Dear everyone, watch your step! On the way home, I walked by a lady lying on the sidewalk. Come to find out, she had tripped on the curb, and had shoulder surgery recently, and couldn't figure out how to get up. She didn't think I could get her up (she was a larger lady), but suggested a friend of hers was in the park a block away. He was not, but I recruited two nice-looking stocky guys to help, and they got her up! Phew.

Also, just ran into my across-the-street-neighbor/former coworker outside running the farm share pickup she hosts in the driveway. Which I totally would have participated in, but whatever -- she has no communication about it with the neighbors. Anyway, then she busted on me for our (admittedly overgrown) front lawn! Whatever, lady -- I'll take care of it next weekend. I never walk across the house that way, so I forget to notice it.

Luck ita. Relief S. Ginger, agree this is insane. (For various reasons, being brief at moment).

Tell her you'll take care of the lawn when she invited you to join her farm share?

Ha ha! Too late for that, sadly.

Met intern's boyfriend, and he is not the lazy inconsiderate slob that needs to be guilted into everything that she painted him to be*. He helped with our volunteer group and it was fascinating to watch them interact, her in charge, then her being stubborn and solitary, and him sicking the other volunteers after her to compensate for her stubborn solitude. It was terribly sweet (I could see her thinking "if they can't do it right, I'll just have to do it myself" and the bf being all "yeah, don't let her pull that shit, she needs help, go after her".

*Is it a thing where bf's are talked badly about? Because I have worked with too many interns and part-timers and even women with spouses where I get to the point where I want to counsel them to break up/divorce their significant others. Is it just a couple thing? Please tell me it's an overcompensation thing where people got sick of them gushing over how wonderful they were, and so instead vent about the petty shit they don't really care about. Because it's depressing and makes me glad for singlehood.

I think for some people, talking about the good stuff feels like bragging, so you only really hear about the bad stuff. "He never calls me when he's going to be late and it's so inconsiderate" seems more socially acceptable to say than "He's always supportive and always makes me feel like I'm important to him." or "My boyfriend is a great kisser."

And for some people, they can't actually SEE the good stuff, in their lovers or themselves.

I may mention one of Hubby's shortcomings to people, but I don't constantly bitch about him. I've seen that, though, women continually complaining about their significant other. I often wonder what they saw in the man.

Oh, and it's snowing in Utah. Cold, wet storm. It should hit 90 in less than a week.

Event went fine and I was able to find parking!

Surgery was fine. Then Grace tried to cough, was in pain (due to the surgery) panicked, de-satted down to 72%, turned blue, panicked more, and generally freaked out an entire recovery room, a few pediatric residents, some nurses, her ENT and her anaesthesiologist.

She's being held over night not on the regular floor but in intensive care with a one-on-one nurse.

Aw, poor Grace.

I'm just happy that I find that I adore my interns boyfriend almost as much as I adore her (and I adore and respect her bunches and bunches).

Of course, then I think of my parents, and how many outsiders think my mother is a cruel shrew for being so mean to my sweet sweet father, when in fact he really is an absented-minded neglectful family man who puts church before family and in the end is a bit of an asshole. But that's almost forty years of marriage. (although I'd laugh myself silly seeing him divorced and trying to maintain a house beyond just mowing the lawn and washing his personal laundry). (Bringing home a paycheck isn't the end of your familial responsibilities, fuckwad).