Makes sense, Jesse.

She has like eight options!

Ha, my mother is sort of the same way. It's easier if you have a traditional style. I think my mother is going to wear the purple dress for my brother's wedding next month. The same purple dress she wore to my wedding, but since that was in 1998 we think she can get away with it.

ION my grandfather died this morning, in one of those sudden but not unexpected things (he was 93 and in the nursing home section of his schmancy retirement community.) I'm not especially upset. He could be very charming but was essentially self-interested and not actually a very nice person. My mother is upset, of course, but she's also relieved that he's not going to "spoil your brother's wedding."

Ah, I'm sorry about your grandfather, flea. Totally get how the upset versus relief calculus shifts at that age.

I think it may be time for me to start spending money on good clothes and then never get rid of them.

Yes, I often think that. Not that it gets me to go high end shopping, mind you!

I think it may be time for me to start spending money on good clothes and then never get rid of them.

Cost per use. Quality really does matter.

flea, I'm so sorry. It's still tough, even when it's not heartbreaking.

My condolences, flea.

My mother is upset, of course, but she's also relieved that he's not going to "spoil your brother's wedding."

Ah, family. I'm sorry for your loss regardless.

Condolences for your family, flea. The not so nice relatives we lose are still losses.

The same purple dress she wore to my wedding

This pleases me.

Condolences, flea.

Altitude most definitely does affect the egg boiling question because water boils at a significantly lower temperature based on elevation. That said, the method should be fine, it may just be a matter of adjusting the cooking time. It's a much bigger issue with baking and with things like canning where water temperature becomes a food safety issue.

Did I post about when I went to see him in July? He barely ate (and didn't drink, very unlike him) but remained exactly himself - we worked hard to get Netflix streaming set up on the TV (he knew exactly what to do but was in a wheelchair so I had to do all the fumbling around behind the TV and button-pushing) so he could watch Breaking Bad, which *thrilled* him.

He's also the grandfather who used to have a Porsche with the license plate HUBRIS.

At his second wife's funeral in 1994 I met this man who had kind of a stoner vibe and I said afterwards to my mother, "Who the heck was that?" and she was like, "Oh, he was their drug dealer. They used to keep the cocaine in tinfoil packets in the freezer to preserve quality."

(He was also a naval academy graduate, nuclear engineer, retired Rear Admiral, and worked for the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, lest you think he was all fast cars and intoxicants. And VERY handsome when young. And an early adopter of all kinds of technology - he built a TV in the early 1950s and had the first Atari I ever saw.)