They're getting the asshook either way.

They're getting the asshook either way.

This is exactly why I admire Zen.

Schools were an occupation in Jamaica, but it was all testing and, if you're my mother, schmoozing. But we took our shit so seriously that nationwide test results were published every year, and you damn well sat around and looked up the scores of every twelve year old you knew, and judged what school they got into.

Don't fuck around with a potential free and excellent education.

~Ma to your FIL Barb. Glad he's alert, hope he makes a full recovery as quickly as can be expected.

A friend of mine has chosen this school for her year old son.

Barb, all possible strength and good wishes to your FIL. And to Lewis and you and your MIL and his medical team.

Fred, eesh. Is this a medical thing? (I mean, I can't think you just go around restraining 15 lb mini tigers just for fun, but some people juggle geese) If so, all good thoughts.

More good thoughts and wishes for bonny and Bartleby (who is always Bartlebus in my head. I may need a dog to name).

Sparky, that's fabulous news! Synchronus serendipity! And other good S-words. Success! Sweet!

Oh dear. There may have been a smidge too much sugar in that last double-caf latte. Wheeee!

I'm not onerousing today. No. Can't make--okay. Clearing out yahoo email. Why again do I need email from 2002?

Fred, eesh. Is this a medical thing?

Seamus has a touch of the conjunctivitis that's has been going around the house lately. We have to put medicine in his eye -- Interferon, which he absolutely hates, and Terramycin, which he's a little calmer about.

Not a big deal as long as we treat it.

More good thoughts and wishes for bonny and Bartleby (who is always Bartlebus in my head. I may need a dog to name).

Here you go, Beverly...Bartlebus Maximus!

And thanks for the good thoughts. I've had truly humbling offers of assistance, both practical and financial that make the looming decisions at least thinkable.

I know I've said it a hundred times, but he is everything to me. Knowing that he might suffer because of some failing of mine is crushing. But I have hope now.

You all are a blessing.

And speaking of blessings.

It was 6 months ago today that my life was saved by thoughtful people who went way out of their ways for me.

I am grateful for every ounce of caring and caretaking that I received, both for myself and for Bartleby. I am grateful for my renewed health, for modern medicine, for a weird quirk of fate that protected me from a terrible financial outcome and for the generosity of spirit that surrounded me as I recovered.

Thank you all so much for being a part of my greater family...and by greater, you know I mean that in more ways than one!

Barb, I hope everything works out alright for your FiL.