Accidental Friday Randoms

I sat down to blog yesterday and did multiple other things and didn't end up blogging. 

I wrote this three days ago. It happened two more times. Now it is Friday.

Things are a bit weird. My dad fell last week trying to carry some rhubarb into the house - managed the steps up to the deck fine but stumbled getting in the sliding door. He banged up his shins and twisted one knee pretty badly and the next morning couldn't get out of bed. It was my long day at work, but thank living god Matt is in the country, so he went over and spent the day and helped my dad get upright and then went and got a two-wheel walker and some bathroom accessories. So then he could get up and get to the bathroom, but was stuck upstairs, which is less than ideal. Sunday we went over for dinner (Matt was going to barbecue), and we were unsure if we should take dinner upstairs or if Matt should try to help him down the stairs. While we were still debating this, my dad scared the crap out of us by jokingly yelling "what the hell is all this noise about", having Ninja-ed himself down the stairs independently. This episode has probably kicked into higher gear getting them moved into a retirement residence, which is good in many ways but also sucks in many ways - senescence, mortality: not a fan. 

 

So obviously this could have been much worse, but I've had a tough winter mentally and was just sort of starting to feel more stable again, and this was tough. Looking for a good retirement residence for them and looking for a place for Eve in the fall has my head spinning with square footage measurements, amenities lists, transit scores and bedbug concerns. Worrying about crappy landlords for student houses suddenly seems much preferable to worrying about faceless corporations 'managing' giant apartment buildings. I lived in a little apartment near Maple Leaf Gardens in Toronto while she was in undergrad and I was in grad school, and we had a bug problem at one point, and it was WRETCHED. I don't even know how you guard against something like that when you're sharing the building with hundreds of other people. 

ANYWAY, I need to stop obsessing about this. My parents are okay for now, and Eve is home, and I'm nearly done work for the year, and it is good. 

SO GOOD

So to bounce off a couple of recent blog posts by other people, Julie posted about the movie Sinners, which I wanted to see in the theatre but just missed. Julie said that with the size of most televisions it will still be a good watching experience at home. This reminded me of the hilarity of the day our new tv arrived, back when Eve was about one and a half. We had a tiny tv set, and when Matt talked about getting something better, I thought he meant like, going from ten inches to twenty-four. He did not.

When the man carried in the tv, I must have looked shocked. He said 'how big was your other tv?' I pointed and said 'it's right there!'. He looked and laughed and said "your picture in picture is bigger than that now." Eve crawled over and laid tummy down gazing at whatever screen saver thing was playing and I was like oh god, it's so wrong that she's going to grow up thinking tvs are that big. 

On the subject of horror movies, my friend Collette and I have dates every month or so to watch scary movies. Recent favourites include Cuckoo and Late Night With the Devil. When Eve is here she joins us - there was one memorable moment during Hereditary (very very good) when a new scene started and there was a horrifying thing that was not immediately apparent because the scene was dark: Collette saw it first and gasped, followed by Eve saying 'what? OH MY GOD' and then me going "what? JESUS CHRIST." 

Wednesday night Collette came over and the three of us watched Oddity, an Irish folk horror movie. We thought it was very good, and Collette and I screamed a couple of times which is not usual (for that we usually need our friend Janet). It was clever, which is probably my most important metric. The setting also played a huge part (Eve: "I'm sorry, why is their house a creepy dungeon?" Me: "Because Ireland, I think.")

My FINAL item on this tangent is that Eve and I were going to go see Bring Her Back last night.

 We've liked a lot of movies put out by A24 films (although not Beau is Afraid, still angry about that one). But by the next day Eve was feeling anxious about the movie and asked if we could pivot and like, OF COURSE, I just thought it would be fun to see a movie with her and there isn't a great selection right now. Her friend Jackson suggested the latest Final Destination which made me roll my eyes internally, but then I looked and it had a surprisingly high rating, and we were just going for fun anyway. And it worked out well, there were only six people in the entire theatre and we could talk a little and clutch each other and whimper, and it was not terrible - a few surprises, some humour, one little twist that Eve predicted that was fun. 

Eve and Jody and I went to Ikea last week to get some bins for the dishes Eve is taking for her apartment in the fall.

Jody wore a mushroom toy on her head, which sort of made up for her talking too much to let me tell my hilarious spoon story to Eve (HI JODY I'M REALLY NOT LETTING THIS GO AM I).

Also I was grocery shopping and I thought this said Boobs.

 

Finally, someone posted this on the neighbourhood buy and sell group and I sat there staring at it for a full minute. 

 

What? Why? READ THE ROOM NICOLE.