So this is my last bit on this...

I had a student this year who was admitted to UCLA and also to USC. He is in a wheelchair with MD. He was getting big financial aid packages to both and I kept saying, pick USC. It's not a better school, but it's more manageable in terms of disability services.

AND HOW.

If we lived in a rainier place, I'd want to get batman boots for N & G and ita! Also how cute is the batman dress?

SO cute!

I want the Bat boots for me.

The Batman dress is marvellous. I have to spit at the pink Batgirl outfit, despite liking both pink and Batgirl. Just, no.

Uncle arrived, we bought him a new phone (#3) and had Thai food. He wants to see Ft McHenry, so we'll probably do that tomorrow. And get him a crabcake.

Saturday, my cousin is coming over with the kids and we'll probably do a late lunch/early dinner. I'd like to do Clementine, but the timing might be off.

Also, to date we've raised over a grand for my friends and their housemate who were robbed. I'd hoped for a little more, but this is good, and more cash may come in before the deadline tomorrow. Unfortunately, I won't be there, but that's ok.That we did it and got support from a wide range of folks, some of whom don't know the collectors, is awesome. And some people really amazed me with their generosity. I mean, SRSLY?!

Also, my uncle's bike? It's a two tone blue Moto Guzzi , older model. [link] I post this specifically for Scrappy's J.

I don't know where my Afrin is. Woe.

I blame all of this on the tile guys. Surely without them, my house would be perfectly organized.

What was kinda fun is that while Katie was in the parking office Noah and Grace tore their office up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Even if you weren't at fault, no matter what, they will shred your office."

Hah!

You know what? Parents and aunts and uncles getting older is hard. The uncle currently visiting me rode a motorcycle out from Colorado, but watching him move around my house and stairs, I am scrambling to move obstacles and lumpy surfaces out of the way. Seeing him get off the futon alarms me. I insisted on carrying his saddlepacks up the stairs, it was freaking me out too much to see him stepping gingerly. And yet this man, in his 70s, will clock around 4K miles on a motorcycle this summer. So maybe I should just chill. Or take his advice."Got an old man who lives a couple houses down. He's insulted whenever anyone offers help. That's silly. Me? That's someone else doing the work, I'll take it." ( do that in a Spock voice. Because he has the same Spockish diction. He's a nuclear scientist.)

How do I know when Hubby really feels like shit? He lets me help him. It's kind of a universal red alert to all our friends when he asks for/accepts help. Otherwise I have to look away from his struggling or even walk a few steps away just to keep myself from trying to interfere.

Pride has kept him alive this long, but damn it's hard being married to it.