Today is a good day for the Calming Manatees.
My parents' GP is going to approve my mother for hospice, and we had a hospital bed delivered this morning. According to the GP, Mom's been refusing/spitting out her meds for the last couple of days, and she's going to recommend dialing back ALL her meds, including the anti-anxiety drugs.
When I pointed out that as recently as a month ago, an attempt to do that resulted in hysterics, she said that "She's not the same person now."
And I'm having good-bye drinks this afternoon, and I have a sinking suspicion that hardly anyone will show up.
And I don't have a job.
And people suck.
ION, I'm bummed that I no longer live around the corner from the Museum of the Moving Image: [link]
Oh Consuela. Hugs and ma. Schedule something fun this weekend will you? Even for 2 hours.
The London shit is TOO much. I heard about it on NPR and just found it unbelievable.
Does anyone see them?
I tend not to. The reason I wrote that and not sent a link, though, was because I couldn't find one that a) didn't bash the Queen b) mentioned the play c) mentioned the knighting d) mentioned the boy thinks he met the real Queen and that's okay with his parents.
YES, those are my shots to call.
Consuela, man, I'd mail you manatees if it were legal and useful.
I have decided to start enforcing meeting durations. If you sent me an invite for half an hour, I'm going to limit how much over I'll let it go, no matter what my calendar says. I hope I can train people this way, as well as get more accomplished.
I'm so sorry, Consuela. That's a tough day.
I'm sorry, Consuela. I wish I had more than that to offer.
Much ~ma to you, Consuela. If I were in your neck of the woods, I'd take you for a drink myself.
