Cameron and his friend Aly’s giggles as they scampered around the shopping carts at Caper’s, while Heidi (a single-mama friend of mine) and I got caught up. They climbed into baskets, then each pulled another over their heads so they were sitting in boxes that resembled pet carriers, and howled with giggles.
Beginning to piece together a grand plan for kicking some butt gearing up a management plan in the lab. It’s a mess, and while a few people do a lot of cleanup work, and some do their share, there’s still a whole lot of unwashed flasks, crusty-dried media and sludge in the suction apparatus, unidentifiable powders around the scales, garbage left everywhere, benchcoat ripped and stained … and I don’t even want to think about the state of the EtBr area. There’s a multi-tiered plan in motion. Some people are gonna hate me. They’re going to have to cope.
Finally finding a source for acetonitrile. Yep, there’s a world-wide shortage of the stuff, and our usual source is only supplying a ration of 25% of our usual order. But their direct competitor has stock. Enough that their rep was comfortable saying that they can supply us with our needs! Now, they’re playing a little hardball. We have to agree to switch to them as a supplier for some other items that we currently purchase from our usual acetonitrile supplier. No big deal, as the competitor has better prices for a number of comparable items, and we were looking at switching anyway.
I called Nana while Cameron watched his Leapfrog video tonight. I want to hold onto that conversation in my memory, tuck it away to savour it. It’s not that we discussed anything monumental, it’s not that anything spectacular happened. It’s just that it was Nana, with more clarity than she’s had on the phone in some time, she was more responsive, she asked questions, and she had the energy to chat for a much longer time than usual. It was just a good, relaxed, catch-up chat. She got a little confused when I told her Mom, Cameron and I will drive from here to visit her next trip – “Drive? From Ottawa? Isn’t that a little far?” She doesn’t seem distressed about the loss of vision in one eye. She doesn’t seem distressed that she needs a new fancier wheelchair with better support. She sounded so happy I’d called, when I told her, “I was missing you today, Nana, so I thought I’d call you.”
I knitted two more rows while Cameron struggled to stay awake in his bed. That makes four, and wonder of wonders I still have the same number of stitches as I started with. My goal here is to get comfortable with the stitches (so far just knitting, next will be purling), and work out the tension so the stitches are even. And the idea of a knitting get-together post-brunch I love! The kids will play together I’m sure, and we can knit! I so want to make a sweater for Cameron – I think I have a relatively easy pattern, just need yarn!
I dreamed of marshmallows last night. Instant hot chocolate, the kind with the marshmallows included – but they always dissolve into froth immediately. In my dream though they were big and pouffy, and snipped into rabbit shapes like Mom used to do. It was a happy, pleasant-surprise kind of dream.
Sitting and enjoying a mug of warm milk, with a happy purring just-fed-treat-food Nimoo-kitty on my lap. End of the day. Bedtime.