Just got back from seeing Little Grandma in the hospital. She was just out of the recovery room from surgery and looked wonderful. There were about 10 of us there so she was a bit overwhelmed and of course still drugged. She was insisting that we were only making a big fuss because she was 97. I told her we would have fussed just as much when she was 96. The big scary thing was the anesthesia, but she came through just fine. Tough old bird. They are saying that they will try and get her walking tomorrow. Wow.

Tired now.

I also have a weird thing with cocktails as opposed to straight liquor. I would happily try one though. I'd just likely enjoy it, and then go back to my scotch.

Also...

Next time you're in San Francisco

Reading those words make me really wistful. I miss y'all and y'alls' city.

Reading those words make me really wistful. I miss y'all and y'alls' city.

::checks interpipe for possible replies in proper argot::

Uh...We'uns miss you too!

That is to say, come back Daisy we love you!

Hellooooo Bitches! I skipped and skimmed to catch up so hugs to alls what needs them.

Race weekend (with bonus Queen Mary) pics start here.

In the spirit of Earth Day, and utterly failing to surprise ANYONE here, I'm sure, let me share the e-card that I sent to my brother: [link]

I cannot drink beer. It's the carbonation-I don't drink sodas either, or champagne.

Apparently I am Daisy Jane, though I make the occasional exception for champagne.

And separately, I must tattle on my daughter. She got her latest report card. Her gpa is 4.4 . Once again, how is she mine???

I'm with Mme Bollinger when it comes to Champagne.

“I drink it when I’m happy and when I’m sad. Sometimes I drink it when I’m alone. When I have company I consider it obligatory. I trifle with it if I’m not hungry and drink it when I am. Otherwise, I never touch it – unless I’m thirsty.”

man three nights on the Queen Mary did not help my ghost fear. I'm back at work and I keep hearing voices!

One of the neatest things was going exploring after dinner Sunday night and happening across the farewell Champ Car party in the Grand Salon. We were the bittersweetest of crashers but we chickened out at the open bar so I'm not sure you can really call us crashers.

I'm amused that I began the weekend unsure if racing was really my thing and ended the weekend crying because No More Champ Cars. I'm tempted to try to make Road America next year. I want to hear "Welcome Race Fans!" again.

I think my cheap-o router bit the bullet. I can get DHCP for my computer for it, but not for it from the internet. If I bypass router, I can get DHCP for my computer. I really don't have the money to buy new router. Granted, the only reason I *need* it is to connect xbox to intenet at same time as computer.