Stephanie, I was just thinking about you and your MIL's visit this morning, possibly because Mark's mom is coming into town for a visit this weekend. How are you doing?

Pretty well. She is a very nice and easy going person and she has done almost nothing but cook and clean since she got here. Having said that, I will be happy to have my space back.

Pretty well. She is a very nice and easy going person and she has done almost nothing but cook and clean since she got here. Having said that, I will be happy to have my space back.

At least she is being helpful. Mom is here doing very much the same thing for me today. We also went out for afternoon tea, but now I am exhausted. It's another bad pain day.

Best possible recovery outcome ~ma to Caregiver of ND's mom.

I know every situation is different, but whenever I hear these stories, I think about a friend's husband, who fell asleep driving home from a music gig. He rolled his enormous pickup truck and the primary topic of conversation was which limbs he might get to keep, much less use. The surgeon asked if his truck was yellow (it was red) because he found yellow paint on a couple of his bones. (road signs, as it turned out)

It was a loooong, slow recovery, but today he walks with the slightest of limps and occasionally uses a cane for endurance. He was in his early 60's when it happened and not in particularly good shape.

Miraculous stuff happens sometimes. May it be true for her.

he found yellow paint on a couple of his bones

aaiiieeee

Exactly. It was pretty horrific. And yet, happiest possible ending.

Just got a bad phone call.

The woman who has been helping as a caregiver with my mom 5 days a week for the past few years was in a near fatal car accident last night. Questionable if she will ever walk again.

Oh my god! That's terrible! I can't imagine what everyone is going through down there right now between worrying about her and worrying about how this will affect your mom. D. is truly part of the family.

Drew, I am so, so sorry.

Dear Powers That Be, kindly KNOCK IT OFF with the tormenting of my chosen family members. Start treating them nicely, dammit.

ND is in Florida until the 29th but will likely have to go home for awhile after that. We may see each other around the time we leave to fly to Connecticut to see my family.

Seriously, I'm just done. We need some good news.

Pix, I hope you are at least in less pain today.

{{Pix and ND}}

Conclusions from Shavuot: I have the best of friends on earth, and I do need to move out (again). Time with parents will cost me my sanity. The only problem: after spending most of the past nine years living with flatmates, I really need a place I'll love and feel comfortable with most, if not all, of its aspects and people and pets. Money aside, if I'll get one of my best friends to live with me, that would be great. If I'll get into serious relationship which will result in living together, even better.

(Living alone? Pfft. As much as I like it at (most) times, somebody that's not me gotta drive away the bugs and share the household duties and fuck-ups of old flats).

Fay, I hope you're alright.