Ma-for your MIL, Burrell. I hope they get it figured out and cured quickly.
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Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
~ma for Burrell's mother-in-law.
My neighborhood, at the moment, is a snowy wonderland for kids and a massive clusterfuck for everyone else. None of the three subways nearby are running and none of the side streets have been plowed. The two main commercial streets nearby have been plowed, but only once, and not very well - at the north end of our block a normally two-lane street has been reduced to a one-lane parking lot. (I saw a row of five cars which had all managed to dig themselves out and pull into the middle of the street, but then couldn't get any further and so just sat there blocking the road.)
Theoretically my grocery delivery has been rescheduled for tomorrow, but I'm not optimistic that they'll be able to get the truck down the block!
For the first time this week I'm hoping I don't go into labor any time soon, because I think I'd have to walk to the hospital. (It's a shame my neighbor the doula is out of town...would be nice to have someone who's assisted a birth before, just in case!)
Not sure where this was taken, but here's a cool timelapse of the snow coming in last night:
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Good gravy Jessica, that's a helluva lot of snow!
Breathing~ma for Burrell's MIL. That's so worrying--I hope she's doing better soon!
Oh, Burrell, all kinds of ~ma for your MiL. That's scary.
Whenever I can talk myself off the couch I have pics to upload from our snow walk this morning - some of the drifts were over Dylan's head.
Burrell, I hope your MiL's breathing improves.
Good thoughts to your MIL, Burrell.
Speaking of grandmothers, mine just told me about the time she saved her landlady from suicide! My grandmother was in the apartment with a 4 year old, a 2 year old, and a baby, and she was smelling gas. Couldn't figure out what was going on. At some point, the paper boy or someone came by to collect, and suddenly, she was like, "oh shit" (not her words). So she got the paper boy to stay in her place with the kids and ran up to the landlady's apartment, where she found her with her head in the stove, apparently very close to death! Called her doctor, called the police, and the lady lived. Yikes. I heart my grandmother.
Lots and lots of ~ma to your MIL and your DH, Burrell (and of course to you too). Breathing difficulties are so scary; good thoughts to all of you.