Heh.

So date night -- dinner and seeing Inception -- got called on account of pukey child. But it's been a nice evening anyway, and I think the puking part is over. Whee?

Home and in bed at last. Early morning at work tomorrow but home by noon, yay. Ooh. Inception. Maybe that will be on my agenda tomorrow.

So....I've been thinking. Was talking to my aunt today, and she was mentioning how all her old (as in most of 'em turn 82 this year) quilting sisterhood were traveling to see her. And I know they are a huge part of her life (she's been friends with them since her divorce, which was before I was born.) And how she hasn't seen me since that thanksgiving back in '97 or so.

So maybe I need to make a trip. I know I'll be going for the funeral, but... I know they can't put me up, so it'll probably be a very long daytrip.

It's crazy, but.... I said to her "well, this is a shitty reason for me to call after all this time" and she interrupted to tell me that she gets 20-30 calls a day, from people she's lost track of, and that it's keeping her busy and more important, happy to hear other's lives, if not for the whole stupid dying thing. It distracts her from that and the pain.

Her longest friend, at 79, is handquilting a bunch of her stuff to be given to her family and friends. And she's still plotting out quilts, just handing them off to others to finish. My aunt? She's rich with a family of friends.

I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough to make sure I was a part of that. And I don't know if I can see her one last time and tell her she did influence my life. And allowed me to understand my grandmother. Damnit.

Definitely go, if it's at all possible.

ISLIP is only an hour flight. And if I had to, I could not-sleep in the airport to maximize the time with her.

I just produced a metric ton of snot.

Going to watch Eureka now

I'm watching Boston Med (so good!) but it feels a little bit like Inception, in that apparently a bunch of coworkers went on a cruise together in the time it took some organs to be transported for a transplant.

Kelly and I went out to a small local place for dinner tonight. Before going I had googled their site to check the menu and the google results, with the correct web site, had a whole description about selling Viagra. We told the manager when we got there and he was mortified.

Just got more information about J's accident. There was a 4 car accident that happened right in front of her. She swerved off the road to avoid the accident, went into a ditch and down an embankment, over corrected and rolled her Highlander 6 or 7 times.

She is going into surgery again tomorrow for her neck (broken in 3 places) and her arm (broken in multiple places). Apparently she has been able to recognize people and has spoken, though she has been told not to talk.

I wish there were something I could do other that just worry.

Yikes, Suzi!

We went out to dinner with the twins which is a bad adventure (it was 3 adults, a teen and two preschoolers). Then we went to a park after and just sat, which was great as it cooled off enough to enjoy being outside.

Then I got a call to teach a gig at UCLA that canceled my trip to Seattle, but will pay quite a bit. I'm sad at being responsible as I was looking forward to PNW, but happy for the work in this mandatory-furlough times.

Hooray for more $$$, Kat.