Still here, etc.
I'm still here. I'm 61 now. Today my mother would have been 101.
When the boy toy and I went shopping at Lidl, I noticed that our cashier's name tag said "Jeannette." My mother grew up thinking her name was Jeanette, with one N, until she learned that her mother had wanted to call her Henrietta. So she went to the courthouse for the name-change paperwork, only to find out she was already legally Henrietta Jeanette.
One of the Democratic challengers to a Republican U.S. senator has been sending me fundraising emails addressed to Henrietta. Why???? I know I notified the city clerk's office after she died so that she could be taken off the voting rolls (she died in a hospital in a different city from where she lived). But she's been dead longer than I've had that email address ... which is an AOL account, so you know I didn't just sign up for it lately. And Henrietta was an uncommon name even 101 years ago -- that's why the "Caouette sisters" across the street declared that the infant girl born to my grandparents should be called by her middle name, and why it stuck.
Speaking of my mother, I forgot to mention that a few weeks ago, the boy toy and I took the bare metal frame of Mom's old mattress to a nearby scrap-metal yard. He put a moving quilt, which normally we use to cover the dining table for messy projects, on the roof of the Corolla, and then he strapped it down. The scrap place gave us one whole dollar for it.
On Wednesday afternoon, part of the condo went dark. The living room and the front half of the kitchen had electricity, but the rest of the place didn't. At least the Wi-Fi router is in the living room, so I was able to watch a scientific-conference session (virtual, of course) that I was covering as a freelancer. It took Pepco a while to figure out what the problem was, and to fix it, the workers had to turn off the rest of the power to the two buildings (it was just two of the buildings in the complex that had issues). So yesterday morning I had to rush to write up the story, and then I had to interview two other scientists (via Zoom) on a totally different subject. After all that, I felt rather mentally fried. This entry was originally posted at https://luscious-purple.dreamwidth.org/261868.html. Please feel free to comment either here or there.
When the boy toy and I went shopping at Lidl, I noticed that our cashier's name tag said "Jeannette." My mother grew up thinking her name was Jeanette, with one N, until she learned that her mother had wanted to call her Henrietta. So she went to the courthouse for the name-change paperwork, only to find out she was already legally Henrietta Jeanette.
One of the Democratic challengers to a Republican U.S. senator has been sending me fundraising emails addressed to Henrietta. Why???? I know I notified the city clerk's office after she died so that she could be taken off the voting rolls (she died in a hospital in a different city from where she lived). But she's been dead longer than I've had that email address ... which is an AOL account, so you know I didn't just sign up for it lately. And Henrietta was an uncommon name even 101 years ago -- that's why the "Caouette sisters" across the street declared that the infant girl born to my grandparents should be called by her middle name, and why it stuck.
Speaking of my mother, I forgot to mention that a few weeks ago, the boy toy and I took the bare metal frame of Mom's old mattress to a nearby scrap-metal yard. He put a moving quilt, which normally we use to cover the dining table for messy projects, on the roof of the Corolla, and then he strapped it down. The scrap place gave us one whole dollar for it.
On Wednesday afternoon, part of the condo went dark. The living room and the front half of the kitchen had electricity, but the rest of the place didn't. At least the Wi-Fi router is in the living room, so I was able to watch a scientific-conference session (virtual, of course) that I was covering as a freelancer. It took Pepco a while to figure out what the problem was, and to fix it, the workers had to turn off the rest of the power to the two buildings (it was just two of the buildings in the complex that had issues). So yesterday morning I had to rush to write up the story, and then I had to interview two other scientists (via Zoom) on a totally different subject. After all that, I felt rather mentally fried. This entry was originally posted at https://luscious-purple.dreamwidth.org/261868.html. Please feel free to comment either here or there.