Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aw, Matilda.
I've been thinking about my father, given some of the conversations here. It was.... not great, having ten years to basically mourn his loss, gradually. And I'm not sure if it did make it any easier when he actually did die!
Anyway, his brother's just been diagnosed with Alz.
Oh, I’m sorry, Jesse
Awww, Matilda.
Today is fired. FIRED. I'm having to explain over and over why the solution to a problem that two of us have come up with is the best one, no just throw the fucking money at it already, had to spend hours fighting with D365 to get payment sent to a vendor, and now it looks like my faithful iPod is dying.
I'm sorry, Jesse. That has to be hard for the family, after what happened with your dad.
Atropa, you still have an iPod?! I'm sorry it's on its last legs.
Oh, geez, Jesse, I'm so sorry to hear that.
Oh, Matilda. So, so hard. Which doesn't even begin to describe it adequately. Nothing does.
I did go to the pool, and one of the lifeguards said,"Hi! Good to see you! It's been a while," which made me feel loved. Oof, it will take some time to get back up to speed. Which, of course it will; it's been months.
Atropa, you still have an iPod?! I'm sorry it's on its last legs.
I love my iPod so much that I'm probably going to pay the money for a refurbished one on the secondary market. I want a headphone jack and the ability to transfer music from my library on my computer, because I am a cranky old goth.
Matilda came home directly after school (an absolute rarity). I gave her a hug and we flopped on the couch. She laid her head in my lap and I covered her with a blanket and we watched Ms. Mojo videos for a bit.
She requested comfort food, specifically something I made for her and her friends years ago when I did my turn of a summer parental co-op where each parent took a turn once a week.
So I toasted a baguette and put marinara and cheese on it and ran it under the broiler for French Bread Pizza.
Then she retired to her bed where she watched comfort anime on her phone and ate Girl Scout Cookie Samoas.
All I can do is love her. But it's just hard and it's just sad, and that's where she is.
All I can do is love her. But it's just hard and it's just sad, and that's where she is.
You are doing it all right. So many hugs for both of you.
That sounds like a good comfort scenario, to the extent that anything can be.
Sorry about the iPod, Atropa. I wish Right to Repair was more of a thing.
My 80GB iPod lives in my car. Once it dies, I will disentangle my music from iTunes.