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My mother's father died when I was a little more than a year old. 
My mother's mother died when I was 22.
My mother's father died when I was 28. 
And Elsie died yesterday, 7 weeks shy of her 102nd birthday. I'm 46. 

What most struck me yesterday is that my parents, therefore, have been saying goodbye to their parents for 45 years. And that, now, finally at the age of 72, they're the most senior generation. I saw it hit my father yesterday as we sat in the hospital room with my grandmother's body. 

I sat with my mother while my father called my siblings. We waited together until the doctor came to confirm that Elsie had passed. And then we said goodbye.

Then I had to go home and explain to my little girl that great-grandma was dead and help her process it. It's a conversation my parents never had to have with my for the grandfather who died in 1974. A conversation that a 22 year old has more tools to understand than a 9 year old. True, in between my mother's brother Joe died, a death that my six year old self somehow pieced together was due to a heart attack -- because that's how people died, right? I was in my late teens before I discovered that he had killed himself after a life made miserable by a world that didn't understand what dyslexia is. 

But, my god, watching a 9 year old collapse in your arms, and holding her through that storm of grief and loss, it is fucking hard. But maybe not as hard as 45 years of saying goodbye to parents over and over again, or of trying to understand the enormity of death at 9. She asked me if I felt the same way she did. And yes, little one, my heart breaks with the loss. But at least I have the understanding of what 40 years of osteoarthritis, almost 20 years of living without your husband, years of watching your friends pass on, and living within an increasingly frail body all were like to contextualize the many reasons that for Elsie, this was a blessing and a release. 

Elsie, for people who never met her, was a very small woman. She barely made the five foot cutoff to join the nursing sisters, and she was always slight. In the last five years, she had dropped to well under 100 pounds, and no longer had any fat under her skin. She was literally skin, bones, tendons, and blood vessels. And her skin was so very fragile and thin; adhesive wound tape would rip her skin when removed. 

She spent the summer out in Alberta, after going to my youngest cousin's wedding in May in British Columbia. After the wedding, she and my aunt drove back to Alberta and we flew home. Last week, I was in Las Vegas for a work conference; at the same time I was travelling there, she flew home from Alberta. I was packing on Friday morning to go home when my phone rang. It was the facility where she lived. She'd fallen, and had a cut on her arm; they didn't think it was serious, but wanted to let us know. By the time I landed in Toronto that evening, they'd taken her to the hospital because the facility staff had been unable to completely stop the bleeding. My parents and I went in to see her in Emergency. The doctor was concerned because her sodium was low, but putting in an IV wasn't an option because of her fragility. The next morning they admitted her, primarily because the facility where she lived didn't have staff proficient enough in wound care for skin as fragile as hers. To address her sodium, they gave her potato chips. Mom and I took M in to see her; Elsie's speech had become so slurred that M was unable to understand her. It improved over the next couple of days, and she spoke to my parents on Monday about how good it had been to see M. But then on Wednesday, she fell again. On Thursday, she ate a few spoonfuls of yogurt - full stop. I made plans to go to the hospital on Friday morning after a doctor's appointment in Guelph. 

I am, right now, too numb to feel much anger at the circumstances that caused me to miss being there with Elsie as she passed (and when emotion breaks through the numbness, it is mostly grief); my doctor's office put me in an exam room and then basically forgot me for an hour when a walk-in came in. But when I got there, twenty minutes too late, at least I was there for my parents. They'd been with her at the end, and she passed peacefully. 

A funny story about my grandmother: her name wasn't actually Elsie. When she was born, her parents named her after two of her aunts, Elsie and Millicent. They wanted to call her Elsie, but Millicent was the older aunt. So she was christened Millicent Elsie Lainchbury (and if that isn't a good stout East Midlands name, I don't know what is), and it's what appears on her birth certificate. But it appears no-where else. Everyone has always called her Elsie. Her driver's license says Elsie. She trained at Sick Kids, enlisted, and worked as Elsie. She was married as Elsie (I once asked her if she and Grandpa actually been married). I didn't find this out until I was in my early 30's and I teased her about it mercilessly. 

I'm going to try to write down more stories about Elsie, so that I can remember them to tell M as she grows up. While she's very lucky to have known her great-grandmother, she's only known her as a very old lady, and not as the force of nature I grew up with.

Sleep in peace, Elsie Millicent Dandy (October 7, 1917-August 16, 2019)




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Slightly awkward as I got to have the following conversations:

Dr: Your TSH is a bit high.
Me: Yes. I realized that I wasn't reliably taking my meds, so I've made some changes in the way I set up my vanity in order to better remember.
Dr: Ok, well then let's retest in 2 months, but you really need to take your meds.
Me: :sigh:

Also:

Dr: So how are you feeling?
Me: Eh
Dr: And your energy levels?
Me: Meh flappy arm movements and tone of voice to indicate that I generally feel like a bucket of crap, but I'm resigned to it But let's be realistic. I sleep 6 hours a night. We can talk about my thyroid, but it's likely the sleep thing is a bigger deal.

Apparently today was "brutal truth with my doctor" day.

With that said, numbers are all fine and there's nothing concerning in the thyroid bed on the ultrasound, so on we go.
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Hey friends

Specifically [livejournal.com profile] much_ado and [livejournal.com profile] pundigrion, but anyone else with thoughts is also welcome to chime in.

A friend of mine in the UK is teaching himself to use a drop spindle. He has asked:

Friends that spin with the drop spindle method, I am trying to follow the videos but if I twist it tightly enough to form wool rather than a cloud of fibres then it knots up as soon as I take the weight off it. What am I doing wrong please?

Does anyone have any ideas?

ten years

Dec. 12th, 2013 07:39 am
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Today brings a certain ambiguity; it marks a highly significant personal milestone that I feel compelled to acknowledge, but a milestone that I feel mildly uncomfortable doing so. The hesitance is born, primarily, out of a sense that I shouldn't make too much of it. Ultumately, it seems a bit showy to post a marker of the day on Facebook. And so I return here, to the remnants ::taps mic to test:: of the support network that bore me through that year.

For those of you still around to read this, thank you for your support then, and for still being part of my life.

And maybe I'll have a piece of cake at lunch.
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I had my H1N1 shot in the waning days of my pregnancy. This followed a week or so of stress and "no cope for you, Placenta Girl" moments.

Four years ago today was also our due date. hahahahahahahahaha*sob*

Four years goes by really quickly.
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Well, that may be a touch dramatic.

So I turn 40 in less than 2 months. So, Intarwebs, tell me what you think I should do to celebrate!
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Well, I'm glad we finally got the NRA's incredibly helpful contribution to the discussion. A gun in every school, you say. I wish I could say I was surprised.

No word, of course, on when they'll be starting the fundraising drive for that, since school budgets are already so stretched that many of them can't afford textbooks.
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In response to the latest "but I'm just asking *questions* and raising reasonable points" letter in the Record, I have once again put pixels to screen. We'll see how the Record feels about this one.

Regarding Big, big questions, Friday Dec 30, 2011

In his letter, Mr. Matan suggests we google Europe's abortion rates, a suggestion designed to refer to a BBC report on European abortion restrictions. The BBC report lists 27 European countries and their abortion restrictions. He seems to imply that reasonable countries regulate abortion. However, it must be noted that more than a third of the countries listed actually have higher abortion rates than does Canada, according to the work of Wm. Robert Johnston, who has compiled a list of Percentage of Pregnancies Aborted by Country (http://www.johnstonsarchive.net/policy/abortion/wrjp334pd.html). And the number of abortions in Canada is steadily decreasing.

It's almost as if the restrictions placed on abortion (or lack thereof) have almost no impact on the actual rate of abortions or whether they trend up or down.

Currently, Canada does something revolutionary: it trusts women to make decisions. It allows women, in consultation with their partners and doctors, to do the crucial work of balancing and re-balancing conflicting rights and responsibilities when it comes to abortion. And the women of Canada, along with their doctors, are doing that at least as well as the governments and medical panels of European countries. The vast majority of abortions in Canada (over 90%) occur before the 12 week mark used by most of the European countries in the BBC report.

It is unclear to me why we should pass a law restricting abortion when we are having comparable results to Europe without one. The effect of a European-style restriction would presumably be to enforce what is already happening; it is, or should be, generally considered unnecessary to legislate the status quo.
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This article discusses the recent request by the management of Trails End Farmers Market in London to one of their vendors to either get rid of the transgender employees working at the booth, or find another farmers market to vend at. According to the booth owner, the manager of the farmers market offered as his explanation "This is a family place, a family market and this just isn't right."

When called, the owner of the market said that it "wasn't discrimination", it was just about "which washroom these people would go to". Excuse me while I shake my head to get my eyes back into position; unfortunately, they got a bit stuck when I gave that the eyeroll it deserves.

There's a petition linked to from the story and also a piece about it on Jezebel. The booth owner is filing a case with the Ontario Human Rights Commission and I wish her success with it. I've never been to the market, and I'm now really glad about that.

As an aside, kudos to AM 980 News for consistently getting Dani's gender designation correct. Yay for respectful news outlets!
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Let's see if they print it..

After reading the article comments on the Record's Car-Free Sunday articles and the opinions of those angry about "hippies", the "waste" of money, and "bums" downtown, I look forward to November. I'm sure that there will again be a raft of letters and article comments decrying the "waste" of closing off King Street for the benefit of a bunch of freeloaders, who've never worked a day in their lives but who expect something for nothing.

I speak, of course, of the kids who'll be gleefully watching the Santa Claus parade.

All satire aside, kudos and thanks to the planners and volunteers of the June Car-Free Sunday.

-Me
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Good morning, Mr. Braid

I'm writing as one of your constituents to express my concern about the announcement on the Canada Revenue Agency website about mail delivery in the event of a strike or lockout (http://www.cra-arc.gc.ca/gncy/pstlstrk/menu-eng.html).

I am deeply unhappy that the decision was made to deliver CCTB benefits over EI benefits, and I say that as a fully employed Canadian who receives the CCTB. I question the thought processes behind this; did no-one making the decision think that perhaps a program that delivers 100% of a person's income when they can't find work might be slightly more important than the nice supplementary income that at least some people just stick into their kid's RESP? Who made this decision, and was any concern paid to the plight of unemployed Canadians? What will happen to the economy when people cannot pay their rent, pay for food, pay for a bus ticket to the library to look for jobs or to an interview? Is it really the best decision for Canada to push vulnerable people into an even more untenable situation? It's hard enough to escape EI for many people, given the high unemployment rate; if people are made homeless, it will be even harder for them to climb out of the hole.

How is that reasonable or fair?

This is a terrible, terrible prioritization that makes no sense on either economic or moral grounds.Shame on the people who made this decision. This is something that needs to be fixed quickly, before vulnerable people have their situation degraded past the point where they can reasonably be expected to escape it.

Sincerely,

me
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While packing my fabric up, I've separated out a bunch of stuff that I'm unlikely to use, mostly because it's too small. Of course, my too small might be some craft-type person's just right, so I've got a bunch of pieces ranging from 1/4 yard to ~1.5 yard. Mostly cottons, with some linens, and a bit of silk.

Mostly, as I said, it's good for crafting, but there's some veil-weight stuff in there in sufficient quantities to be useful for same.

Let me know if you'd to look through the pile and we'll Make Arrangements.
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+ woke refreshed
+ made the bus (even if it was the more circuitously routed one) in perfect time
+ mechanic figured out what was wrong with the car
+ it was a simple fix, and relatively inexpensive (>half the cost of the bill was the tow)
- the fix involved disconnecting my battery, and thus my radio from my battery
- the previous owners did not supply the security code for the radio
+ the mechanic can discover what the security code is by removing the radio and calling the dealership with the find-out-what-the-code-is code inscribed therein
- it will cost, at worst, another 90-100 dollars to remove the radio, call the dealership, replace the radio and enter the code
+ dinner tonight with good friends

So now I have to decide how important a radio is to me, in a car I hate and want to consign to oblivion. Normally, it wouldn't be an issue, but right now, the route of prudence would seem to be to cut out unnecessary spending in advance of next month's biggest-purchase-of-my-life.

I want a new car.
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Remember this?

I didn't, until today.

So, one post for tonight and I'll get to the rest this weekend.

[livejournal.com profile] the_nita asks: What would you want for yourself (yes, I'm talking about material things), presuming your daughter's needs are taken care of?

At this point, I think I'd most like a house that a) looks like its decor was actually planned and not just thrown together and b) is maintained by someone other than me.

I mean, I also want a new (to me) car, but that's in the pipeline.
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So, as a piece of back story, Mer is currently sleeping in our room and I'm back to sleeping in my own bed (most of the last 6 months was spent with Mer sleeping in her crib in the dining room while I slept on the living room couch. But I'm back at work now, so..)

Mer's in our room because her room has insufficient wall-age to make for a happy sleeping baby. There's a night light, which is behind her pack and play, which has a tent-like cover. The side toward us is mesh.

So this morning at six, she starts coughing, which wakes me up, and I slowly sit up and look at her. She's fast asleep, on her tummy, and between the shape of the pack and play (plus lid) and the backlighting, I could only think, as I fell back to sleep, "my daughter sleeps in a terrarium."

Oh FFS

Sep. 29th, 2010 10:32 pm
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I wonder how long it'll sit at Export Scan *this* time; given that it was apparently scanned twice, it'll likely be twice as long. So its next little side jaunt to Maryland should occur next Monday. Sunday if I get lucky and they decide to move packages around on the weekend.

FML
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I was invited to see the dress rehearsal of KWLT's The Penelopiad and I must confess that I went in somewhat .. well, begrudgingly is the wrong word, but it definitely wasn't eagerly. Why? It wasn't because I expected it to suck; it among its cast a number of women I admire greatly and a director who's produced great work in the past. So why? Well, honestly, for two reasons:

1) I'm crazy-sensitive to violence (it was all I could do to keep from bolting out of my seat and out the door right beside me during the Valmont attacks Tourvel scene last year, and I couldn't actually *watch* it all), and a lot of the discussion around Penelopiad has been about the dark and twisty.

2) Frankly, I like my visual entertainment light and somewhat fluffy. That's just who I am.

So yeah, I went in expecting to appreciate it, but mostly I went because I was asked to.

With that said, I was blown away with how riveted I was. The script itself was way more compelling than I'd expected, and the actresses completely worked it. The choreography, specifically the weaving, was, IMO, inspired and the music/singing was some of the best I've heard in a KWLT production. Of special note, there were two points in which the harmonization of Erin, Mel, and the lady whose name escapes me right now was sublime, but all of the cast members have clearly been working hard on the music as much as the dialog.

While the piece is definitely a strong ensemble work, and the entire cast was strong, a couple of people really stood out for me. Jessica C was an inspired and solid anchor as Penelope, and to say that she had me at hello isn't an exaggeration. No-one who hasn't been reading Ange's LJ for the past month would guess that she was a late replacement; she's especially wonderful as Telemachus. And the lady who played the nursemaid evoked some very strong responses (I'm not going to say more since to explain why would be a total spoiler) from me.

The play opens on Thursday, and runs for three weeks (Thurs-Sat). I'll be going again towards the end of the run.

And now, to bed.
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As of yesterday, Mer Mer has now spent ~as much time out in the world as she spent being made into a person by my uterus. Which is to say that she marked 41 weeks alive yesterday. Huzzah!

Also, while I'm aware that she did a *lot* more growing in the first 41 weeks, what with having to develop lungs and all, it still stuns me that she's gotten as big as she has. She's gained about 8-9 inches since she was born and 11.5 pounds.
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and thus realized how long it's been since I last posted, here's an update, in point form:


  • We headed into the city last weekend for a last-minute visit to Taste of the Danforth. We'd been considering going on Saturday or Sunday, but a) friends of ours were moving on Saturday and we wanted to help and b) friends of the Paramour's were available Friday night. So, mid-Friday afternoon the call was made to head into the city. Fun times, great food, and the baby was a trouper (on top of her bottle, she ate about a quarter of an avocado.. fun times getting that; when I asked the guy at the booth if he'd sell me avacado, he waved at the maki on the other end of the booth. When I said "no, I mean just avacado", he looked at me like I was crazy, until I said "for my baby".)

  • Mer continues to grow. She marked 9 months on Monday and celebrated by taking a nap. I know, I know, you're all jealous. Further Mer news (all concentrated into a sub-list):
    • She's capable of standing up without anything to pull herself up on, and staying up unassisted for between 10 and 20 seconds at a time. She also started cruising a couple of weeks ago. She's also capable of getting herself safely both on and off the futon in the attic.
    • Her two upper teeth came in recently and this morning as I was putting her down for her nap (and thus she was wailing like a banshee), I noticed that she's got the two on either side of the front teeth getting ready to cut through the gums. Poor girl.
    • She *loves* puppets, we've discovered. I was given an Elmo puppet book (sing "If you're happy and you know it" while waving Elmo's arms and flapping his mouth, with kind of odd lyrics). Love. Instant, total, joyful love. So we got her duck and frog puppets, which she also adores.
    • Adventures in baby food continue. Stuff in the freezer that she's currently enjoying the heck out of include a too-coconutty-for-my-taste chicken/sweet potato/cauliflower curry, a "Moroccan" beef stew, a cauliflower/potato/lentil curry, and baked squash and sweet potato. Food is good, apparently.
    • She has her 9 month, no vaccination, appointment with the doctor on Monday. She had an eye infection a couple of weeks ago, which cleared up with antibiotics nicely.
    • She's totally caught on to books as super-fun time, both in stacking them and in having them read to her.

  • The Paramour is starting up his job search. Cross your fingers that something good will turn up soon enough for me to figure out daycare.

  • I'm currently avoiding thinking about heading back to work (in 3 months.. eep!), though my boss has asked me about it.

  • My mother's family is having a family reunion tomorrow, which I'm very much looking forward to. On Monday we're having dinner with my cousin Dharlene and her husband, and I have a KWLT BoD meeting on Tuesday night.

  • We're a scant 3 weeks out from Annual Thyroid Fun, though it's going to be different this year. Normally, since it's in London and I have to work, I do the ultrasound/bloodwork in the morning, and the appointment in the afternoon. My more flexible schedule this year has me making two trips down, so that the bloodwork/final ultrasound report will be available at the endo appointment three weeks later. The downside, unfortunately, is that I didn't consider my parents' annual trip out to BC when I made the bloodwork/ultrasound appointment; they'll be Not Here for it, so while my mom, aunt(s) and I will be able to have lunch and go shopping on the day of the doctor's appointment, I have to figure out a baby-corralling strategy for the ultrasound appointment.

And that's about all that's coming to mind.
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And it opened last night for a 3 week run. If you haven't gotten your tickets yet, you can get them at the TenBareToes Entertainment website.

For a taste, you can see the Youtube trailer:


and a nifty Animoto thing one of the cast members did up:


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