Remembering
Nov. 20th, 2010 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheToday was Transgender Day of Remembrance and we didn't do anything to mark it. We got up and went out shopping and I just intermittently though of how I have my daughters with me and Andrea Waddell's parents don't.
I can't say I remember Andrea because I never knew her, only of her. But I thought of her often today, and everyone else. And when I got home and logged on for the first time, I read all the names and dates on that website because, well, it was all I could think of to do.
We got the girls' feet measured; Linnea has gone up a width fitting but not in the length so she's in the Crocs I bought in a sale ages ago and has cheap non-leather horrible things for Girls' Brigade. Emer is still ok in the same boots she's had for 6 months. And since Rob was there, we had him measured too. He has wide feet. Is he a G? No. An H? No. Rob is an I width fitting, which the fitter had never seen before. And there's a whole-size difference in the length, in his feet.
So we went to Altimus and he got special shoes with special insoles and maybe now his feet won't hurt so much and his back will be better. (We tried Clarks, they looked at the shoes he had on, said "Oh no, those aren't extra wide feet," and told him to look at the stock they had out. The shoes he had on are wide-fit Eccos and give him blisters where his toes chafe because they're squeezed together. Uhuh.
We tried to find Linnea a swimsuit but failed. The girls went on the carousel and I bought sewing machine needles.
Basically, we did town-centre shopping on a Saturday close to Christmas and survived. Father Christmas showed up in John Lewis when we were totally sick of shoe-fittings, the carousel showed up when we'd failed to get a swimsuit in the right size, the staff of Altimus know us all by name even though we haven't been there since we finished getting camping kit years ago, Rob won't need new shoes for at least another year...
... and when we got home, the family from across the road popped in for tea and cake and there were babies and toddlers and children everywhere. Rob cooked a lovely dinner and bathed the big girls, having told me to sit down because apparently I'm visibly wobbling from tiredness, and now he's making cakes for our party.
Astrid is teething like crazy, with no teeth to show for it. Linnea and Emer compete over who gets to have their fingers bitten. Linnea tries to interact with Astrid as the adults do and Emer tries to interact with adults as Astrid does.
It's not often the Dad from the family over the road pops in - this may have been the first time, in fact - but it was nice. Their house is calmer and more spacious than ours, though. We are probably cramped and chaotic by comparison.
Tomorrow we hope to get shelving for a few places in the house, mainly 200mm x 18mm boards in various lengths. The book situation is getting critical. Again.
I can't say I remember Andrea because I never knew her, only of her. But I thought of her often today, and everyone else. And when I got home and logged on for the first time, I read all the names and dates on that website because, well, it was all I could think of to do.
We got the girls' feet measured; Linnea has gone up a width fitting but not in the length so she's in the Crocs I bought in a sale ages ago and has cheap non-leather horrible things for Girls' Brigade. Emer is still ok in the same boots she's had for 6 months. And since Rob was there, we had him measured too. He has wide feet. Is he a G? No. An H? No. Rob is an I width fitting, which the fitter had never seen before. And there's a whole-size difference in the length, in his feet.
So we went to Altimus and he got special shoes with special insoles and maybe now his feet won't hurt so much and his back will be better. (We tried Clarks, they looked at the shoes he had on, said "Oh no, those aren't extra wide feet," and told him to look at the stock they had out. The shoes he had on are wide-fit Eccos and give him blisters where his toes chafe because they're squeezed together. Uhuh.
We tried to find Linnea a swimsuit but failed. The girls went on the carousel and I bought sewing machine needles.
Basically, we did town-centre shopping on a Saturday close to Christmas and survived. Father Christmas showed up in John Lewis when we were totally sick of shoe-fittings, the carousel showed up when we'd failed to get a swimsuit in the right size, the staff of Altimus know us all by name even though we haven't been there since we finished getting camping kit years ago, Rob won't need new shoes for at least another year...
... and when we got home, the family from across the road popped in for tea and cake and there were babies and toddlers and children everywhere. Rob cooked a lovely dinner and bathed the big girls, having told me to sit down because apparently I'm visibly wobbling from tiredness, and now he's making cakes for our party.
Astrid is teething like crazy, with no teeth to show for it. Linnea and Emer compete over who gets to have their fingers bitten. Linnea tries to interact with Astrid as the adults do and Emer tries to interact with adults as Astrid does.
It's not often the Dad from the family over the road pops in - this may have been the first time, in fact - but it was nice. Their house is calmer and more spacious than ours, though. We are probably cramped and chaotic by comparison.
Tomorrow we hope to get shelving for a few places in the house, mainly 200mm x 18mm boards in various lengths. The book situation is getting critical. Again.
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Date: 2010-11-20 11:59 pm (UTC)The rotten thing is, so am I, so the children are dooooooooooooomed.
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Date: 2010-11-21 01:57 am (UTC)*nod* That was what I did, too.
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Date: 2010-11-21 09:01 am (UTC)