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Strawberries and other food thoughts
We’re in the midst of a wonderful season for strawberries at the moment. Apparently it’s been the best growing season we’ve had in years. I’ve been buying large punnets lately and I’m nearing the end of the last one. I’ll probably have to buy more tomorrow and only hope I can get the same good price I’ve had on the last few. I also planted four strawberry plants in pots outside our kitchen. I’m determined to have a decent homegrown crop this year.
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Left-handed guitar
We finally were notified that the guitar ordered last Saturday had come in today. The Scientist took Game Fanatic to pick it up this afternoon. About an hour later I got a call from Game Fanatic, an extremely rare occurrence. He wasn’t terribly coherent and kept saying something about a left-handed guitar. The Scientist got on the phone and said the one that had come in turned out to be a left-handed guitar. They had been given the option of ordering again or of taking the floor model with a whopping $20 off. We decided it was time to request a refund and said goodbye.
About an hour and a half later, they walked in, Game Fanatic carrying a guitar case. It turns out when the Scientist requested a refund, the sales assistant spoke to the manager, who took the guy upstairs and showed him a stack of guitars. The sales assistant apologised and so Game Fanatic did get his guitar after all.
I’m glad it all worked out but we won’t be going back to this shop again.
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Blood work
During a pediatrician visit in August last year, I was given a pathology form to request two blood tests on the Lego lover. One was for chromosome karyotyping and the other was one for fragile X. These are standard tests now done when a child is diagnosed with autism in this state whereas it wasn’t when LL was diagnosed four years ago. It’s unlikely fragile X is anything of concern so it will rule it out. The chromosome thing might reveal something or it might not.
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Trauma
I tried to cut the Lego Lover’s hair a couple nights ago but I quit in frustration after about an hour. I can’t cut hair and he was too wriggly and I wasn’t up to spending hours on his hair as I’ve done in the past. I told him we were going to the barber. He wasn’t happy about it but eventually accepted it (after a meltdown, of course).
I took both boys yesterday afternoon. LL was first and the hair stylist wasn’t very good, in my opinion. She was impatient and rough with him. This might have been partially my fault for not briefing her more appropriately on LL but I still think she was pretty poor. LL was in major stress by the end. I spent the whole time just tyring to get through it but I wish that I had just shouted at her to behave professionally with her customer. Fortunately the torture only lasted about ten minutes. I think it seemed far longer to both of us.