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Mar. 29th, 2022 10:17 pmMother survived yet another surgery - this time around on her left knee. I think it's her left knee, the opposite knee from the hip that she had massive surgery on last year. She had to get a full knee replacement, the arthritis in the knee got so bad that it was bone on bone. The surgeon was amazed she made it this far on that knee, stating she really needed the surgery - and thought she was a real trooper.
Brother texted me that she was okay. He'd gone down to help her out. He's staying a week. (He drives (I do not) and he's retired for the most part, with not as many responsibilities or rather he's more flexible.
Bro: She's doing good, alert, chatty. Very chatty.
Me: LOL! Well, you'll get caught up on all of the gossip on Hilton Head and in the family.
Bro: Eesh.
Me: LOL!
Mother said he'd been very patient with her.
Niece is arriving home (back in the US) tomorrow - her mother switched her flight to Wed, because the teachers are on strike again in Britain, so they got out a week early for spring break. They get an entire month off.
Her mother is in the city tonight attending a British - African Hip Hop Concert that she couldn't get any of her friends to go to. So she's going by herself. My brother said it's going to be my tiny Jewish/Italian/Cherokee by way of Ireland sister-in-law in a room with a bunch of huge black men. (I doubt it - hip hop is fairly diverse.) I don't know which band it is - just that they aren't here very often and she couldn't pass up the chance to see them in person.
Meanwhile I can't even get myself to go out to eat with Wales, let alone a movie, or theater date. I'm also still wearing a mask everywhere. Most folks are, although quite a few aren't. A lot of my co-workers have stopped wearing them now. There's just a handful of us who refuse to stop. Everyone does on public transportation at least - except for a handful of folks who don't - there's always been a handful. I see more and more of them. Yesterday and this morning, I found myself sitting next to them.
It unnerves me, but it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. My super's no longer wear them, and many of the folks in my building don't. I get it.
I know why - they don't. It's not simple, it's complicated. But I feel more comfortable wearing my KF94's and KN95's. I don't get sick when I wear them.
At work, I had a lengthy chat with Ali the lawyer/engineer. She's both. Double Trouble. Actually, I like her. We were chatting about Bridgerton and romance novels. She'd read the books, and was upset that the second season completely veered away from the books altogether. The lead female character was apparently ruined - in the book she's selfless and sacrifices herself for her sister, in this one - she doesn't, and is selfish, and there's a love triangle - when there wasn't one at all in the book.
In short they turned it into a soap opera.
My brother was watching it with my mother and asked what happened to all the sex scenes. He was lead to believe it had lots of raunchy sex.
So mother, being mother, felt the need to regale him with the details of the raunchy sex scenes in the previous season of Bridgerton. (Mother has no shame. Or filter in this regard.)
Mother: I think I gave him too much information.
ME: LOL! Poor thing.
I've not seen it yet - both Gabe and I are saving it for this weekend. I was in a pseudo-serious mood last weekend. Although I may watch Spiderman again. As Ali-the-lawyer pointed out, life is painful enough as it is - we need some joy, hence romance novels. (She also reads science fiction and fantasy, sigh, a woman after my own heart. Those are my fav's too. I told her that I couldn't read mysteries and horror any longer - there was too much murder, torture and mayhem in them for my current mood.) Apparently one of her former law professors is a well-known romance novelist in her spare time. (I should have gotten better at writing romance novels. I have one I'm working on, but it's a contemporary...and it still may not see the light of day or make it out of my hard drive/cloud alive.)
Ugh, off to bed. Nite.
Brother texted me that she was okay. He'd gone down to help her out. He's staying a week. (He drives (I do not) and he's retired for the most part, with not as many responsibilities or rather he's more flexible.
Bro: She's doing good, alert, chatty. Very chatty.
Me: LOL! Well, you'll get caught up on all of the gossip on Hilton Head and in the family.
Bro: Eesh.
Me: LOL!
Mother said he'd been very patient with her.
Niece is arriving home (back in the US) tomorrow - her mother switched her flight to Wed, because the teachers are on strike again in Britain, so they got out a week early for spring break. They get an entire month off.
Her mother is in the city tonight attending a British - African Hip Hop Concert that she couldn't get any of her friends to go to. So she's going by herself. My brother said it's going to be my tiny Jewish/Italian/Cherokee by way of Ireland sister-in-law in a room with a bunch of huge black men. (I doubt it - hip hop is fairly diverse.) I don't know which band it is - just that they aren't here very often and she couldn't pass up the chance to see them in person.
Meanwhile I can't even get myself to go out to eat with Wales, let alone a movie, or theater date. I'm also still wearing a mask everywhere. Most folks are, although quite a few aren't. A lot of my co-workers have stopped wearing them now. There's just a handful of us who refuse to stop. Everyone does on public transportation at least - except for a handful of folks who don't - there's always been a handful. I see more and more of them. Yesterday and this morning, I found myself sitting next to them.
It unnerves me, but it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. My super's no longer wear them, and many of the folks in my building don't. I get it.
I know why - they don't. It's not simple, it's complicated. But I feel more comfortable wearing my KF94's and KN95's. I don't get sick when I wear them.
At work, I had a lengthy chat with Ali the lawyer/engineer. She's both. Double Trouble. Actually, I like her. We were chatting about Bridgerton and romance novels. She'd read the books, and was upset that the second season completely veered away from the books altogether. The lead female character was apparently ruined - in the book she's selfless and sacrifices herself for her sister, in this one - she doesn't, and is selfish, and there's a love triangle - when there wasn't one at all in the book.
In short they turned it into a soap opera.
My brother was watching it with my mother and asked what happened to all the sex scenes. He was lead to believe it had lots of raunchy sex.
So mother, being mother, felt the need to regale him with the details of the raunchy sex scenes in the previous season of Bridgerton. (Mother has no shame. Or filter in this regard.)
Mother: I think I gave him too much information.
ME: LOL! Poor thing.
I've not seen it yet - both Gabe and I are saving it for this weekend. I was in a pseudo-serious mood last weekend. Although I may watch Spiderman again. As Ali-the-lawyer pointed out, life is painful enough as it is - we need some joy, hence romance novels. (She also reads science fiction and fantasy, sigh, a woman after my own heart. Those are my fav's too. I told her that I couldn't read mysteries and horror any longer - there was too much murder, torture and mayhem in them for my current mood.) Apparently one of her former law professors is a well-known romance novelist in her spare time. (I should have gotten better at writing romance novels. I have one I'm working on, but it's a contemporary...and it still may not see the light of day or make it out of my hard drive/cloud alive.)
Ugh, off to bed. Nite.