchen. That day is not today.  We were home for the rest of the day. Greta continued her intense crafting, turning her attention to upcycling some old jeans. She sewed fabric panels into one pair and wore them the rest of the day, and also made a tote bag out of another pair.  Lucia worked on some homework as well as editing a video she and a friend made at...

Wednesday I got my first fulvestrant injections--two shots, one at the top of each glute. I was a little nervous but they weren't anywhere as bad as I'd feared. It was a relief to finally get this part of the new treatment started. Do your work, powerful meds. Next dose is in two weeks. Thursday, the electricians were here and told me when they arrived that the power would likely be off intermittently. So instead of working from home like I'd planned, I went into the office for the morning. (Andrew played with fire and worked from home.) Andrew picked me up at lunchtime and we had lunch at the club, sitting in front of the fire. Very pleasant. Then I worked from home all afternoon, and the power stayed on.  Thursday evening was the Middle School and Upper School winter chorus concert. Mom and Dad drove in for it and we gathered in the basement afterward to have dessert for Mom's birthday (which is Friday).  Friday was Greta's Middle School dance. She wore a beautifu...

The waiting is the hardest part. Waiting for test results is always excruciating (so excruciating that I've stopped looking at them) but the waiting I'm doing now, for my new treatment to start, is also difficult. I want the new meds IN MY SYSTEM, doing their powerful work. This is known to be a powerful combo, and I just need it to get going. But, good news, on Monday, on my way to a lunch meeting, the gyn-onc nurse called me and said I can start the fulvestrant injections on Wednesday while we wait for insurance approval for the ribociclib. That's great. Glad I can get started with this part.  Tuesday just felt like more waiting. I told Andrew I felt like my eighteen-wheeler was incrementally making its corner turn and he looked at me like I was crazy--he does not really keep up with the daily brilliance of my blog. "I'M the eighteen-wheeler," I said, trying to clarify.  The demo continues. Dust is absolutely everywhere. The cleaners came Tuesday morning (to...

A day of errands and catching up. Greta and I took Nutmeg to her grooming appointment in Bethel Park this morning. We are always amazed at how expertly and easily the volunteers handle the bunnies--for us, trying to pick Nutmeg up is like trying to hold onto a handful of water. After that, the kids and I went to Target, Tous Les Jours, and Giant Eagle. Later in the afternoon, Greta, Farrah, and I went for a walk in Schenley, in the snow. It was very pretty, and very cold--so cold that pebbles had become encased in ice and attached themselves to Farrah's paws. We had to stop a few times and then run her paws under warm water at home to melt them off.   The kids did homework and piano practicing in the evening, and I finally finished Gilmore Girls. I'll watch the reboot next, though I like where the series proper ended, with everyone just on the other side of the cusp of happiness. It was a good finale. 

A day of sports for my sports-loving family. Andrew left the house at 4:00 a.m. to get a flight to Florida to see a football game (and to see his sister, since he didn't get to see her at Christmas). He was excited about this "playoff" football game so I'm glad he got to go. I'm not sure if it's related, but the other day he forced me and the girls to "choose" a football team for some kind of pool. After Andrew read off the team names, most of which we'd never heard of, Greta, deadpan, announced that she'd take the Seahorses, and she's referred to them this way ever since. (I think the actual team name is "Seahawks," which makes even less sense than Seahorses, because at least seahorses are real animals. Is a seahawk just a blustery, masculine, watch-out-or-I'll-tackle-you way of saying "seagull"? Or maybe it's a real creature? I could Google it, but I prefer the uncertainty and the ongoing irritation we can br...

Lo, we have a working dishwasher and garbage disposal in the basement kitchen! Along with demo-ing a lot of drywall today, the workers also moved one of our dishwashers to the basement and installed it (replacing an old, non-working dishwasher) and moved the garbage disposal from our kitchen into our basement kitchen and installed it.  What this means is that our basement kitchen is now more functional than 98% of the kitchens we had in all the apartments and houses we lived in in our twenties and thirties. All of our NYC apartments--no garbage disposals or dishwashers. Our two apartments in Barcelona--neither (we didn't even have an oven in the second one, and only hot plates for a stovetop). Our apartment on P Street in Sacramento--neither. We did have a fully working kitchen in our rented house in Roseville, California. Then back to Brooklyn--neither. Our house in NH--neither. Our house in Maplewood did, of course, have a beautiful kitchen (eventually, after we renovated). Andre...

Demo began in earnest today, and when I got home from work I found an almost completely empty kitchen. All the cabinets, the island, and all the appliances except the refrigerator are gone. We could see notes scrawled on the drywall from the previous renovation thirty years ago. (I'll do a post with photos soon.) The other thing I found from the old kitchen was the only remaining drawer, which a workman had carried down to the basement, and which was filled with POTHOLDERS. Mystery solved! We had forgotten to empty one entire drawer.  We are doing well in our basement kitchen. Andrew and I have resolved not to buy any new food (except for staples like milk and things for the kids' lunches) until we eat everything from the freezer and pantry. We have had very normal meals so far (pierogies, chicken parmesan). Tonight was a little more free-form; the kids had the last of Mom's pasta with cauliflower and carrots (left over from their stay this weekend) and Andrew and I had a r...

This morning I had my appointment with my oncologist at Magee, and we agreed that my new treatment plan will follow Dr. Gershenson's recommendation of fulvestrant + ribociclib. Now we wait for insurance approvals, and then I can begin. My doctor seemed optimistic about getting the approvals, not least because a clinical trial has been studying this very combo for my cancer type. It can't be said loudly enough: Anyone who continues to support and vote republican is actively and directly harming my treatment possibilities and future options for life-saving care. Research funding and clinical trials matter. I am literally impacted by existing and future trials. My ability to get insurance approval for my new treatment, which, without approval, will cost more than $20,000 per month just for the ribociclib, relies on current clinical trials. I'm not sure it's clear to people who aren't very politically engaged that the impact this administration is having on science and ...

The title of this post is a summary of today's searches. As we settle into the basement kitchen, each day brings its own mysteries. Tonight, though "cooking dinner" consisted only of reheating chicken parmesan from the freezer and boiling pasta, it was complicated by the lack of easily-found potholders and colander. The potholders remain missing, but I did find a colander. The tablecloths, though we have several, seem to have disappeared into thin air. They are essential since our basement kitchen table, usually just a craft table but now called into action as a table where we eat, is covered with unremoveable swirls of super glue, candlemaking wax, glitter, resin, and acrylic paint. The workmen came today and prepped for demo. They covered all the floors with heavy planks of cardboard and taped them down securely. They sealed off the doors to the dining room. They sealed off the laundry area but with a zippered opening so we can still get in there when needed. The work h...

Andrew and I flew down to Houston on Sunday so I could meet with my doctor at MD Anderson this morning for a treatment consultation. I feel so fortunate to have access to the expert in this rare cancer. He laid out several treatment options and advised us which he would recommend for me right now, which is a different option than the one my doctor at home recommended. We'll talk to her on Wednesday and determine a path forward, which I imagine will be the new recommendation. This one has fewer side effects but a complicated insurace-approval aspect, but we will persevere.  It's reassuring to hear that there are many treatments. There is currently no "right" order to try them, but trying one doesn't rule out the others. It is, as they say, a journey.  After lunch at Navy Blue in Rice Village, we headed to the airport, where we are currently sitting in the United Club, waiting for our flight. (Just for the record--when we arrived last night we ordered Torchy's T...

With the basement setup nearly complete, today Andrew turned his attention to our wi-fi, a big question mark and issue. The wi-fi whatever whatever is hooked up to some kind of cable in our family room, and now it has to be reconnected to something somewhere else. Andrew explained the issue with a word salad that included words like cable, tower, router, mesh network, wi-fi, internet, TV, and more. This is actually a serious problem because we need to have wi-fi on every floor of our house. My home office is in the attic, Andrew's office and the girls' bedroms (where they do homework) are on the second floor, and our smart TV (which requires wi-fi or cable or something like that to function) is in the basement. Andrew and I work from home quite a bit, and having strong wi-fi is essential.  Anyway, the only phrase that stood out for me in all this as Andrew grimly described the complexity of the project was "mesh network," and I asked a barrage of absurd follow-up ques...

Today we continued moving things out of the kitchen and family room and into the basement. We are at peak inconvenience right now, running up and down the stairs to complete even the smallest task. Ready for lunch? Great--it's in the upstairs fridge. Go down to the basement for a plate. Back upstairs. Oops--I need a serving spoon. Back upstairs. Back downstairs to heat up the food and eat it. Forgot water--back upstairs to fill a glass. Forgot a glass. Back downstairs and then back upstairs and then back downstairs to eat. Back upstairs for the dishwasher. By the end of tomorrow, we'll be fully moved, but today was comical (and annoying).  Lucia spent most of the day hanging out at a friend's house, and Greta spent most of the day doing a puzzle. She has rediscovered a love of puzzling since we gave her a cute puzzle for Christmas and Mom and Dad gave us a puzzle table-top with drawers as a family gift. It is the best. I spent most of the day organizing the kitchen, reading...

Let the 2026 edition of Skipping Town begin. And let us begin with a renovation. Before Molly, Jeremy, and Luca left today, Jeremy helped Andrew move all the furniture out of the family room. This was no small task: two couches, a massively heavy bureau, a large farmhouse table, a leather armchair. Once they left, Andrew did the rest: a glass coffee table (with Greta's help), lamps. Mom and Dad came over in the afternoon to help us with the next phase: moving out all of the plants and all of the contents of every kitchen cupboard.  It took a few hours, but we did it. We have relocated our kitchen and family room entirely to the basement. The plants are now collected in various areas, and I hope they survive this time away from their favorite windows. Andrew and I spent the rest of the day organizing, putting away, storing, arranging. The end result is actually quite cozy and functional. The farmhouse table is in the Long Room, a perfect spot for playing games by the fire. The large...