Here is something that is perplexing to me. We usually think of small children coughing and sneezing and not covering their mouths. But you know what? Elderly people are really bad for that too. This morning one of the people I care for had a bad cold and he was sneezing and coughing and not covering his mouth. At one point he was coughing right on me. And now I feel like I am getting a cold. Oh, well. I will go take some Cold Fx. and a lot of Vitamin C and go to bed at a reasonable hour. But what bothers me the most is if I were to call in sick tomorrow my employer does an investigation and I get called in and have to explain why I was off sick. First, we are around sick people all the time so it stands to reason that we will get sick. Second, if we are sick, we are are around sick and vulnerable people. Some of those people could die if they get sick. So, don’t bug me when I call in sick, Employer!
Today something funny happened at work. At the end of the day I was sent to an address that I knew. I also recognized the person’s name. I was very good friends with his daughter when I was in high school in the 80’s. One summer we had a party there. We were all drunk as sailors and the house was packed. Her dad of course was not at home. Jump ahead 32 years. I go in and tell him who I am and mentioned that I was friends with his daughter. I also mentioned the party we had. Without missing a beat he said, “Was that they time my table was broken?” It was! I had completely forgotten about it. We were never bad kids. We drank sometimes but we did break the table. I’m pretty sure someone was dancing on it. Or more than one person. Anyway, he laughed about it and then we sat and visited for almost an hour and had a great old time. I didn’t do any work at all but I think that was the best thing for him today. And me.
I’ve been reading this book, thank you May via Mary Moon! It is such a great book. I had forgotten about when my kids were little and I was a single mom and I had to get creative when making meals. I was all excited to make my soup today because I threw in all sorts of things that were just hanging around my kitchen. It’s simmering now and I will put in the fridge at bedtime and finish it tomorrow after I get home from work.
It’s a nice day here. This is what I am looking at now. I just reminded myself that I need to take in that planter box. Do you see the Steller’s jay? Greedy. So greedy. The eat suet faster than we can buy it.
A few more pictures.
This is my great, great grandma and my great grandma. When I first saw the picture I thought that the lady on the left sure had enormous feet! I realized it was a shadow. I like this picture because my great, great grandma was still wearing the long dress that had gone “out of style” 20 years earlier. My aunt said she still wore two or three petticoats. She also told me she had snow white hair that was past her waist and she would braid it and wrap it around and around her head.
This is one of my great uncles. Look at those smouldering eyes and the uniform. Such the bad boy with his cigarette. He was 25 here. I’m not sure who the guy on the right is. On the back it says Patrick Grimes and he was in the Scottish regiment. I did a Google search but could not find him. Of course, he is likely long since dead but if any member of his family is looking I have a picture for you. He would have been 20 here, I think.
And one last picture. This is my beloved Nana. This is how I remember her. She was about 50 here which is just a little older than I am now. Remember, she was 17 when she had my dad and 45 when I was born. She was much younger than my other grandma who was almost 60. My nana was so cool and hip. She painted her nails red and smoked cigarettes and you could talk to her about sex and go visit her at anytime of the day or night and she would be so happy to see you and then she would make tea. When we were little it was White Rose Tea which was mostly milk with a drop of tea.
One day I will tell you about my other grandma that was a world different than my nana but just was beautiful. And my step grandma too. She was a hoot! But, stories for another day.