mac is a happy happy boy. Fed Ex just brought by his Christmas present. Even though Fed Ex tracking said it wouldn't be here until Monday. Another Thanksgiving miracle.

msbelle, may my fedex carrier learn from yours: Mom's anti-anxiety drugs are supposed to arrive either today or Monday.

Thanks, everyone. I got to bed at a reasonable hour, and then woke up at 2 and spent an hour or so listening to an audiobook before getting back to sleep. (I find Bujold's The Curse of Chalion really good comfort reading, for some reason.)

This morning I'm going to walk the dog, stop by my sister's house and make a couple of turkey-berry sandwiches, pick up some jeans at the tailor's, and then go out to my folks' place to pack things. At some point I have to run back in with the Big Box O Meds to hand it off to the folks at the facility. And then home, feed the dog, and then go to the airport at 8 to pick up my brothers.

C'mon, meds!

I wish you lots of fortitude, Suela. Even if the craziness continues after this, it really is the big push right now. And you never know, once she's in and settled and stable on meds, she really may calm down. And if she doesn't, you are no longer looking at the possibility of you having to live in her house and be primary caregiver. So you can let the people you're paying to deal with her, deal with her. You can have lots of mixed feelings about it, but you're really doing the absolute best you can for her.

Think about how far you've come; how impossible it seemed that you would get to this point. And now here you are.

Think about how far you've come; how impossible it seemed that you would get to this point. And now here you are.

Thank you, Liese.

And thank you all! It's actually made a real difference being able to talk about this with y'all, and hearing that I'm not being a Bad Daughter for pursuing this, and that it's okay to be frustrated and angry and guilty.

{{{hugs Buffistas}}}

I was supposed to take the kids to Republic of Pie and the science museum but there was a screw in the tire so we have to wait forever for the tire to be done.

I don't think this is actually true. On that PBS show with Henry Louis Gates looking at African American genealogy, practically everyone he talked to claimed, "My grandmother said that her grandmother was Cherokee" or something like that, but the DNA tests didn't bear it out at all.

Yup, that's what this article says.

I got up, fed and aired the pups and then cuddled with the cats on the couch. Things that need to happen this weekend: leaves, housecleaning, nails. And of course swimming. First 2 miles in 3 weeks, aiieeee. I think leaves are getting put off for tomorrow. But the vacuum and the clouds of cathair and leaves that have snuck in are taunting me.

At work all day, then getting my nails did. I'll be cleaning the house tonight, as the in-laws are stopping by tomorrow. Then, heavenly leftover turkey for dinner!!!!

Not sure what I'm doing today. What I should do: clean. What I will likely do: watch TV. I would LIKE to go shopping, except that I want to just go regular-day shopping, not black-Friday-shopping, so I will probably avoid.

practically everyone he talked to claimed, "My grandmother said that her grandmother was Cherokee"

There's an excerpt on the subject from Vine Deloria's Custer Died for Your Sins: An Indian Manifesto in this [link] As I recall, Deloria also does an estimate of the ridiculous millions of Indians there had to be to produce all these Indian descendants.

I have no legends of Indian ancestors in my family, but there is the one about a princess who ran off with a coachman.