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Dec. 4th, 2024 06:15 amOld business first.
Thank you. My posts about Myrna were for me. To dump and to chronicle. It ended up being a lot and since dump and chronicle was my goal, no big deal. BUT so many of you reading this, read all of that and left very supportive comments. I was actually pretty surprised at how much they mattered to me. Thank you. Thank all of you. There were a lot of firsts there. First time I'd ever actually experienced an ER. First time I'd ever spent any time in a hospital (well, since I had my appendix out in the 60's). First time I'd ever been responsible for another human - pretty much ever. I did a lot of things wrong but, because I was there, it was better. Because you guys chimed in and told me I was on the right path, it was doubly better.
So Thank you.
I'm trying to spend zero time worrying about any of it. I hope Myrna and I can be friends after but, if not, we had a great year and I helped her and I'm fine with that. I hope Myrna is fine and recovers. I did what I could.
I spent more money than I should have on a yellow smiley mug daisy arrangement that will be delivered to her at the rehab center today. I hope they give it to her and I hope she receives it with the love it was sent. If not, there's nothing I can do.
I have two more calls to make today - I promised updates. I called a couple of her friends last night. And I have two more to go today. And then I am done. I woke up several times in the night remembering things that needed to happen - clothes for her to wear to rehab, check on this, make sure there is that... get her mail, check her apartment, there's a pretty long list I have in my head. BUT no. It's no longer my job. I am done.
I am so honestly delighted to be home and get my own routine started again. I love having coffee at my table with my computer watching daylight out my window. And this is the first morning I've gotten to do that since November 15. And I'll get to have lunch with Hazel and John in the dining room - another thing I haven't gotten to do in a while.
Yesterday, I started getting my CPA shit together. Gathering and printing out all the documents I need to take to my appointment a week from Friday. One thing the Myrna deal pointed out to me is the holes in my own backup plan. I've tried to make it as easy as possible for my brother to step in and take over. But the pot holes I hit with Myrna, pointed out the same terrain with me. So I talked to my financial advisor yesterday and we got all the documents signed and then some nice folks at BECU added him to my credit card (he was already added to my bank accounts) so I think we're ok now. I am so grateful to have him - someone I love and trust who loves and trusts me - who is willing and able to step in.
I need some groceries. But, not desperately. My fridge is still bare from the power outage. I need eggs and mayo and mustard. I may go today and I may not. It's also laundry day. And the utility room - part of who's job it is to serve as a place to dump shit - needs a clean up. That may actually happen today.
I've really missed Twitter. It's where I got breaking news. It's where I got knitting tips. It's where I got random bon mots. It was easy and kept me amused. Since I gave it up a couple of years ago now, I have missed it. I've tried others but nothing was there yet. I signed up for Bluesky a while back and have checked it now and again but just wasn't feeling it. Until after the election. Bluesky has turned the corner. There are now enough people and companies and action to make it, for me, what Twitter was. And I'm glad to have it back.
Bluesky was where, this morning, I learned that the CEO of United Health Care was assassinated as he went into the company's corporate meeting in Manhattan. And I was able (with Deck.Blue) create an instant feed to get reactions about it. Turns out United Heath Care has pissed off a lot of people who have Bluesky accounts.
I started watching Maternal on Acorn and Man on the Inside on Netflix last night. And I got a doll done.

And, finally, Julie, who runs the hair salon downstairs has her Christmas decorations up. This woman does pretty good hair but absolutely fabulous decorating. Her little shop is tiny but she has every square inch covered and covered so creatively.

Thank you. My posts about Myrna were for me. To dump and to chronicle. It ended up being a lot and since dump and chronicle was my goal, no big deal. BUT so many of you reading this, read all of that and left very supportive comments. I was actually pretty surprised at how much they mattered to me. Thank you. Thank all of you. There were a lot of firsts there. First time I'd ever actually experienced an ER. First time I'd ever spent any time in a hospital (well, since I had my appendix out in the 60's). First time I'd ever been responsible for another human - pretty much ever. I did a lot of things wrong but, because I was there, it was better. Because you guys chimed in and told me I was on the right path, it was doubly better.
So Thank you.
I'm trying to spend zero time worrying about any of it. I hope Myrna and I can be friends after but, if not, we had a great year and I helped her and I'm fine with that. I hope Myrna is fine and recovers. I did what I could.
I spent more money than I should have on a yellow smiley mug daisy arrangement that will be delivered to her at the rehab center today. I hope they give it to her and I hope she receives it with the love it was sent. If not, there's nothing I can do.
I have two more calls to make today - I promised updates. I called a couple of her friends last night. And I have two more to go today. And then I am done. I woke up several times in the night remembering things that needed to happen - clothes for her to wear to rehab, check on this, make sure there is that... get her mail, check her apartment, there's a pretty long list I have in my head. BUT no. It's no longer my job. I am done.
I am so honestly delighted to be home and get my own routine started again. I love having coffee at my table with my computer watching daylight out my window. And this is the first morning I've gotten to do that since November 15. And I'll get to have lunch with Hazel and John in the dining room - another thing I haven't gotten to do in a while.
Yesterday, I started getting my CPA shit together. Gathering and printing out all the documents I need to take to my appointment a week from Friday. One thing the Myrna deal pointed out to me is the holes in my own backup plan. I've tried to make it as easy as possible for my brother to step in and take over. But the pot holes I hit with Myrna, pointed out the same terrain with me. So I talked to my financial advisor yesterday and we got all the documents signed and then some nice folks at BECU added him to my credit card (he was already added to my bank accounts) so I think we're ok now. I am so grateful to have him - someone I love and trust who loves and trusts me - who is willing and able to step in.
I need some groceries. But, not desperately. My fridge is still bare from the power outage. I need eggs and mayo and mustard. I may go today and I may not. It's also laundry day. And the utility room - part of who's job it is to serve as a place to dump shit - needs a clean up. That may actually happen today.
I've really missed Twitter. It's where I got breaking news. It's where I got knitting tips. It's where I got random bon mots. It was easy and kept me amused. Since I gave it up a couple of years ago now, I have missed it. I've tried others but nothing was there yet. I signed up for Bluesky a while back and have checked it now and again but just wasn't feeling it. Until after the election. Bluesky has turned the corner. There are now enough people and companies and action to make it, for me, what Twitter was. And I'm glad to have it back.
Bluesky was where, this morning, I learned that the CEO of United Health Care was assassinated as he went into the company's corporate meeting in Manhattan. And I was able (with Deck.Blue) create an instant feed to get reactions about it. Turns out United Heath Care has pissed off a lot of people who have Bluesky accounts.
I started watching Maternal on Acorn and Man on the Inside on Netflix last night. And I got a doll done.

And, finally, Julie, who runs the hair salon downstairs has her Christmas decorations up. This woman does pretty good hair but absolutely fabulous decorating. Her little shop is tiny but she has every square inch covered and covered so creatively.

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Date: 2024-12-04 03:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-12-04 03:45 pm (UTC)"I am so grateful to have him - someone I love and trust who loves and trusts me and is brilliant and really handsome."
All the facts that are fit to print.
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Date: 2024-12-04 03:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-12-04 04:17 pm (UTC)And I really, truly hope that Myrna realises what a lot of hard work you have done for her and how much energy that has cost you.
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Date: 2024-12-04 04:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-12-04 04:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-12-04 05:11 pm (UTC)I'm not very good at emotional and supportive words, but I will say what i said the other day, and I mean it truly- you've been a great friend to Myrna. Good job.
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Date: 2024-12-04 05:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-12-04 09:00 pm (UTC)You may get your news from Bluesky, but I get mine from you. Someone was *assassinated*? Appalling.
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Date: 2024-12-04 10:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-12-05 02:01 pm (UTC)