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Sunday: track, brunch, apple store
Feb. 9th, 2020 11:00 pmI took T. to track, because R. was feeling pretty under the weather. It was great to see B. (and her son B.). Her husband had some health issues, but is slowly getting better — lots of news to catch up on. Also nice to see R., AJ, and chat with people. AJ is putting together some exercises to help T. with flexibility. So, so, so many people have tried this in so many forms over so many years. Perhaps this will work. One never knows.
I took A. to brunch. Always fun!
We stopped at the dollar store. They had the taller goodie bags this time, so we picked those up and assembled her Valentines for school on Friday. I even found a thematic bag to put them in.
I took T. to Solomon Pond Apple Store. Incorrect choice! I should have gone to Burlington. I should have checked who had stock in Airpod Pros. I should have realized there were supply chain issues. I am so ignorant! Oh well! I bought them on my phone before driving home, and will pick them up tomorrow.
I watched Knives Out, since it is out on iTunes and I missed it in the theatre. OMG what a fantastic romp!
SPOILERS!!!!!
I really struggled with the initial depiction of the medication mixup. I mean, I totally believed it initially, but then several minutes of film time went by and he did not look like he had received morphine. I have never had morphine, but I have had some major abdominal surgery (2 c-sections and a laparascopic appendectomy, so not sure whether that counts or not) and associated pain medication delivered not orally. You feel it. Right away. It might take 10 minutes or whatever the movie said to cause someone to stop breathing, but there would be no question which one was injected long before that. So I was like, someone did something and he did not really get the morphine. When she then could not find the nalaxone, I was like, okay, I bet old dude did this and he actually faked the whole thing, but then someone came along later and killed him.
But that was not the movie at all, and trying to reconcile my expectations with what actually developed over the course of the film was a struggle. I mean, super happy to find out that someone had switched the meds and taken the naloxone, because that explained why, when she picked the “wrong” vial it did not look at all like she had given him the morphine. Still jarring to find out he really and truly did commit suicide.
I think what got me thinking the longest after the movie, tho, was watching Marta get more and more distressed while she was at her own home, and how her mother and sister (?) assumed that if Marta got rich, it was We Are Rich, not, Marta is Rich. Marta at the end is in so many ways where Thrombey was when he bought the house in the 80s: wealthy, wanting to help his family, a little concerned about where that was going to go and how that was going to turn out, trying desperately to figure out who to trust and how much. Who knows, the previous owners of the house probably went through similar each time they bought the place.
I kid. What really got me thinking the longest was, fine, leave all the kids and grandkids out of the will, whatever. And look, I get how one can have such a traumatic relationship with one’s mother that one does not include her in estate plans. But she was living with him there at the house! And she got cut out of the will, too. So weird! Hard to worry too much about her, tho. I mean, that was a very long life, right? I also could not help but wonder if she really was his mother at all. Was that a twist that got left on the cutting room floor?
I took A. to brunch. Always fun!
We stopped at the dollar store. They had the taller goodie bags this time, so we picked those up and assembled her Valentines for school on Friday. I even found a thematic bag to put them in.
I took T. to Solomon Pond Apple Store. Incorrect choice! I should have gone to Burlington. I should have checked who had stock in Airpod Pros. I should have realized there were supply chain issues. I am so ignorant! Oh well! I bought them on my phone before driving home, and will pick them up tomorrow.
I watched Knives Out, since it is out on iTunes and I missed it in the theatre. OMG what a fantastic romp!
SPOILERS!!!!!
I really struggled with the initial depiction of the medication mixup. I mean, I totally believed it initially, but then several minutes of film time went by and he did not look like he had received morphine. I have never had morphine, but I have had some major abdominal surgery (2 c-sections and a laparascopic appendectomy, so not sure whether that counts or not) and associated pain medication delivered not orally. You feel it. Right away. It might take 10 minutes or whatever the movie said to cause someone to stop breathing, but there would be no question which one was injected long before that. So I was like, someone did something and he did not really get the morphine. When she then could not find the nalaxone, I was like, okay, I bet old dude did this and he actually faked the whole thing, but then someone came along later and killed him.
But that was not the movie at all, and trying to reconcile my expectations with what actually developed over the course of the film was a struggle. I mean, super happy to find out that someone had switched the meds and taken the naloxone, because that explained why, when she picked the “wrong” vial it did not look at all like she had given him the morphine. Still jarring to find out he really and truly did commit suicide.
I think what got me thinking the longest after the movie, tho, was watching Marta get more and more distressed while she was at her own home, and how her mother and sister (?) assumed that if Marta got rich, it was We Are Rich, not, Marta is Rich. Marta at the end is in so many ways where Thrombey was when he bought the house in the 80s: wealthy, wanting to help his family, a little concerned about where that was going to go and how that was going to turn out, trying desperately to figure out who to trust and how much. Who knows, the previous owners of the house probably went through similar each time they bought the place.
I kid. What really got me thinking the longest was, fine, leave all the kids and grandkids out of the will, whatever. And look, I get how one can have such a traumatic relationship with one’s mother that one does not include her in estate plans. But she was living with him there at the house! And she got cut out of the will, too. So weird! Hard to worry too much about her, tho. I mean, that was a very long life, right? I also could not help but wonder if she really was his mother at all. Was that a twist that got left on the cutting room floor?