Little Bit of This, Little Bit of That

1. We went to the library on Saturday morning. I re-checked out The Stillest Day (Josephine Hart) since it was on the shelf, and also found Fire (Kristin Cashore) and The Magician's Guild (Trudi Canavan). I finished Fire before I went to sleep that night - it was VERY good.

( Updated Reading List )

2. Had a lazy weekend, did a lot of reading. Went to Bunny and John's yesterday for split pea soup and grilled cheese sandwiches; watched the football game (YEAH, VIKES!!!) and got a fabulous box cut RIGHT ALONG THE CUTICLE on my left thumb. Bled like a stuck pig, straight through the first bandaid and well into a second. It's fine now, but MAN, did it hurt at the time.

3. Mom's CAT scan on Friday went fine, she gets the results today, so I'll have to call her later and find out what's up, since no one ever bothers to call me and tell me of their own volition. *rolls eyes*

4. Going up to Duluth for a little get-away next weekend. Cabin's all booked and I can't wait. Even if all we do is hunker down for the weekend inside the cabin, it will nice to get out of town for a couple days. I leave work early on Friday, and we come back Sunday afternoon - in time to watch the game!

5. GO VIKINGS!! I actually don't really know who will win - my team is excellent, but the Saints are AWESOME. It's going to be a tough game. I think we could win, but I have no delusions whatsoever regarding the Vikes' capability of bombing it. Either way, we'll tune in.

6. Go away, monthly annoyance. You're not wanted in this body.

So last Thursday, Matt picked up Mikey from school and then drove down here to wait for me to get off work, as per usual. He mentioned to Mike that Jenn (his brother Steve's wife) had their new baby the previous evening, and somehow the topic got on to how it was a C-section. So Mikey asked what that was, and Matt explained that it meant the doctors cut a small opening in Jenn's tummy and took the baby out.

Mikey asked if he was born like that, and Matt said, "No, you were born the regular way." And not understanding, Mike wanted to know what the "regular" way was.

Keep in mind, this kid has no idea what sex is, how babies are made, etc. He thinks it's "sex" if two people are naked, in bed, under the covers, and kissing. And he thinks that babies are made by Mommy kissing Daddy while "thinking real hard about wanting a baby." And remember, too, that this is the 11-year-old who firmly believes that girls don't have crotches because they don't have a penis or balls, and no amount of description or definition or authority will make him believe it.

So Matt tells him the regular way is when "the baby comes out where the girl's private parts are."

Mikey thinks for a few minutes, then says, "So I came out where the pee comes out?"

And Matt, laughing, said that "no, of course not - you came out from the same area, but not from where the pee comes from."

Another few seconds pass, and Mikey, the picture of incredulity and confusion, asks in exasperation, "But where's the third hole?!?!!"

*dies*

Sad News: I walked in to work this morning, ten minutes late due to driving conditions, to find the entire floor gathered and looking unhappy in the hallway. Some people had coats on and were leaving, others had tear-stained faces, others were saddened, but not cryingly so. Turns out Lynnette, one of my coworkers, just lost her youngest daughter either last night or this morning. Her daughter was 17 years old, and no one knows what happened yet.

Lynnette has no family here at all. She is single, has no significant other and her oldest daughter is in Italy for school right now. Several of the people who were leaving when I got here were going to be with Lynnette - which is good.

Please pray for Lynnette. She needs it so much right now.

More Sad News: Kimberly (my old boss, and the lady I rode in to work with for most of last year) - her dad was taken into the hospital on Monday; her mom found him in their basement, delirious and unable to figure out where he was or how long he'd been there. He has pneumonia. This is on top of his Parkinson's, which is getting very rapidly worse as the weeks go by. He was getting better yesterday, but has had some kind of episode and is now strapped to the hospital bed and telling anybody who will listen that he's being beaten, that he wants to talk to people who don't exist, all sorts of weird things. They have no idea what's going on, and Kimberly is just about beside herself with worry. Please pray for her, too.

And Some Glad News: I have another nephew! Born via C-section at 10:55 Mountain Standard Time last night, Xavier Raymond Gary Bilyk weighed 3 pounds, 13 ounces and was 16 inches long. He's about seven weeks early; he'll be in NICU for a while, but that's to be expected, I suppose. Both mom and baby are doing well, per mom.

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It feels like there's 8436546421873541 things going on, and going wrong. I know it happens to other people too, but just-.

( This and That )

OK, that's all. I think...

I sent an email to my boss this morning:

My grandmother took a very, very bad fall on Saturday evening and is unresponsive in the Trauma unit at North Memorial. She’s being moved to a hospice room, and no one expects her to be holding on much longer.

I wanted to let you know, as I’ll need to leave when she goes.

Thanks.
Kim

This is what she sent me back. Verbatim:

I hope all is well

.....

What the fuck?! Of course all isn't well, you moron. She's dying!!

And just because I'm in the mood to be irrational, I'll tell you all how bloody irritating it is that there was no signature, neither automatically added nor typed in, no name signed or whatever. Literally, that's all the response said. *rolls eyes very, very hard*

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In other news, she's been moved to a hospice room now, about seven this morning, actually. Dad says her breathing is slower and shallower now, and alternates between sounding like a percolator and sounding like a purring cat.

*sigh*

On our way to the hospital. Grandma took a really, really bad fall and is unresponsive; they say she'll be gone soon.

Pray for her, for the passage to go painlessly.