Oh, the 1990s...

I've been reading some fic set in the mid 1990s, written by kids a generation younger than me. And the time travel kids from the 1970s have just handed someone a book on parenting a traumatized child. And know how to help someone through an anxiety or panic attack.

Children, teenagers mostly didn't call it a panic attack back then. It would be "freaking out", or maybe some kind of slur about a different medical condition. Teenagers with mental health stuff that wasn't 100% under control worried about getting stuffed into some inpatient situation, generally.

I'm glad for the serious strides behavioral health has made in the intervening 30 years! It's great! My very name is cringe bordering on a slur in some areas! But oh wow, holy generation gap, Batman.

a day or so

* My friend lb had a bad experience with some non-alcoholic wine, which the restaurant tried to charge him $251 for.
* Due to this, I realized we do have Sangria Senorial (more than one bottle) in our soda stash; if I asked for it at a restaurant and they sent someone to the "dollar" store for it, even with 100% markup it would only be $2.51.
* I have been doctoring glasses of it with orange sections from a cup, and the good cherries in syrup, for a more sangria-like experience.
* Cinnamon rolls.
* I have been attempting to update my seasonal wish list by priority and with context. Technology is making this less easy.
* First nail polish of the season: translucent white with blue-purple iridescent shimmer, with pale blue as an accent color and white iridescent glitter. One eight-pointed snowflake sticker. (Which are basically tiny window clings that you then paint over with top coat.)
* Appointment with oncology social worker; mentioned the grief that is still fresh from 2016. And the things that I do have the power to do.
* Returned the moldy-before-shelf-pull-date sourdough rolls to Costco.
* While talking to norabombay.
* Who had gone out for the essentials to tide her through a nasty cold, including chicken tenders.
* There were no hot-to-go chicken tenders at Safeway.
* They did have potato wedges.
* TJ's did not have many of the things we usually have for Dim Sum Thursday, alas.
* FOUND my favorite little knife sharpener, which had been wedged into an invisible spot behind other kitchen stuff including my rarely-moved stand mixer
* also found a small brick of golden curry in the same place
* improvised a snarky song about the finding of the knife sharpener, to the tune of Dona Nobis Pacem; I think my elementary school choir teacher and my Fine Arts Camp poetry teacher would both be proud (though possibly for different reasons)
* sharpened my favorite scissors