SL 612

~ Laura

I did about seven hours of driving yesterday. The thing about driving is that you feel like you’ve run on a treadmill for seven hours, but really you just sat on your ass for seven hours. It’s exhausting, but without the calorie burn. I need to hit the gym this morning. Before I go, here’s what I read in the past hour or two:

A delightful Hamptons book talk with much discussion about the hard work involved with maintaining five homes. The first to go after the revolution.

Some fun .gif maps of the middle class in New York City.

Sir Nicholas Winton saved 669 children during the Holocaust.

Parenting an autistic kids who needs his routines.

We love our Urgent Care center. 

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11 thoughts on “SL 612”

  1. Were there any male Hamptons book talk attendees?

    It seemed like a blast from the past. I’m not convinced some of the “owners” of five houses really “own” them. If you live in a culture which features frequent divorces, with prenuptial agreements, etc, would it not be more accurate to say the women currently manage the homes and family life for the (temporary) husbands?

    As I don’t aspire to the life of a trophy wife, I don’t envy them. And I think it’s particularly hard on the children, who may have to put up with a succession of quasi-parents.

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    1. I don’t think that sort of Hamptons upper class life is in the past. It’s more that it no longer attracts attention. Once upon a time, the tabloid press was full of the doings of such people, and movies portrayed that life as glamorous. Now the tabloids focus on celebrities, and movies glamorize urban creative types.

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      1. I didn’t mean passe, more like a blast from the era of the robber barons–but with less security for the wives.

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  2. Delightful isn’t the word that comes to my mind. Vapid, maybe. Aloe water sounds gross and I don’t think a ‘guy who smokes pot and still gets As’ is all that transgressive.

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  3. I wonder if part of the Urgent Care trend comes from people being unimpressed with their regular doctors. I haven’t had good experiences with mine, so don’t particularly prioritize seeing them rather than going to an Urgent Care. If I’m going to get impersonal and mediocre treatment no matter what, I might as well go for convenience.

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    2. Or just not being set up with a doctor yet.

      I remember being 29ish or 30ish and finding myself in a bind because I had an ear infection and I didn’t have a primary care doctor yet and never really had had a primary care doctor at that point. I’d just been seeing an OB/GYN for my yearly appointments and pregnancies. (I wound up seeing a specialist, but if there had been a conveniently located urgent care, I would have done that.)

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    3. I was just engaging in some quick psychotherapy with my phlebotomist over my aversion to bloodwork, and we traced it back to the time many years ago (early 90s) when I had a UTI and went to an urgent care near my mom’s house. When the doctor I saw found out I was sexually active (even though I was on birth control), he insisted I have a pregnancy test taken via a blood test (!?), and the person who took my blood was so hamhanded at it I passed out. I walked out of there and started going to Planned Parenthood instead for any gyn-related stuff (if I was visiting my mom).

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  4. Plus timing. Most doctors I know work until 4:30 pm only – so many people simply cannot get out of work to see a doctor before the evening. And with kids, at least mine, they always seem to feel ill in the evenings!

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    1. I’ve noticed a trend toward Saturday walk-in clinics at our primary and our pediatrician’s and (at least at the pediatrician’s office) evening hours during the school year. It’s been great for us However, that’s got to be TERRIBLE for the family life of the health providers who get to work those hours.

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  5. The post about the autistic kid was a fascinating read. The mother’s realization that, ten years ago, she wouldn’t have been able to persevere through the mess and worry to take him to get his scone, is helpful to read. We’ve all done something as a parent that, in sober second thought, causes us to wince later and go “that really could have been better handled another way.” We’re lucky if we learn enough to improve as we go forward in life.

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