I think I can say with confidence that the antibiotics are not working. It's Columbus Day, so I don't have work, but I've spent the day at home working on freelance stuff. I keep having to stop the minidisc I'm transcribing to wipe my nose. I feel like my head is full of cotton. Or perhaps polyester.
My mom's in Ghent, on an Elderhostel trip to learn about Dutch art. I'm jealous. Well, about the Europe part, not so much about being surrounded by old people. She just called - she's having a great time, now that she's not with, as she said, "the roommate from...you can guess where." Isn't that cute? She's a backsliding Unitarian, and she still won't say "hell."
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I just read about Elderhostel in Parents magazine. How cool! If I could only talk my mom into doing something like that she might have more to talk about than her ailments. (Not that I don't love talking about her ailments. No really.)
This is my mom's second Elderhostel this year - she's had a great time. She'd always wanted to do them, and finally this year convinced herself that it's ok to do them without my dad. (It probably helps that I'm around to make sure he eats.)
Yes, men and their pesky eating.
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