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Sunday was chatty
May. 18th, 2025 11:59 pmI walked with M.
I had a delightful zoom with I.
I had a phone call with H. and C. I also saw them both on family zoom.
I had a delightful phone call with Priestess. She was clearing paper off the bar counter and filled two of the recycling bins from the corner. Wow!!!! I think she has motivated me to actually run the shredder. I did a bunch of proxy voting while I was on the phone call with her, and deleted a ton of email. I also figured out a way to set up my phone in the car if I have to do a call in there. It’s not great, but it should work if I want to actually have people see me (not clear if I do!).
A. and I watched a little TikTok.
I’m charging my lighted makeup mirror. I misplaced the cord, but R. tracked it down for me. In the course of repeatedly going through the drawers in the bathroom, I found the restaurant bag hook thingie that I had misplaced.
I mostly finished with the outlets project. I sent the email.
I’ve been talking with C. and H. about the respite option, and shared the list of places. It is not clear whether C. is actually waitlisted anywhere at all, and the opinions she is giving about the various places are NOT based on people she knows, but rather reading reviews online. Which is fine, but she seems to be confusing some of the places, which is of course unhelpful. Also, she’s got this idea that a 3.8 review on a 5 scale is a “D”. Which, no. H. needs to go home on Wednesday to do some things in her life, and I’m hoping that maybe she can do a tour Monday or Tuesday. They are claiming that the rehab place C. is in also does respite; if so, that may wind up being the default if C. is booted from rehab quickly, because I am deeply skeptical of her being able to be in her house without support with laundry and bathing and so forth. I’m trying not to worry too much, but to just assume that things will work out one way or the other. The way C. and H. make decisions is soooo strange to me.
It’s abundantly clear that the staff at the rehab are not taking C.’s assertion of being immunocompromised at all seriously. H. is upset, but it confirms what R. and I had believed all along. I am working hard to not engage when they complain about that or make assertions about how compromised her immune system is.
I had a delightful zoom with I.
I had a phone call with H. and C. I also saw them both on family zoom.
I had a delightful phone call with Priestess. She was clearing paper off the bar counter and filled two of the recycling bins from the corner. Wow!!!! I think she has motivated me to actually run the shredder. I did a bunch of proxy voting while I was on the phone call with her, and deleted a ton of email. I also figured out a way to set up my phone in the car if I have to do a call in there. It’s not great, but it should work if I want to actually have people see me (not clear if I do!).
A. and I watched a little TikTok.
I’m charging my lighted makeup mirror. I misplaced the cord, but R. tracked it down for me. In the course of repeatedly going through the drawers in the bathroom, I found the restaurant bag hook thingie that I had misplaced.
I mostly finished with the outlets project. I sent the email.
I’ve been talking with C. and H. about the respite option, and shared the list of places. It is not clear whether C. is actually waitlisted anywhere at all, and the opinions she is giving about the various places are NOT based on people she knows, but rather reading reviews online. Which is fine, but she seems to be confusing some of the places, which is of course unhelpful. Also, she’s got this idea that a 3.8 review on a 5 scale is a “D”. Which, no. H. needs to go home on Wednesday to do some things in her life, and I’m hoping that maybe she can do a tour Monday or Tuesday. They are claiming that the rehab place C. is in also does respite; if so, that may wind up being the default if C. is booted from rehab quickly, because I am deeply skeptical of her being able to be in her house without support with laundry and bathing and so forth. I’m trying not to worry too much, but to just assume that things will work out one way or the other. The way C. and H. make decisions is soooo strange to me.
It’s abundantly clear that the staff at the rehab are not taking C.’s assertion of being immunocompromised at all seriously. H. is upset, but it confirms what R. and I had believed all along. I am working hard to not engage when they complain about that or make assertions about how compromised her immune system is.