The Dept. of Useless & Ill-Informed Opinions

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The other night, on commenting that I’d switched from beer to bourbon, I promised “more detail tomorrow.” I didn’t do that on Saturday as promised, but I’ll now do it late on Sunday night.

The phone rang early on Friday morning. I rolled over and saw that it was my sister. I mentioned it to my wife before answering. We both figured that she was calling to say that something had happened to my father, who has has Parkinson’s for around 17 years, and is nearer to the end than the beginning. But that wasn’t it.

She was calling to tell us that sometime during the night on Thursday, my mother had a stroke in her sleep.

My mother woke up on Friday morning for work and realized that her left side was numb. She called my sister while she was on her own way to work, which is their normal routine (my mother works from home and my sister, a middle school vice principal, goes in very early) and they realized her voice was slurred. My mother commented to my sister that she thought she may have had a stroke.

The funny part is that my mother wasn’t alone. Her husband, my stepfather, was asleep next to her. My sister had her hand the phone to him, and she told him to get her to the hospital.

A little while later, the ER doctors confirmed the stroke, albeit minor one. After admitting her and running more tests, they determined that she had a small, untreatable blood clot in her brain.

My mother, who is 66, has beaten breast cancer, as well as a scare with a possible recurrence last year. It’s all been feeling like a pile-on these past few years. It’s been stressful for everyone, and for me it’s exacerbated by the fact that we live 1,500 miles away (her choice, not mine, but it’s still shitty when life threatening things happen). I very nearly got on a plane Friday evening or Saturday morning, but after more testing and much discussion all around, we all collectively decided that going down next weekend was the better choice.

After two days of monitoring, they determined that her risk of recurrence is low, and she was sent home earlier today. It all seems, so far, to be going about as well as something like this can go. I’m very thankful for all of that, but I’d also like for this shit to stop. It’s been a rough five years for my mother, and she could use the break.

I can always tell the drinks are starting to kick in and do their work when I find my right thumb hitting backspace on my iPhone screen over and over instead of hitting letters.

Is anyone else using the Tumblr app for iPhone and the like/reply/reblog notifications have gotten sporadic since the last update or two? Like, sometimes I get them, sometimes I don’t.

Breaking news…

allisonfoley:

We may have just found the veggie turkey used at capriottis for sale in nyc…

And it’s near my office….

I will never need to leave nyc again…

We? Credit where credit is due, lady…

A new “Tex-Mex” place is opening around the corner from us. According to their menu, posted online, they put mozzarella in their enchiladas, hence the quotes around the Tex-Mex description.

No. Just no.

As a way of showing scale, here’s the cabbage, next to a normal sized apple. The cabbage weighed 7.75 pounds.

As a way of showing scale, here’s the cabbage, next to a normal sized apple. The cabbage weighed 7.75 pounds.

This was a big cabbage.

Quite possibly the largest I’ve ever seen, possibly Guinness record breaking big, had it not been for the fact that the other two in the bin were somehow larger than this one.

This was a big cabbage.

Quite possibly the largest I’ve ever seen, possibly Guinness record breaking big, had it not been for the fact that the other two in the bin were somehow larger than this one.

thedept:

I remember having, as a kid, these gamey work/puzzle books where the answers were hidden until you drew over the blank spots with their special marker, which then made the answers appear.

For example, you’d see a bunch of math problems, and it might say “2+2=” and you’d say that the answer was 4, and it would be revealed when you wiped with the special marker.

I cannot, for the life of me, remember what these books were called. Someone here must, right?

Found it… They were, and it seems still are, called “Yes & Know" books. I loved these as a kid, and while our impending child will likely prefer the swipe of an iPad over the swipe of a Yes & Know decoder marker, it makes me happy that these still exist and that we’ll be able to get them for him.

Hey there, band I follow on Twitter, you really don’t need to post an individual tweet with a link and a picture, the same picture, for each individual show on your upcoming 50 date tour. You really, *really* don’t need to do it over and over again, repeating the loop every few days, like Danielle Rousseau broadcasting from the island on Lost. All you’re doing is flooding my timeline and making me want to unfollow/mute you.

I remember having, as a kid, these gamey work/puzzle books where the answers were hidden until you drew over the blank spots with their special marker, which then made the answers appear.

For example, you’d see a bunch of math problems, and it might say “2+2=” and you’d say that the answer was 4, and it would be revealed when you wiped with the special marker.

I cannot, for the life of me, remember what these books were called. Someone here must, right?