I'm sorry sara

Man, this is a rollercoaster with a certain end. Meds change led to my aunt feeling so much better that she tried beyond what she could and her caretakers (uncle and daughter) could control. Which lead to fevers and falling and uhg. There's still hope she could come home to die there. Anyway, I am SO THANKKFUL my uncle realized he'd reached what he could do and sought out a place. It's nice. I googled it and was impressed. And even if it isn't until the end, it is a nice vacation for all of them. He deserves it. Someone else to worry about the meds and logistics.

I'm trying to get a read on my dad, but he's being his usual opaque. Called them tonight because really. I worry about him.

Sorry for not being more engaged. I've been in one weird headspace or another for a bit. Not even tracking, really.

Sara - As much as I wanted to care for my mom during her final days, moving her to the hospice care center was the best for both of us. I could be there for her and not have to worry about if I was giving her the right care. All the people involved with the center, from the doctors to the volunteers were so fantastic. It sounds as though your uncle has found a similar place for your aunt. My best thoughts for you and your family.

thank you, Suzi. I wish I could will your words to him. He seems to have a lot of guilt over this.

This going to overwhelm your mind and your heart and there is nothing you can do about it but get through it. No need to apologize for that and for how that makes you feel.

I signed up for the first level design class in Design and when they found out I was an art major, they tossed me out. I mean that. It didn't matter that I'd signed up and gotten admitted fair & square. They marched me to administration and removed me from the class.

Man, I'm boggling at that. Graphic design was a subset of the Fine Art department at my school and the students mingled pretty freely though of course people favored one or the other depending on their major. And I was the most pointedly drawing and painting-focused Design student in years since I was training specifically as a professional illustrator.

If something like that had been pulled with me, I'd have told the administrator I dealt with that they'd better find an explicit rule in the school's charter forbidding crossover or they'd be financing my education at a competing university, and a new addition to my lawyer's vacation home.

I tried to fight but not hard enough, I guess. It was utter bullshit but typical of my time at UCLA. Good school but had some messed up stuff with the art/design divide. (I also wanted to double major but they wouldn't let art majors double in anything but art history.)

Your aunt sounds pretty nifty, sarameg.

I am so sorry to hear about your aunt, sara.

Sophia, is this the one you are looking for? [link]

YES! I am even signed in!

And Spidra, that is messed up. We were pretty bad in the theatre department for being not so friendly to people who were music majors and wanted to do the dreaded "musical theatre", but the instructors never were.

For some reason, being stopped at a light in front of a polling place full of campaign workers with my windows down as NPR played the snippet from Evita with Patti LuPone belting out "Screw the middle classes!" struck me as completely hilarious this morning. Like, near tears choking hilarious.

Gonna leave work early and hit my polling place on the way to the Y.