Jun 09, 2014 18:19
Yay. Too many nurses, not enough babies. Exactly as I finished putting on my scrubs and was tying my shoes, staffing called to give me the day off. I jumped back into jeans and a Grateful Dead t-shirt with my knock-off sparkly Toms shoes.
My mom apparently kept every letter her three daughters ever wrote and is finally parting with them. She gave me a big box last year and another yesterday. They're fun to read; it's amazing what I do and don't recall thirty or more years after the fact.
This particular section cracked me up; (to reference, it was written in 1984, to my parents who were living in London. I was living in San Francisco and had returned from staying with them in London for half a year about four months earlier.) we went to see the movie Greystoke, Legend of Tarzan. I liked it. John (Tarzan) is taken into English society and does pretty well until he sees his ape father in captivity. Then he freaks out at the Albert Memorial. I didn't think that was unreasonable--a lot of people freak out seeing the Albert Memorial for the first time.
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