I'd hate to find out I had a high premium on my date coverage. And with the number of dates I don't get, I could manage a pretty high deductible.

Found a Jamaican nurse! Helen, my nurse this morning, is from Manchester-- :). And her sister still living there has cancer :(.

It came up because the doctor (who I hadn't seen in forever) said she'd heard I'd been back to Ja. Is this in my files? I certainly didn't see her in the leadup to the trip, and I don't have that sort of chatter with the MDs. I mentioned it to the nurse, because I thought I'd heard an accent, but it took her a bit to realise I meant Home when I talked about going there.

And then I showed her the holiday pics and pimped the villa. $850! 8 people! In the off season which had perfectly perfect weather (as long as you're not a farmer)!

Turned out better than the Belizean guy I mistook for Jamaican earlier in the week--in my defense, he was listening to reggae, and I've never heard the Belize accent before. Also, I'm presumptuous.

Now I'm going to have to look up Belize, because I thought it was Spanish-speaking! (Not that I have much chance of recognizing a non-Rasta Jamaican accent anyway.)

Stuff you didn't know about your family department: last week, when discussing stuff with my aunt, Great Disasters came up, and she casually mentioned seeing the Hindenburg go down. "Yeah, there were all sorts of pictures," I said helpfully. "Even color stills -- there were all sorts of press there."

"Oh yeah," said my 83-year-old aunt. "But I was there."

She went on to explain that my grandfather had taken her, my grandmother and my great-grandmother to see the landing -- THAT landing -- which was only a couple miles away. She was 8 (if I've got the math right) and remembers my grandpa pointing out the passengers waving from the windows as the zeppelin circled the field so that it could land facing the wind.

Which is mind-blowing enough... but get this: in 53 years I've been alive, nobody in my family thought to mention that they saw the Hindenburg go down. O.o

ita, we had Helen when we were there. She was nice.

What does a blood clot feel like?

Which is mind-blowing enough... but get this: in 53 years I've been alive, nobody in my family thought to mention that they saw the Hindenburg go down. O.o

That's classic. My grandmother still comes out with stuff my mother doesn't know, but nothing that extreme!

She's now telling me anecdotes about her (younger) sister each time she comes in. It's really sweet, and therefore sad.

How creepy would it to tell her I know a patient of hers? Was it for Grace or the kidney stone?

It was Grace -- just tell her that she had two moms and a trache and a pneumonia and the moms didn't want to go to Sanata Monica.

Also, we've decided that if Grace ever needs to go to the ER again, we're going straight to Santa Monica because the wait time is nothing and its the same staff.

Our pear tree is crazy. I might make this [link]

I used to do Santa Monica, when we'd just replaced the ER, because people didn't know about the increased capacity yet. But that soon levelled out, and there wasn't an effective difference in time anymore. The staff was nice, but my migraine doctor seems to have a shade more authority here. I take what I can get. Also, privacy. Only one shared room here.

The shift changed before I could mention you, Next time, next time.

Our pear tree is crazy. I might make this [link]

Ooh, that looks good. I've been making excellent gingery crisps (peach, apple, pear), but hadn't thought of maple.

Apparently 10 am at TJs on a Sunday is Dad Shops with Kids.

I fixed my car! OK, it was a little thing- the screw holding the armrest pocket/window controls inset thingy's plastic punched out/through, so it rattled and I was in danger of pulling the whole assembly off. So a couple of washers and a new screw, and it is all secured again. Inordinately proud of that.

I was going to take on my deck door overhang, but now rain is predicted and I can't caulk, so.