This is somewhere around day 46 or 47 of our stay-at-home order. Our office physically closed around March 11. The students were told not to return from spring break and that classes would be conducted online.
So for over a month now, I — like so many other people around the world — am working from home. I go to the grocery once every two weeks or so. I go to the pharmacy for prescription refills and, if necessary, I go to the convenience store for snacks if I’m really craving something. My car is getting about three weeks to the gallon. Continue reading “Social distancing and the introvert”
Tonight at 9:02, it will be a year since mom passed. I miss her every day. In some ways so much has changed. In other ways, nothing has changed. I still feel guilty for reasons known only to mom and me — and Dan, Dad, Granddad, Grandmama, mom’s dad (I have no idea what I would have called him.) Let’s just say, I don’t expect to see any of them when my time comes.
Recently, I have been searching through Ancestry.com for family on both sides. Out of curiosity, I have had my DNA tested by two different companies. I figure I can look through the results to see if there’s anything I my doctor should know as well as see if I can find some family members.
There has been nothing closer than 3rd cousins found and I’m not predisposed to any major worrisome health issues. Good to know!
I’ve watched the Gilmore Girls for years. While my brother was coming out of surgery, I was watching Luke’s answer to Lorelei’s proposal, hoping the episode concluded before I had to go to his room. Yes, I know. Bad sister! No biscuit!
I watch the reruns and I have the cookbooks. The episode 18 in season 3, Richard makes a dish he calls “Johnny Machete.” I watched the episode again — AGAIN! — a couple weeks ago and decided to check the cookbooks for it. Zip. Nada.
The Rory cocktail (the one Luke said was akin to drinking My Little Pony) and the Santa burger are there, along with salmon puffs and apple tarts, but no Johnny Machete.
As the holidays approach, I’ve been giving some thought to “family.”
My birth-family was very small. My mom had one brother and one sister. Her brother never had children and her sister had two daughters. My dad had one brother and his brother had two daughters and a son.
Getting into spouses’ siblings is irrelevant. I don’t know them or if they had progeny. Several years ago, I did meet some of their nieces and nephews at funerals, but I’m not in touch with any.