Oh wow. That must have been really intense, all these years later.

My parents did one a few years ago, that I still haven't heard.

Yesterday on the phone my mother literally said to me, "I just want you to be rich!" The context was, how much house we could afford and balancing competing financial pressures (like college and retirement).

Last night I called to talk to my stepfather (a dentist) about some concerns I have about orthodonture, and this morning my mother called me up to tell me a story about a woman we knew who died of a heart attack very young, at about 35. Apparently my mother's last conversation with this woman included her ranting about how orthodonture had damaged her daughter's tooth enamel. My mother said I need to be less of a type A personality or I might have a heart attack. I pointed out that I was not very sure that any scientific studies identified personality type as a factor in heart attack potential. We then had this lovely exchange: Her: "How's your cholesterol?" Me: "Fine." Her: "Really? [like, tone like I must be lying] Mine's always been high." Me: "Well, you know, you and I are actually separate people."

mr. flea's comment, after I got off the phone, "The thing is, she honestly thinks that phone call was her being helpful to you."

My mother, people.

Thanks, Kat. Yeah, that must've been...

And the reason I don't go back to sleep after waking up ridiculously early: I finally got back to sleep, but was so out I slept all through the morning news (though, was there a piece on drones? Because there was a fucked up dream about that!)

Ah well, up and time to go to the store.

flea, that sounds incredibly familiar.

Timelies all!

Quiet day today. Weekly groceries run, but nothing else planned.

Timelies!

I managed to "sleep in" to my normal waking up time, so, extra hour of sleep! That's not bad.

I think today is going to be all about laundry. What with one thing and another there is an awful lot of it to be done, so everything else goes on a backburner. I've already walked the dog, which was nice for both of us, and I might go ahead and feed the birds while I'm thinking about it, but then it's all laundry all day.

Eta: although feeding the birds reminded me that I really should mow the lawn. I need another day in my weekend.

My mother, people.

I am familiar with this feeling.

Burrell, if you are coming in for MLA and would like to get together, let me know.

Got my shopping done. While my furniture covers dry, think I'll wander up the street to an open house. It's in a block built slightly later and in a slightly different style, I think, so should be interesting!

Hello from the Catskills! Friends of my uncle's are on the property cutting up logs for firewood, so there is the siren call of the chainsaw for background music right now. We* actually had snow this morning, which was so very fine and only stuck to the leaves, which in many cases are still on the trees.

* Me and the elderly cat Sylvia who was still alive when I checked an hour or two ago.

I am having a mini-apple pie for lunch. It's got two whole apples in it. That's healthy, right?

I woke up at 4:45 new time, but since I didn't stumble to bed until after 1 new time, I wasn't all that happy.

I woke up from dreaming that I was in patesserie school and that Michael Fassbender was my teacher. And Allen Leech (Branson in Downton) was also a student in the class. The female students were openly hitting on Fassy, but I was all "How you doin'" to Branson. Anyway, I think it's my brain trying to convince me to go to culinary school by trying to convince me it will be filled with hot Irish men.