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To Grandmother's House we go...
Jun. 21st, 2001 05:27 pmAnd Grandad's too, actually. ;) I stoppped by after my half day to have lunch with them, as I've been horribly undutiful and haven't visited off my own bat since I got here. For shame - they only live a ten minute ride away from home. Anyhoo, they fed me cheesy toast and fruit cake and we had a great talk. About all kinds of things. They may be getting a bit vague these days, but it's still interesting talking to them - no matter how much I think I know them, they always surprise me.
They're my mum's parents, in their seventies now, I think. Nan's one of those active "Grey Power" types - she does all these classes, from woodwork to quilt making and water aerobics, with the University of the Third Age - and she's always happy and bubbly and full of chat. Grandad's gotten a lot quieter in the last year, and isn't as on top of things as he was - the family is getting concerned about him. But he's not in his dotage yet, and asked me some interesting questions about my job and my propsects for next year.
Speaking of work, today was not the day to have a bad hair day - the court room was full of hairdressers! There was a special fixture civil case on, which I'd forgotten about. We don't normally sit on Thursdays, but this case hadn't been reached a couple of times on Wednesdays, so we arranged a magistrate for today, just for this case. The plaintiff was a woman who had done a course with this hairdressing college, only she wasn't happy with the accreditation, etc at the end, so she sued. I've got no idea what happened in the end, but as she was running the case herself against a barrister, I don't fancy her chances. In civil matters, money (for the lawyers) talks.
A bit tired and headachy now, 'though. And my throat's scratchy - I'd better not be coming down with something! I'll dose up on echinacea tonight, and hopefully that'll do the trick.
*reads mail and thwaps forehead* Another "you got the bit about rear-view mirrors wrong" comment. I know I got that wrong, damnit! I'm going to have to ask Lise and luba to take that part of the Glossary down - that'll teach me to write those damn things when it's late. I can't even remember which one we use now, I'm all confused. I know people mean to be helpful, but after the sixth time, it's getting a tad irritating. Like when you have a coldsore and everyone you see says, "What happened to your face?" Or maybe not, since I didn't realise I was wrong until after the first comment, and you know about the coldsore from the moment it appears.
BRM's sitting on the couch staring into space. He was doing the same in the car when he got home, for about fifteen minutes. Something's up, but I've already asked how things went today and he didn't say anything had gone wrong, and I'm damned if I'm going to ask again and risk being called clinging. Probably the Kate thing - she seems to have told some story to the course co-ordinator about how he was stalking her or something, and it's got him worried. Not that he was stalking her, but it's a difficult slur to counter. That and the fact she's spreading the fact of his depression around the class, and people are treating him like a psycho. Stupid narrow-minded country towns. But if he won't talk to me, I can't make him. And if that's the case, then it's not my problem, except when he makes me nervous, sitting there like a zombie or something... *brrs*
They're my mum's parents, in their seventies now, I think. Nan's one of those active "Grey Power" types - she does all these classes, from woodwork to quilt making and water aerobics, with the University of the Third Age - and she's always happy and bubbly and full of chat. Grandad's gotten a lot quieter in the last year, and isn't as on top of things as he was - the family is getting concerned about him. But he's not in his dotage yet, and asked me some interesting questions about my job and my propsects for next year.
Speaking of work, today was not the day to have a bad hair day - the court room was full of hairdressers! There was a special fixture civil case on, which I'd forgotten about. We don't normally sit on Thursdays, but this case hadn't been reached a couple of times on Wednesdays, so we arranged a magistrate for today, just for this case. The plaintiff was a woman who had done a course with this hairdressing college, only she wasn't happy with the accreditation, etc at the end, so she sued. I've got no idea what happened in the end, but as she was running the case herself against a barrister, I don't fancy her chances. In civil matters, money (for the lawyers) talks.
A bit tired and headachy now, 'though. And my throat's scratchy - I'd better not be coming down with something! I'll dose up on echinacea tonight, and hopefully that'll do the trick.
*reads mail and thwaps forehead* Another "you got the bit about rear-view mirrors wrong" comment. I know I got that wrong, damnit! I'm going to have to ask Lise and luba to take that part of the Glossary down - that'll teach me to write those damn things when it's late. I can't even remember which one we use now, I'm all confused. I know people mean to be helpful, but after the sixth time, it's getting a tad irritating. Like when you have a coldsore and everyone you see says, "What happened to your face?" Or maybe not, since I didn't realise I was wrong until after the first comment, and you know about the coldsore from the moment it appears.
BRM's sitting on the couch staring into space. He was doing the same in the car when he got home, for about fifteen minutes. Something's up, but I've already asked how things went today and he didn't say anything had gone wrong, and I'm damned if I'm going to ask again and risk being called clinging. Probably the Kate thing - she seems to have told some story to the course co-ordinator about how he was stalking her or something, and it's got him worried. Not that he was stalking her, but it's a difficult slur to counter. That and the fact she's spreading the fact of his depression around the class, and people are treating him like a psycho. Stupid narrow-minded country towns. But if he won't talk to me, I can't make him. And if that's the case, then it's not my problem, except when he makes me nervous, sitting there like a zombie or something... *brrs*
