While LJ was down...

[chanaleh]

Casual readers may or may not know that LJ had a major power outage this weekend and was down for over 24 hours. Not a catastrophe, but I admit its absence was palpable for me. Amazing how intrinsically LJ has become woven into my mental space.

So, Friday: work, shul, then joined Tiger Boy for a Shabbat dinner in my neighborhood with the MIT Reform Chavurah where I met and re-met a lot of lovely people (including miraclaire. *waves* It's a while since I met anyone new who said "Hey, do I recognize you from LJ?" Hee).

Saturday: The low-grade cold I've had all week moved up into my ears, right on schedule. More shul, at which the Mystery Hunt was much discussed. Costume shopping for Talley's Folly at the Davis Sq. Goodwill, then a little extra Goodwill shopping for myself (all very successful). Dinner at home, made some buttons (replenishing stock before Arisia), worked on memorizing my lines (we're supposed to have them basically down by Tuesday night's rehearsal, aaah!), then watched Fraggle Rock with Tiger Boy.

Today: Would have gone cross-country skiing except that the group outing was cancelled for lack of snow (!). Didn't end up going ice skating (the proposed alternative plan) either, though. Instead: Went out for brunch (on which more under separate cover). Borrowed ablock's car to make a preliminary grocery run to Brookline for next Monday's Tu B'Shvat seder. Started work on the shul newsletter layout (which I ought to go finish). Had the first round of Honorable Menschen auditions, which went off well; one more session tomorrow night before we make decisions.

I also talked to my mom this afternoon. She has apparently had the Death Flu all week; this was the first I knew of it, but it was really pretty spooky in that her voice was completely unrecognizable; I could barely tell it was her from the initial answering machine message she left me. She's beginning to feel better, though; her fever's come down and such.
      She also filled me in on my 88-year-old grandmother, who's been in the hospital all week (I did hear about this on Wednesday: complications from, likewise, a flulike illness). She has now been moved to a nursing home rehab center for what is likely to be a couple months' recovery... at best. At worst, maybe less, if you see what I mean. Her health and sight and hearing have all been deteriorating much faster the past year or so, and this already is the eleventh year since the stroke that put her in a wheelchair. It's hard to grasp that the end could really be near, this time. She's been crying for it for years already, and I don't know how to wish for anything else for her. But it's still hard to grasp.

I feel like there is more to report, or at least, that a lot has happened that the above doesn't capture the way I thought it would. I think I'm just not taking the time (or the liberty) to flesh it out right now. Miles to go before I sleep. Even if I'm not the one with two paper revisions to turn in this week.

Comments

[chaiya.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

I have a somewhat extensive Fraggle Rock collection, if you ever need more. :)

[vettecat.livejournal.com]

Hope that everyone's health improves soon!

[trowa-barton.livejournal.com]

Fraggle Rock is trippy.

[jessruth.livejournal.com]

E. and I watched the first ep of Fraggle Rock at the Museum of TV & Radio, on one of our early dates.

Also, re family health issues: *hug*

...as I go through my entire friendslist from the last two weeks...

[muchabstracted.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear about the health issues... my best for your grandmother.

Instead: Went out for brunch (on which more under separate cover).

Oh, that makes me sad, because it makes me think you were uncomfortable. Or something similarly negative. It was unfortunate that I had laryngitis -- not just because it was frustrating for me to have to remain silent or because it was weird for everyone else to have Silent Girl at the table -- but also because it made Mom, shall we say, pre-occupied. She was more pre-occupied than she would ordinarily have been, I think, because I have had a buttload of weirdo health problems since May, and Mom has been increasingly frustrated that she is unable to do anything to help me with them. So, when she can do something...

Incidentally, I discovered that the International "I can't talk" gesture is to point to the throat and shake the head vigorously.

Re: ...as I go through my entire friendslist from the last two weeks...

[chanaleh.livejournal.com]

Hi! And -- oh, no, no, not at all. If I'd written more under separate cover (and it turns out that I never did, actually), it would have simply been to go "Eeeeee...." :-) I was totally comfortable and had a really nice time. Even though I was sorry that you couldn't talk! Hope you've gotten your voice back somewhat!

Re: ...as I go through my entire friendslist from the last two weeks...

[muchabstracted.livejournal.com]

Oh, good! I thought it was fun, too, despite the whole laryngitis thing. And I can definitely understand the "Eeeee" response. (Though it's not a situation I've yet been in, it seems like that would be fairly standard.)

Fortunately, the voice is almost entirely back. I could croak at people again from Tuesday onwards. Hurrah!