Damn, this tribute to Carrie Fisher. Ouch.

That was really nice.

And so in his mind, he reverts to the memory of himself as healthy and active and not needing medical care or even medication.

I really hope his naturally social behavior results in him taking part in activities and meeting people. It is so hard.

I'm really glad the school has gone this public about all this, but I'm also really sad.

Ugh. It is sad. One of the most favorite priests from our Catholic High School was involved in abuse, which was a complete shock to everyone I knew. This isn't what youthful memories should include.

When I was in high school, my village was so Catholic that the stores closed from noon- 3 on Good Friday so we could go to church.

Completely shut down in Utica, which at the time was predominately Catholic. There is some of that here with the Cuban community. With my customer base I have a % that are closed for Passover, and a % that are closed early today for Good Friday. It's been quiet so I have just been alternating work and play.

I am getting double pay today, so it's fine, really.

That makes it worthwhile!

I'm honestly not sure there's anything more brutal for family members than dementia.

Brutal is the word. Both the gradual and inevitable dementia and the psychic breaks that often accompany serious illness. I've been very focused on brain health the past few years. Trying to learn new things, exercise, and brain healthy diet. It is a worry that I would ever be mean to my DH and kids. I am so much older than DH and although he is the most loving and caring person, it just plain hurts when the loved one you are caring for strikes out at you.

So what are the weekend plans? DH has gone to Orlando for a basketball tournament. The kids are working tomorrow so we plan on going to the Keys on Sunday and being beach bums and eating wherever as most places will be open. We are torn between wanting the boys to win the tournament and him missing the trip, or wanting them to lose and he joins us. (We still enthusiastically wished them luck.)

It hurts a guy that much to pull out an eyebrow hair? Guys, I need someone to test this. Just yank out one eyebrow hair and report back.

I tried, but couldn't. Can't find my tweezers.

I will try again later. For Science!

(PS if anyone wants to buy an antiquarian book business with a gorgeous house attached, they're still looking for buyers!)

If I won a mega-lottery, I would invest in struggling used and antiquarian book stores, keeping them open and creating a network where they could share information about who has what, providing the tech savvy people to do the computer work so the booky people could focus on the books.

I've been having a lot of anxiety lately. Finally figured out it's because I haven't done much on the job-search front lately. So today I joined LinkedIn.

The latest from my boss is he may cut both our salaries so the company won't be losing so much money. At least that gives me more time for job searching while still employed.

Can someone do me a favor and take a look at my resume? (Especially if you work in the tech/software development industries?) Mostly I want to avoid mistakes before I post it to LinkedIn, etc.

Tommy that sounds tough. Good luck. (I am not a resume expert)

I hate that even if I only have a couple glasses of wine I have a headache in the morning. But thank goodness I have today off work. Yay!

I have nothing to add re: dementia, but I will be all for moving into a party senior living place when I'm of an appropriate age. Bingo and crafts here I come!

(There's a funny short Bucky Barnes fanfic about Bucky hanging out at the senior center for bingo night with the other veterans, and what happens when somebody decides that bingo night at the old folks' place is the best time for an armed robbery.)

My paternal grandmother had what was probably Alzheimer's (diagnosis in the early 70s was iffy). Grandma had been a sharp, curious, strong-willed woman, with a very equitable marriage for her time. Seeing her diminish was so hard on Dad. Easier on Mom, though. Eventually Grandma forgot she hated Mom, and their relationship improved dramatically. I was about nine when grandma died, and she'd been in a nursing home, basically unresponsive, for over a year before that. So I never knew the woman my dad knew. I regret that.

ETA: Oooh, that sounds good, Connie. Do you happen to have a link or author name handy?

Tommyrot, please send me the resume. I see a lot of them and can give my thoughts.

I can give your resume a look when a get a chance this weekend. I don't know much about the resume aspect, but I'm in tech.

Can someone do me a favor and take a look at my resume?

I can take a look, too, although I don't know how much help I'll be.