In honor of Pepper Day 🌶️ I am going to share this not so great picture of a random dried chilli pepper that I found earlier this month on top of the bracket holding the track to one of the drawers inside of our kitchen cabinets.
Another weird gift left behind by the previous owners of our condo.
Although, one could argue, not quite as weird as the random used birthday candle that we found smooshed between a cabinet shelf and its bracket. We assumed that it was serving some purpose and left it be.
All that remains of the dried chilli pepper at this point is that picture though… Here’s hoping it wasn’t serving some mysterious purpose as well.
Curtis and I are gamers. We own six video game systems, including an original N64 that still works despite a pet rabbit that chewed through the video cord many, many years ago. We also game on our phones, tablets and laptops, so if you add those in, we have a total of 12 gaming devices.
The above photo shows all of our video game systems out on display. (Xbox One S, Xbox 360, Wii, Nintendo DS, N64, PS2) Everything around it is a bit of a mess because we were still in the middle of moving into our condo that we had just bought. Unboxing the video game systems that had been in storage for years was a top priority for us though.
For a long time when we lived in Utah we lived in an apartment right next to a shopping plaza that had a GameStop in it. We would walk over to that GameStop regularly and search through their bins and shelves of used games. We built up quite a collection of games for our different systems over the years.
The picture of the binder at the beginning of this post was my solution to how to store all the manuals. I found the stickers on Redbubble and we stuck a bunch of plastic page protectors in there and stuck all the manuals in those so we could easily flip through them and find the one we wanted.
Most games are digital now, but that binder on our bookcase makes me smile every time I see it.
I absolutely had to take this picture earlier this morning because the lighting was just right.
This is one of the objects that I inherited from my Grandma. When I was much younger she used to work for a phone company that now probably no longer exists. I have no idea if this is related to her job at the phone company though.
I interrupted what I had been working on to get the picture before I lost that perfect light. I took a few pictures and then went back to what I was doing.
As I was working on what I had been working on, (updating apps and moving things from internal storage to my SD card) I also spent a good chunk of my morning trying to remember the name of the thing that I just photographed.
I knew that I loved them.
I knew they were a time keeping device.
They also use sand to keep time…
Sand-timer??? That doesn’t sound right…
And so on and so forth for a while until finally the correct name floated up to the surface of my brain.
Although, I’m fairly certain that this tiny version’s sand runs out in far less than an hour… I’m not even sure it lasts a full minute…
So, I had the picture, then I finally had the name… Time to write a blog post…
Only, now my phone needs to restart…
And now it won’t recognize my SD card where my photo in the perfect lighting is stored…
After several more restarts and several failed attempts to just “unmount” the SD card so that I could then “mount” it again (because that has worked in the past) I eventually had to find the little tool to physically remove the SD card from my phone.
I found the tool and ejected the SD card… And apparently the SIM card too because they are apparently in the same tray.
After dropping the SIM card several times while trying to get the tray back into my phone, I finally succeeded in reinstalling my SIM card and my SD card and like magic all my apps (including WordPress) and photos reappeared, and I was finally able to get what was supposed to be simple post written.
While my husband and I were living with my parents after having to unexpectedly move across the country due to sudden job loss, I found these tiny cat shaped sticky notes that live in tiny boxes somewhere online.
They came in a set of 4, so I assembled 2 of them for my Mom and set aside my 2 for when I had my own place again.
I then promptly forgot that they existed.
A little more than 2 months ago Curtis and I moved into the condo we bought. I rediscovered these unassembled cats in boxes after we had been here for well over a month.
I assembled them the best I could using the diagrams (the written directions were in a language I cannot read) and they now live on our built-in bookcase in out Bliving Room.
I love it when past me sends me unexpected presents!
This gorgeous tile work is part of the backsplash above my bathroom sink. It is one of things that I fell in love with when we were first looking at our condo. I hope that you’ll bear with me as I use this photo as a backdrop for a little bit more serious of a post than what I’ve been doing for most of this month.
Ra Avis over at Rarasaur blog did a post a couple of days ago that got me thinking. She chronicled a few of the things that she deals with after having suffered a series of mini strokes about a year and a half ago.
I have not suffered any mini strokes, what I deal with is minor compared to what she deals with. But I was able relate on some extremely small level.
I am Autistic. I made this discovery (that I’ve always known on some level) a little more than a year ago. I am also on several medications for extreme anxiety. The medications help to keep the anxiety at bay (for the most part) but they also do not so great things to my memory, which in itself is anxiety inducing…
Anyway, to the point of this post.
I am a creature of habit.
I figure out a routine for how to do something, and that’s how I do it forever and ever from then on… (Seriously, people will make fun of me for my routines and how precise they are) Until something forces me to change that routine.
Change throws me into chaos. I don’t know how to deal with it. Until I am able to establish a new routine I am the furthest thing from a happy camper.
If I am in the middle of a routine and someone decides to help me and things end up getting done “out of order” I become lost and angry with the person who helped me, even though I know that my anger is unfair.
If I am in the middle of a routine and I get interrupted, I can quite literally have no idea how to proceed.
Here’s a real life example that has happened to me more than once. I am in the process of getting ready to brush my teeth (that’s where the photo above ties in) and something distracts/interrupts me. I turn my attention back to trying to get the toothpaste from the tube to the toothbrush and I have no idea how to make it happen.
I brush my teeth twice a day, everyday. I know how to brush my teeth.
Except when I suddenly don’t anymore because I stopped in the middle of my routine and I don’t know how to proceed. I don’t know which hand does what, how to hold things.
I am lost, scared and confused.
I sometimes have to start over from the beginning so that muscle memory can kick in and I can proceed.
Most people don’t know that I’m Autistic. Some people would catagorize my Autism as “mild”. I hate those sort of labels. I have learned how to appear neurotypical by masking and routines, but how my Autism effects me is anything but mild.
My routines are how I pretend to be a fully functioning adult.
Without them, I am left holding a tube of toothpaste with no idea what to do next.