And, oh, God, Nora. Much, much coping~ma and all other possible vibes to you, and all your family. That's so hard to watch, and not be able to do much except be present.
Willow ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
{{{Nora}}} I'm so sorry.
P-C, that really sucks. I'm sorry.
Barb, I'm boggling at the crazy of the other author.
That Edward Gorey museum is not far from where TCG and I are getting married. I see a honeymoon day trip in our future.
ita, the founder of the SHCJ order was American but she founded her first school in England so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility.
So with you about the memorabilia. My purse was stolen while I was performing on stage at my first ever gig (not counting open mics). I filed a police report not just on principle but also hoping that someone would turn in the discarded items if they were found. It was a GREAT purse plus it had my first driver's license and my UCLA student ID. Unfortunately, no Good Samaritan turned in the items. They probably went to the landfill. At least these days we can scan our stuff and have a digital copy somewhere if we have enough foresight to do that.
I hope your situation turns out as best as it possibly can, P-C.
My wallet got stolen.Ugg, P-C that is horrible. So sorry to hear it. Glad you had the thought to keep the check card separate.
Is Beth Riesgraf in Barcelona?If I had the power, I'd send her your way. Hubba hubba!
So sorry Nora. Sending you and your family warm thoughts.
Nora, I am so, so sorry. That is incredibly hard and hardbreaking. It tore my stoic dad apart seeing my grandma disappear into dementia, and that was without so much pain.
P-C, I am glad you have money available to you, but don't let it sour your trip. It's a travel abroad rite of passage; I had my last 10 pounds pickpocketed on the tube in London, my last two days there. It was LITERALLY the only money I had left; I survived on handouts for meals, transpo and to get to the airport.
I'm feeling mentally wide awake and like I need to Do Something, but physically exhausted. So I keep noticing things to clean or fix or organize, but I know that I'd end up hurting myself if I actually did any of them. Probably the safest idea would be to make lists of things to do tomorrow.
Nora, so much peace~ma for your grandmother and your whole family. I'm sorry you are having to go through this.
P-C, I'm glad you are ok. But what a PITA for you.
Nora, I'm so sorry. That's so, so hard. Peace to your grandmother and you and your family.
P-C, you have become both a cliche and a statistic. Plus, you have a great story to tell people. (None of that, however, outweighs the giant bite in the ass of having your wallet stolen. Sorry, man.)
Barb -- she is baaaaaaaaatshit crazy. God DAMN.
As for me -- oh, here is proof of how much I love The Boy's dad: I watched Bill O'Reilly with him tonight. AND I managed to not scream "Unclean! Unclean!" and/or "Kill it! Killllllllll it!!!" at the TV.
(Honestly, tonight's particular episode -- if I had just awakened out of a long refreshing coma and knew NOTHING about O'Reilly, based on tonight's episode, I *honestly* would have thought it was a comedy show. [Yes, I do know that's exactly what Colbert is doing.] But *seriously.* O'Reilly was actually funny in a couple of places, and the overall effect was that of a spoof of a news show.)
The thing is, The Boy's dad has NO IDEA how big of a sacrifice that was on my part. And -- I'm not a dick. He will *never* know.
Later, I made him laugh by showing him a picture of my dad's neck tattoo. That will never be not funny.