Go Easy on Me

My glasses broke right in half the other night. Ordered new ones, but it will be a couple of weeks before they're in. In the meantime, I'm using another pair from a few years ago with a slightly different prescription, they'll do in a pinch. Still, typing this post is more challenging than usual.

Could be that it's not the old prescription at all, could be my eyes are damaged from watching six episodes of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding on YouTube last night. Wow. Like a hot pink train wreck. You just can't turn away.
I only stopped because there weren't any more episodes uploaded. (if you find out there are more - do NOT tell me!)
Actually it's a fascinating series about the Irish traveler culture in general, not just weddings; one episode featured a Roma, who seemed a bit low key compared to the Travelers.

Anyway, I took today off so Mom and I could do mani-pedi's. They took off the gel nails (too much maintenance, not to mention the fungal possibility); they do manicures at CB once a month (today of course). Here's my blueberry toes (Playing Around Midnight). Mom stuck to Flashbulb Fuchsia.

While I was at CB, I checked on the DNR (I had asked the acting administrator about it, now the real administrator's back, so we'll should have some action.). Also let her know she needs to call the funeral home in Florida to make arrangements, because apparently they have some in with funeral homes up here and can make the transporting cheaper than if we were to call ourselves.

A. said Mom seems to have taken another step down, her language skills are disappearing (iggy iggy iggy). I think so too. She repeats one word over and over (not just iggy) - more more more; anything anything anything anything...and then dissolves into nonsense. Like a baby learning to talk - but in reverse. Sigh.
When The Boy was learning to talk he would string together a paragraph's worth of sounds and what he was talking about would be the last word and clear as a bell. "yadayadayadayadayaydablahblahbalhbalhyada bird."

There was a woman, (new to me, Mom declared her nice), walking around in her black robe down on Mom's wing. She came up to us saying she didn't know where her husband was. That they had bought this place and they were living there, but she couldn't find him. She was worried and didn't know what to do.
I can't find my mother either. Even though she's standing right here. Saying iggy over and over.

Jiminy Christmas.

We ate at McAllister's after the nail salon. On the way home, iggy turned into hickey. I asked her if she had a hickey.
Suddenly all coy she said, "What do you think?"
Frankly, I do not want to think about that at all.

We blew some bubbles in the parking lot. I had more fun with those than she did.

Then I went to see The Dude and collected a little cash from some work I did for him last month.
Then promptly spent it at Southern Season. (AMAZING hand lotion from Italy Olivella; a verbena and bamboo Thymes candle (their Frasier Fir smalls just like Christmas); Gruner Veltliner (a nice light German wine) and a few other sundry things.). (Note to self - just because it's a sale doesn't mean you HAVE to spend money.)
Helped a man find a jar opener, because he asked me if I knew where they were. I did. Told him a thin mouse pad works perfectly, but he became enamored with the design of this one by Zyliss:

Turns out he was an engineer. We had a little chat about whether his wife would be so enamored of the price (20% off brought it under $20).

As I came out of Southern Season into University Mall, an older couple sat at one of the tables, the husband sitting behind the wife; he was stroking her hair.
"Is my hair messed up?"
"No."

For Pete's sake.

I guess I'm SUPPOSED to cry in public today.