derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( Oct. 23rd, 2019 08:37 am)
Yeah, I don't know what to say, it's been too long since I posted. I just got caught up on reading things that are going on in a lot of your lives and am feeling like a terrible person for not having responded to some of this stuff in a timely manner. :/

I haven't even been keeping up a paper journal, so it's almost like life hasn't happened to me. But it has! I know things have happened, and I've done stuff. I went to visit two aunts and a friend/coworker, M., all on Saturday. Packed day, and a miserable drive home, because as it turned out I was coming down with a touch of flu, or possibly a bad cold. I ended up staying home sick Sunday and Monday. And feeling quite bad about that because Sunday wasn't my normal day to work, I was supposed to be covering for someone, but went in for an hour and then came home and spent the rest of the day in bed. I believe my aunts both had a flu shot (*crosses fingers like mad hoping it was the right one*) but I don't know if M would have done that because she's more my age... the age when we should be starting to get flu shots, but tend to forget, as I did, because we don't FEEL all that old, yet. I visited M. because she's taking in a couple of bodices for me, so she was all around me pinching this and that and pulling here and there. I tried not to breath on her.

I worry about my aunts - especially dear, sweet Aunt P. (who's actually my first cousin once removed, but since she's of my father's generation she was 'aunt' to be respectful. And to differentiate her from MY cousin P. on my mother's side.) who insisted on us walking down the hall from her rooms with her arm around my waist. She just moved into an assisted living place and says her own kids don't visit, which breaks my heart. I might think differently if I was one of her kids, maybe she just seems so sweet to me because there's no bad history there, but I've always thought she was just lovely. Oh, and she's that woman in the assisted living place - the poacher! She has a boyfriend, there! I'm so glad for her, as she was so lonely since her husband died five years ago. (I guess she's actually been with Bud about a year.)

And Aunt BJ's husband has Alzheimer's and is just... so not present most of the time. We went out for lunch and he just ate, staring off into space, amiably. He's such a completely gentle man, right to the core, I think, as any surface pretences get stripped away by this disease. He hasn't gotten angry about it, at least not yet. Aunt BJ realizes how lucky she has been with that. It's a shame they didn't have a lifetime together, it took her so long to find him. And the funny thing is, he's still lucid enough to give people a quick answer when he's got no idea what to say. A guy at the next table asked, "Where did you get those socks?" and C. immediately responded, "Five and Dime!" I suspect if you didn't know him you'd just think he was a bit of a joker, but of course his reference was out-dated because these days we'd call it a Dollar store.

I really need to pester Aunt S. (BJ's sister) in Florida and see how she's doing. She usually texts several times every week, but she's been remarkably uncommunicative, lately, and I suspect this has to do with her having a hard time getting her stuff sorted to moved back to Maine.

Oh, golly, and how could I have forgotten - my brother sent photographic evidence that my niece has written things on her own, spelling all worked out by herself. I know it's about right on time, having just had her 5th birthday, but I'm so psyched about this. :) She wrote rules for a pillow fight, and rule 1 is "NOHIDENGPEPLONDUBUM". She'll be writing me long letters in no time! (probably never, but I can dream.)
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