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Lydster: fixing up the house

Washington County, 2:30 a.m.

Much to our astonishment, our daughter decided to start fixing up the house. One notorious area involved the second-floor landing. There was a whole bunch of miscellaneous crap, and iterations of it have been there for years.

My wife and I decided someday we ought to do something about it. Well, our daughter decided that “someday” had arrived in January. But she wasn’t going to do it alone. While my wife was at a work training event on a Saturday, my daughter and I went through everything, item by item, and sorted, shredded, and tossed.

Within about an hour, we got it down to one big container, which turned out to be her books and other childhood items. It was so heavy that even she couldn’t carry it up the stairs – and she is quite strong. So she got three boxes, separated the items, and we carried them up to the attic.

There’s a space that was designated for her stuff. Of course, we had to rearrange the attic well enough to GET to the space. The Christmas stuff had not been put away from Christmas 2024, so we had to tackle those items first.

The landing is not empty, though. It has a basket full of reusable bags I utilize for trash, a small bookcase for my oversized books, the vacuum cleaner, and a spot for Stormy to hang out. But it’s tidy.

My office

I had started cleaning my office in September, and, actually, it was a whole lot better than it had been, but not up to her standards. We spent an extraordinary amount of time sorting things into various bins. I was exhausted by the end of it, but not only did it look a whole lot better, but I also found things that I had been missing.

Moreover, she decided to hang the pictures that had been sitting in our living room downstairs. There was a stack of framed items against the wall near the television. It was really boring to see them because they’d been there seemingly forever.

A couple items we got for our wedding 26 years ago. Back in 2012, my wife said we should paint the living room walls, then put up some pictures. The painting happened, but the pictures never got put up then.

The daughter decided to rectify this, and not just in the living room, but also in the hallways, and notably in my office. One of them was a picture I bought: Chuck Miller’s 2020 photograph, Washington County, 2:30 a.m., still in its packaging. It’s up with my Lennon photo c. 1972, and a Beach Boys photo that I received when I retired in 2019.

The painting, The Bookworm, I got from my late father-in-law’s belongings. I didn’t realize the joy of having stuff on my walls.

Lydster: home for the holidays

“That’ll do, Pig. That’ll do.”

This past year, I particularly enjoyed the Daughter being home for the holiday. I attribute this to two primary factors. One was that she was away for an extended period last year, from early February to mid-June, while studying at the University of Cape Town in South Africa.

The other is that, in part because she had gone abroad, she had a different perspective. For instance, we were having a conversation about genericization, as one does. She noted that in South Africa, when one refers to toothpaste, they usually say Colgate. It’s like Americans say “Kleenex” for tissue paper, “Band-Aid” for bandages, or “Xerox” for a copier.

Famous quote

For some reason, my daughter said, “That’ll do, Pig. That’ll do.” I assumed she was referring to the 1995 movie Babe, spoken by taciturn farmer Farmer Hoggett (James Cromwell) after the title porcine does what it does.

But no! She was referring to dialogue in the animated series Gravity Falls (2012-2016) by Dipper (Jason Ritter) after the pig Waddles saves him from embarrassment.

Television/video

The Daughter has been a big fan of Crash Course, a YouTube series hosted by Hank and John Green. I recall she used several videos about the French Revolution when she was in high school. But she also checked out videos about geology.

She turned me onto Big History, which is “the history of everything. We’re going to start with the Big Bang, take you right through all of history (recorded and otherwise).”

On her own, she tends to watch some television which she knows I think are trash. And she doesn’t disagree, but she finds them sociologically interesting.

This fall, I was watching long enough that she asked me to guess the title. “TikTok Moms?” Based on the show’s history, it was not a bad guess. It was actually the Secret Lives of Mormon Wives. This got my wife to watch it briefly because two of the Wives were on Dancing With The Stars this season, which she watches devotedly.

Cooking

There is a lot more food in our refrigerator when the Daughter is home. Part of it has to do with her being a pescatarian, which means she makes her own meals a lot.

The other is that she likes to bake, usually with her good friend Kay. She wasn’t always great at cleaning up, as the cutting board above shows.

It was nice to have her home.

Lydster: unsent photo

Ho, ho, ho!

Here’s the story of the unsent photo.

I’ve stated many times that one of the primary reasons I started blogging was because I was terrible at keeping track of my daughter’s first couple of years in that baby book that almost every parent is gifted, including us. You know, the date of the first step, the first tooth. I do recall that she began cruising before she reached eight months; that was a term I had never heard before becoming a parent.

My wife and I were also awful at sending out Christmas cards. But we figured: Hey, we have a new baby! Surely, this will be the opportunity to send out cards with the information about our addition to the family.

Moreover, they were taking pictures at my house of worship for the church directory. This was the perfect time to take advantage of this confluence.

Seasonal failure

And yet… and yet, somehow we never really sent this photo and card, probably taken in October or November of her first year, out for Christmas, even though the cards were printed in plenty of time. So basically, we sucked at sending out Christmas cards even when we should have been highly motivated. A few family members MAY have gotten the picture, although I am not at all certain.

In fact, we sent out Christmas cards in either 2022 or 2023, quite possibly for the first time as a family, and our daughter was already an adult by that point.

So consider this an extremely belated Merry Christmas from us, new parents, and our little child, who’s not so little anymore.

The 24 Dec main meal

Christmas eve pancakes 2025

Finally, here’s our Christmas Eve linner or dunch or sunch or lupper, or whatever you eat at c 3:45 pm when you have to be at church at 6 p.m. The daughter designed pancakes with blueberry eyes and a raspberry nose. The bacon antlers were skipped on her meal.

The candy cane was alternating banana and strawberry slices.

Lydster: peanuts!

immunotherapy?

Peanuts! As I noted, our daughter developed a tree nut and peanut allergy. We discovered this when she was about 2 1/2 and had a cookie served by someone else.

1440 had a helpful summary. According to a study published in Pediatrics, “new food allergies in the US have dropped 36% in 10 years. The drop follows a 2015 landmark trial on peanuts and shifting national guidance on early introduction to food allergens.” Ah, if it had only been available a decade or sooner.

Wow. “About 60,000 children have avoided developing peanut allergies after guidance first issued in 2015 upended medical practice by recommending introducing the allergen to infants starting as early as 4 months.” I’ve seen stories on the evening news, but without sufficient detail. This is REALLY interesting to me.

My wife, daughter, and I have asked restaurant servers about their processes. Some places provide more diligence than others; you can immediately sense it.

“Researchers analyzed electronic health records for roughly 125,000 children from 48 pediatric practices across the US. They looked at cohorts of children ages 0-3 before and after a 2015 trial found that feeding peanut products to babies cut their allergy risk by over 80%.” This is great news.

“Guidance was updated to encourage early introduction of peanuts to high-risk children; today, parents are encouraged to introduce peanuts and eight other common allergens to children, regardless of risk level.” High risk includes kids with severe eczema.

“By 2020, an estimated 57,000 fewer children developed food allergies alongside the evolving recommendations. Read the complete study here.”

I can’t help but wonder how that would have worked out if we knew then what we know now.

Treatment

There is also a Peanut Allergy Treatment. “In recent years, peanut immunotherapy has emerged as a treatment option. It is for adults and most children.

“Peanut allergy immunotherapy is a treatment that focuses on building tolerance to peanuts. It desensitizes the body to the allergen.

“The treatment starts with a tiny amount of peanut protein, then gradually increases to larger amounts until a target dose is reached. Building up peanut exposure desensitizes the patient to higher doses of peanut protein.

“Peanut allergy immunotherapy is a treatment, not a cure. It is designed to reduce the frequency and severity of allergic reactions. This includes life-threatening anaphylaxis.”

We haven’t talked about this. However, she had a couple of scares in South Africa, where the labeling was not as robust as in the United States. If she wanted to start treatment, I would hope it would be while she’s still on my insurance for the next few years.

Lydster: Driver’s license

Let’s go to the whatever!

The daughter wanted a driver’s license in the summer of 2024. She studied the driver’s manual thoroughly and got her driver’s permit. Then she took the mandated five-hour course on August 18th (the date becomes relevant), but there just wasn’t enough time for her to get enough reps to drive, much to her disappointment.

She was away at college in the fall of 2024. During winter break, she drove a bit. But she was in South Africa in the spring of 2025. So she spent a goodly part of the summer of 2025 wheedling her mother to give her opportunities to drive. “Oh, let’s buy the groceries. Let’s go to the farmers’ market. Why don’t we visit Grandma? Let’s go to the whatever. The daughter would drive, and my wife would be in the passenger seat. I generally was home because I hate being in the back seat; it kills my knees.

My wife is a quite good driver but we didn’t know how her teaching the daughter to drive would go. Pretty darn well, it seems.

The test

We all agreed that she should get a professional driver to give her one lesson in case my wife missed sharing something. My daughter tried to schedule it in late July, but the guy postponed it to August 3rd, the day before she would take her driver’s test. This made her anxious. The driving instructor was a little prickly, which put her in a bit of a funk.

She got over it. The next day, she took the driving test in downtown Albany and passed it with flying colors! She really wanted to get the license before August 18 so that she didn’t have to retake the five-hour course.

She doesn’t have a car, though. Well, technically, she does. My wife’s previous car was lent to her niece, Alexa, in New York City. But with expenses for the trip to South Africa and the increase in the money we have to spend for college this coming year, there’s no money to put another car on the road. But, you know, when she graduates next spring and makes oodles of money, she may have a car, albeit used.

For the remainder of August, before she returned to college, she had the “privilege” of moving the car because we have alternate-side street parking. She bought some groceries and did some other chores for the family.

I’m very proud of them. My wife is an excellent driver, and my wife is obviously a good teacher.