One of the things that's been happening is that I'm doing somewhat better (at least for now; we don't know about longer-term) on the vertigo front, and so I'm picking up more of the things I wasn't doing because of the vertigo. Some of this is fun: I can drive to have lunch with people sometimes. A lot of it, though, is along the lines of necessities I had to ask for help with before. Last week I ironed my own clothes for the first time in three years. Granted, I tend to pick clothes that don't want ironing, so the sum total of my ironing was one blouse, one skirt, and one dress. But still: on the one hand, it's emblematic of things I can do safely again. On the other hand, it is one more damn thing that needs doing. And really: it is not my mother's natural and proper work, to be perpetually doing my ironing now that I am 32 years old, for heaven's sake. It's a thing she was doing as a favor to me and specifically to make my life easier. And there are bunches of other things like that, with my mom and with various other people, and I feel the need to keep from procrastinating about taking those responsibilities back as I feel able, but sometimes it means that things I could do individually are hard in aggregate.
markgritter hasn't talked about it much, but he has a cough that Will Not Go (he's had it since Labor Day; we're on something like doctor appointment number seven, not with the same doctor or same kind of doctor, so rest assured it is not being ignored), so we're also doing some of the "all right, who will this task be worse for today?" thing with stuff that would not have been a question last year, because it would always have been drastically unsafe to me to do the various things in question. And again: it's really good that I'm seeing progress such that it's sometimes okay for me to do things like shoveling the driveway. It's just that I'm still struggling with some of the effects and side effects, and instead of being drastically unsafe, some of this stuff turns out to be exhausting and time-consuming. Also I'm still in the mode where I'm having to use exercise to deal with effects/side effects. I don't talk about this much, because it tends to freak people out, but I am still having to work out between an hour and a half and two hours every single day in order to get food in me, in order to deal with the nausea and lack of appetite. Lately several people in my extended social (and professional!) circle have been making posts about their diet and exercise towards weight loss, and I have felt constrained from talking about my own habits, because when you're not a large person, it's very easy to be misinterpreted as being obsessive for cosmetic reasons on something like this, or feeling that everybody else should do this ridiculous thing, which they totally shouldn't. Actually I am just obsessive about being able to eat daily, and more than once a day at that, and we've got the doctors in the loop on this one, and this really is the best option we can figure out towards that goal: metric tons of exercise and ginger tea. It's just an option that takes a lot of my time and, it turns out, a fair amount of my energy. (Anyone care to hear me talk about DVDs more regularly, though? Silver lining of sorts.)
I suppose it's possible that people who have been dealing with major illnesses or injuries sometimes get better all at once and reliably, but that's not what's happening here. Better than no hope of progress for sure, and don't think I don't know it. It's just a very non-trivial set of things to balance.
There's also been a lot of good time-consuming stuff. For example, I'm doing major revisions on two books at once, and they're both going really well. It just takes time, and it hasn't been in a mode that prompts lots of lj commentary this time around. I will say that my Kindle is so nice for reading drafts to polish them. Highly portable, does not bother my eyes when I'm overdosing on screen time, different format than word processor...generally a good thing. I'm also planning a small get-together that's more themed/organized than most parties and comes with co-hosts, and there seem to be short stories that want page proofs read and short stories that want submissions done and short stories that want finishing, and I'm helping timprov with something he's trying to see if it helps relieve some of his worse symptoms, and there are a lot of my near and dear getting born or married around this time or year, so celebrations and presents are called for there, and I seem to be back in a mode where I cook a lot and cook experimentally some, and there's my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it.
Other people have posted a bit about some of the fun stuff, but I had the urge to say more, because three concerts in seven days is kind of a thing.
First markgritter and I went to the symphony, where I heard my first Kalevi Aho piece I did not like. It turns out "I wonder what noises I can make a clarinet do" is not a very Mrissish mode for a concerto. This is more surprising than it would have been a few years back, because "I wonder what noises I can make a trombone do" was a perfectly Mrissish mode for a symphony, when it was Aho doing it. Still, there was some interesting plot to the Prokofiev, and I like hanging out with markgritter even when I am scowling at someone else.
Then timprov and alecaustin and I went to the Josh Ritter concert at First Ave. I still hate First Ave., but it went all right this time, and Josh is really really good in concert. This time he did more than half of the stuff the three of us sang together in music circle at Fourth Street, which made it particularly special for me. Getting to belt out "Empty Hearts" with them and the rest of the audience: really very fine. I mean, there were other good parts of the concert than the things we had done at 4th St., but...I like those. A lot. And so do Alec and Tim, and so it was all very good. Josh didn't play anything like all of the songs he does that I like, but it turns out that when someone is able to do that, it usually means that they don't have enough songs (or not enough songs I like!), so I have decided that it's a good thing when there's stuff left out. Leaves more for next time.
He did not sing "Snow Is Gone," for some reason. Oh, snow. Our driveway is such an evil mess at the moment.
I don't know whether to say who we went to see last night and ruin timprov's 20 Questions game, but it doesn't look like anybody is getting it. We bought tickets because the opening act, Meg Hutchinson, looked promising, and in fact she was good. And it was delightful to be sitting next to her family of some sort--children or godchildren or niece and nephews or something. There was an almost-3-year-old girl who called in a high piping voice, "Good job, Meggie!" after the applause from one song had died down, and there was a boy Rob's age who kept subconsciously forgetting that he didn't actually know me, so I'd end up with a little head on my shoulder, and then he'd remember and jerk away, embarrassed, and then a few minutes later it'd happen again. Apparently I smelled like a familiar and comforting grown-up? I don't know. But it was fine, it amused and charmed me. (There was also another brother a bit older but still definitely a kid.)
Then the kids went home--it was the little one's bedtime--and Cheryl Wheeler came out to do the main show. We had barely heard of Cheryl Wheeler and were not at all clear what kind of thing she did, except that it was the kind of thing that did not go too dreadfully amiss with either Meg Hutchinson or The Cedar. And the answer is that she makes me laugh until I cry. Also she sings folk songs of her own devising, some of them serious and others not, but the between-song patter was by itself worth the price of admission. She's definitely going on our short "see her whenever she's in town" list. (It helps that this kind of music is not likely to be costing $150/ticket, so seeing her whenever she's in town will by no means blow large portions of the budget.)
In non-concert mode again, alecaustin brought us a copy of Summer Wars, and we all watched it together. I recommend it pretty highly. If you've seen The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, it's made by the same guy. (Even if you haven't.) And in both cases I felt there were some bits of silliness combined with some really solid bits of psychology/characterization, and both were really good fun. I'll be keeping an eye out for more Mamoru Hosoda stuff after this.
And it's that time of year again--reveritas and laurel will know what I mean--time to watch Bull Durham sometime. And also that time of year again--lotusice and leahbobet and pnkrokhockeymom and--damn, I have a lot of hockey girls--will know what I mean: time to peer with dubious hope at the hockey.
Not to mention that I have to keep calling Sons of Norway to tell them not to harass my mother on my behalf, which, seriously. Seriously.
I don't think that's even close to everything, but it's what I've got for now.