Jessica, I'm so sorry.
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I am so sorry, Jessica.
Just finally got a return call from Ms. Louise. Not good. Her fall before xmas fractured part of her lumbar spine. She's mobile, just not supposed to be, and her fucking mooching relatives... Nakia (her great-granddaughter)'s 11 month old is gone. They knew she wouldn't live long (congenital encephal-something) but everyone is pretty broken up.
I really wish I could get her into a Weinberg senior apt.
Oh jeez.
I'm so sorry Jessica.
A little ray of light: one of the new neighbors I met recalled I was a nightowl and needed to vent as she finished her commute home, so called and we had a nice chat. I like her a lot. Too. Too many to count.
I'm so sorry, Jessica.
I've seen at least two different commercials during the Olympics featuring little girls playing hockey.
That's cool (no pun intended!).
I found out tonight that I think I'm turning into my mother. Mom is notorious for being able to run into someone she knows/is related to almost every place she would go in her hometown here in Illinois.
Tonight, at my library class, we had a panel of librarians in various fields to talk to us. After everyone got their namecards placed in front of them, I stared at the one for the public librarian and his face for a while. During his introduction, he mentioned he'd been working at the local library "for at least 12 years, let's just say that," and I knew then that I'd worked with him at that library 20 years ago, when we were both part-timers at the AV and interlibrary loan desks. When he paused after his introduction, I rose my hand and asked him if he'd been there for 20 years, and he looked at me in return and said, "I thought I recognized you!"
Kathy, it's ok, I am becoming my dad.