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Jul. 27th, 2018 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesHOT. And HUMID, and the humidity is the only thing the weather forecast has been right about since last week. It rains when they say it won't, and it doesn't when they say it will. But that didn't keep me from having a couple of excellent visits to the beach at the Cape. When it's so humid that I might as well be up to the neck in the ocean, up to the neck in the ocean is about my favorite place to be. Apparently somewhere either on the beach or coming back from it the second time, I got a cut under my left pinkie toe, which only hurts if I'm walking around barefoot. But it's too humid not to be walking around barefoot.
Grammie proceeds one day at a time, and says her 28-year-old artificial hip hurts quite a lot, but she can get around quite well with her walker and can make herself breakfast (Cheerios and milk and a banana) and lunch (turkey sandwich on whole wheat, with mayo). She generally eats whatever somebody else cooks for dinner, as long as it's soft enough for her to chew. I wish she'd gotten new dentures 11 years ago, but I do acknowledge her point about not knowing how much longer she was going to need them for, back then. The ones she has aren't doing her any favors because they're 11 years old. Drugstore denture repair kits won't work on them because the kits are for newer materials. (I know this because I tried to repair her upper two years ago.) And I understand that at the age of 96, she can't be bothered.
One other family-related thing: I know that my other grandfather (my Pepère) was in the USAAF (precursor to the Air Force) in WWII, and I know that he was flying planes in Georgia. Family legend has it that he was teaching the Free French to fly, and my grandmother was on a bus one day and overheard a couple of trainees talking in French about how one of them had almost killed Lt. Deschenes. They didn't know who she was or that she could understand them. So I put his name and USAAF in Google last month and came up with a site that listed soldiers mentioned in accident reports, and there he was. I sent away for more information, and got back that he was in a landing accident in a B-25 on January 2, 1945, and there are 11 pages of report available for purchase for $25. So I purchased them. I don't have them yet, but I'm awaiting them by email.
Today I went down to the dive shop and signed up for scuba certification classes. I said I was going to do that today, and I meant it. My first classroom session is Aug 14, which is a Tuesday. I said I couldn't start until after Aug 5, which is the last performance for summer chorus. After that I have nothing in particular going on in the evenings until Sept 5, which is the first HRC rehearsal. And if Lily ends up staying at Angell for two weeks in late August, I'll sit around and twitch, so I might as well get started with scuba and occupy some time. Getting home from Brookline Village at 9:30 can't be worse than getting home from Cambridge at 9:30, anyway.
I do have to keep in mind that the online modules for scuba certification are more important than the online modules at work for information security and HIPAA compliance and workplace civility and sexual harassment, so I should take them seriously and not be multitasking when I do them, and take notes if I have to. (Not that HIPAA isn't important, but I personally have nothing to do with identifiable patient data and I de-identify all student data if it's going anywhere outside ODE.) If it's potentially life-threatening, I want to get it right.
Grammie proceeds one day at a time, and says her 28-year-old artificial hip hurts quite a lot, but she can get around quite well with her walker and can make herself breakfast (Cheerios and milk and a banana) and lunch (turkey sandwich on whole wheat, with mayo). She generally eats whatever somebody else cooks for dinner, as long as it's soft enough for her to chew. I wish she'd gotten new dentures 11 years ago, but I do acknowledge her point about not knowing how much longer she was going to need them for, back then. The ones she has aren't doing her any favors because they're 11 years old. Drugstore denture repair kits won't work on them because the kits are for newer materials. (I know this because I tried to repair her upper two years ago.) And I understand that at the age of 96, she can't be bothered.
One other family-related thing: I know that my other grandfather (my Pepère) was in the USAAF (precursor to the Air Force) in WWII, and I know that he was flying planes in Georgia. Family legend has it that he was teaching the Free French to fly, and my grandmother was on a bus one day and overheard a couple of trainees talking in French about how one of them had almost killed Lt. Deschenes. They didn't know who she was or that she could understand them. So I put his name and USAAF in Google last month and came up with a site that listed soldiers mentioned in accident reports, and there he was. I sent away for more information, and got back that he was in a landing accident in a B-25 on January 2, 1945, and there are 11 pages of report available for purchase for $25. So I purchased them. I don't have them yet, but I'm awaiting them by email.
Today I went down to the dive shop and signed up for scuba certification classes. I said I was going to do that today, and I meant it. My first classroom session is Aug 14, which is a Tuesday. I said I couldn't start until after Aug 5, which is the last performance for summer chorus. After that I have nothing in particular going on in the evenings until Sept 5, which is the first HRC rehearsal. And if Lily ends up staying at Angell for two weeks in late August, I'll sit around and twitch, so I might as well get started with scuba and occupy some time. Getting home from Brookline Village at 9:30 can't be worse than getting home from Cambridge at 9:30, anyway.
I do have to keep in mind that the online modules for scuba certification are more important than the online modules at work for information security and HIPAA compliance and workplace civility and sexual harassment, so I should take them seriously and not be multitasking when I do them, and take notes if I have to. (Not that HIPAA isn't important, but I personally have nothing to do with identifiable patient data and I de-identify all student data if it's going anywhere outside ODE.) If it's potentially life-threatening, I want to get it right.
