At least until his nose falls in and he becomes a Howard Hughes Hermit.
Well, at the rate his nose is going, that won't be long.
Put me in the "verdict of EEEEEEWWWWWW! on the sleepovers" category. I'll defer to the jury as to this particular kid. But at the very least, Jackson obviously doesn't have a clue as to Where The Boundaries Are.
Good luck figuring out the family stuff, askye. It's so hard. My grandmother is going blind, but still drives in the daytime, but she needs to get her license renewed. There's no way she'd pass an eye test, but not being able to drive ever would kill her. Literally, I think. So then my mother found out you can just renew your license online, but she can't decide if she should tell my grandmother or not. Ack.
Add me to the folks who would be more than happy to live in a community with people my age where they arrange my social life and grocery shopping, etc., though.
You know what? It's never good when the mechanic calls to ask if you've ever had the transmission out because "the starter doesn't quite fit."
Um.
(I've had a clutch replaced, 3 years ago.)
Anyway, still no car. Hope it will get fixed fixed by noon tomorrow.
Took the parents to the Arboretum. It got really hot. So we went to a bookstore for a bit and I got dad the Feynman's letters book for Father's Day (mom is smuggling it back in the luggage.) I want to read it now. The letters were compiled from his papers by his daughter, which...well, it's a good gift for the occasion.
Just got back from a coma inducing dinner at the japanese/korean place. Mmmm. And a spoonful of strawberry gelato and a walk around the sculpture garden (literally. It's closed after dusk, so we looked in through the fence....)
Now having wine.
Just watched
The Closer.
Quite good.
It took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out my Kyra Sedgwick/Keira Knightley confusion, though. I kept going "she looks like she's FORTY! How the hell did that happen?"
Also - Rizzo!
So then my mother found out you can just renew your license online, but she can't decide if she should tell my grandmother or not. Ack.
She should not tell her. If, heaven forbid, your grandmother has one accident and hurts herself, or someone else, your mother will never be able to forgive herself. Let her get her eyes tested at the registry. At least she'll know if she can't make the minimum standard.
I say this, as someone who is not prejudiced against seniors driving. My grandparents drove, and drove capably, way up in their 80s. My grandfather stopped driving at 89, when his car died, and he couldn't see the sense of buying a new one (because he was frugal, and he doubted he'd live long enough to get his money's worth *g*). He was still in possession of all his faculties, and in remarkable condition for his years. He died a month shy of turning 91. Until about the last month of his life, he was well enough to drive. My grandmother drove until she was about 84, when she was having trouble with her eyes, and lived, other wise well, and with it, until she was 86.
Just watched The Closer. Quite good.
Got a
Prime Suspect
vibe from it.
Do eye tests become mandatory after a certain age? Do any regs change (like frequency of testing) for older drivers?