smoking is bad, mmkay
Feb. 15th, 2008 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanLately every time I ride the subway with Isaac and we hear the loudspeaker say "No smoking please," Isaac asks me what smoking means. This is surprisingly difficult to explain without visual aids. I am sure he has seen people smoking in public, but it just doesn't register with him since it's such a nonevent in his life. I feel like I should be making more of an effort to edumacate him on those occasions when he asks, but you know, it just isn't an issue for us right now. Except that he asks me every time. Probably he will continue asking until he gets a satisfactory answer. I've been thinking that maybe the next time we're out in public and I see someone smoking, maybe I should point it out to him and then I can reference it the next time he asks on the subway. I dunno.
The most recent time was on Wednesday when we were en route to grandma's house so I told him he should ask grandma. In retrospect this was probably a stupid thing to say, but my internal reasoning was a) he's about to spend the entire day on the subway with grandma so it will probably come up again, and b) maybe grandma will have better luck thinking of a good way to explain it than I'm having. Although I fear that if anyone had overheard me saying "ask grandma" they must have thought I was one of those awful moms who don't want to sully themselves with any of the "difficult" conversations. ugh. ah well.
Things are interesting at work this week. Not in the sarcastic sense, really. I'm actually working on some stuff that's actually interesting. Is it sad that I need to specify so carefully when I'm not being sarcastic? ;)
In health news, I feel better today and am about 80% sure that the tiny bit of lingering nausea I feel is a combination of a) psychosomatic and b) hunger. "The guys" at work are going out for lunch today at the Border Cafe (Mexican restaurant next door to the office) and I'm trying to decide whether to go. On the one hand, I love social lunches w/coworkers. On the other hand I'm not crazy about the food. On the third hand I don't have any better ideas.... But at least I feel well enough that I'm not just saying "urgh, sick, must not eat mexican food."
I haven't posted about reading in a bit. That's because I've been working my way verrrrry slooooowly through The Omnivore's Dilemma. It's one of those books that you have to really concentrate on, which means that I can't get through more than a few pages in the time that I'm on the subway going to work, which means that it's taking me a long time to get through it. But it's definitely very interesting and thought-provoking. And I'm finally within sight of the end: only about 70 pages to go (that's about 3-4 workdays' worth, lol, but there's a three-day weekend coming up).
This morning I got email from Baskin-Robbins telling me that it's only a month until my birthday. I am aware of this, thanks. ;) I've been pondering what I want to do for it, but it will probably be low-key. I'm going to a concert with my mom the night before, and will probably not do too much on the actual day (a Sunday) and then will probably take a vacation day for the Monday and stay home and veg out. That's about as ambitious as I get these days. ;)
Meanwhile if my birthday is a month away, that must mean Ruthie's birthday is five weeks away, so I gotta figure out what to do about that too. At 2 she doesn't exactly need a whole huge party, but we gotta do at least something. Must ponder.
The most recent time was on Wednesday when we were en route to grandma's house so I told him he should ask grandma. In retrospect this was probably a stupid thing to say, but my internal reasoning was a) he's about to spend the entire day on the subway with grandma so it will probably come up again, and b) maybe grandma will have better luck thinking of a good way to explain it than I'm having. Although I fear that if anyone had overheard me saying "ask grandma" they must have thought I was one of those awful moms who don't want to sully themselves with any of the "difficult" conversations. ugh. ah well.
Things are interesting at work this week. Not in the sarcastic sense, really. I'm actually working on some stuff that's actually interesting. Is it sad that I need to specify so carefully when I'm not being sarcastic? ;)
In health news, I feel better today and am about 80% sure that the tiny bit of lingering nausea I feel is a combination of a) psychosomatic and b) hunger. "The guys" at work are going out for lunch today at the Border Cafe (Mexican restaurant next door to the office) and I'm trying to decide whether to go. On the one hand, I love social lunches w/coworkers. On the other hand I'm not crazy about the food. On the third hand I don't have any better ideas.... But at least I feel well enough that I'm not just saying "urgh, sick, must not eat mexican food."
I haven't posted about reading in a bit. That's because I've been working my way verrrrry slooooowly through The Omnivore's Dilemma. It's one of those books that you have to really concentrate on, which means that I can't get through more than a few pages in the time that I'm on the subway going to work, which means that it's taking me a long time to get through it. But it's definitely very interesting and thought-provoking. And I'm finally within sight of the end: only about 70 pages to go (that's about 3-4 workdays' worth, lol, but there's a three-day weekend coming up).
This morning I got email from Baskin-Robbins telling me that it's only a month until my birthday. I am aware of this, thanks. ;) I've been pondering what I want to do for it, but it will probably be low-key. I'm going to a concert with my mom the night before, and will probably not do too much on the actual day (a Sunday) and then will probably take a vacation day for the Monday and stay home and veg out. That's about as ambitious as I get these days. ;)
Meanwhile if my birthday is a month away, that must mean Ruthie's birthday is five weeks away, so I gotta figure out what to do about that too. At 2 she doesn't exactly need a whole huge party, but we gotta do at least something. Must ponder.
