It's Friday.
'Tonsils still feel like footballs but I'm feeling a lot better today.
Uncle Lol came and took Dad away this morning - they're off to Sheffield to visit Uncle George. It's the first time Dad's been out of the house for 2 weeks - the first time he's been out of his bedroom (aside from bathroom visits and trips to the kettle) for almost the same length of time. He sits in there all day, curtains closed, watching old movies (often the same ones over and over) or episodes of Sherlock Holmes all day long - always wants his meals on a tray. We've tried everything but we can't et him out of there so I'm thrilled about this. We've enrolled him in a chess club and put his name down for the regular Tuesday tea-dance down in Penistone. I'm thinking, if we don't actually tell him where he's going - let him assume it's a doctor's appointment or whatever- and just take him... We have to do something to get him talking to people again. Just sitting in his room moping is doing him no good at all.
Meanwhile, I've been using my sick-time wisely and well, working on a sitcom with the working title, 'Fangirls'. heh. It's coming on and I am well pleased.
In a similar vein, I've been making Cruise of the Gods icons.A strange, obsessively-fannish thing to do for a film that's about obsessive fans. My ironic side is smiling like a loon.
It's the Bank Holiday weekend! my lovelies; use it wisely and well.
Uncle Lol came and took Dad away this morning - they're off to Sheffield to visit Uncle George. It's the first time Dad's been out of the house for 2 weeks - the first time he's been out of his bedroom (aside from bathroom visits and trips to the kettle) for almost the same length of time. He sits in there all day, curtains closed, watching old movies (often the same ones over and over) or episodes of Sherlock Holmes all day long - always wants his meals on a tray. We've tried everything but we can't et him out of there so I'm thrilled about this. We've enrolled him in a chess club and put his name down for the regular Tuesday tea-dance down in Penistone. I'm thinking, if we don't actually tell him where he's going - let him assume it's a doctor's appointment or whatever- and just take him... We have to do something to get him talking to people again. Just sitting in his room moping is doing him no good at all.
Meanwhile, I've been using my sick-time wisely and well, working on a sitcom with the working title, 'Fangirls'. heh. It's coming on and I am well pleased.
In a similar vein, I've been making Cruise of the Gods icons.A strange, obsessively-fannish thing to do for a film that's about obsessive fans. My ironic side is smiling like a loon.
It's the Bank Holiday weekend! my lovelies; use it wisely and well.