... is the best way to get over a bad day.
We didn't really have bad days... they just weren't the best days.. .and the whole week had been a little bit stressful so off we went (last Thursday) to a part of town that we seldom go to - it's kinda out of the way and tends to be crowded... but since it had been a while, there we were!
Jalapeno Poppers / Fried Mozzarella Cheese / Onion Rings
Buffalo Wings with Blue Cheese Dip
Battered Mushrooms with Tartar Sauce
Elder Sitter for the Parents:~
Meanwhile in other news, the parents seem to be doing ok with the elder-sitter, but I'm not so sure I like his work ethics. He came late a couple of times, altho he did stay on past his scheduled end time; on one occasion he said he wasn't well so he lay down on the floor when my father was resting and took a nap. Um. OK. I'm not sure how I feel about that. On that particular session he left an hour early too. I'm waiting to see if he makes up the time later on. And he's only been there 4 times! Which means he's only had 1 "proper" session so far where he showed up and left on time. And on the first day despite my giving him a marked up map showing him directions AND confirming the address on the day itself, he ended up at the wrong place block and I had to wait for him to walk over. So he was 15 mins late in the end instead of 15 mins early - which is what we had agreed upon previously.
This is NOT the greatest track record in the world as far as I'm concerned.
I mentioned this to my ex social worker who is now officially my friend.. and she doesn't have a lot of confidence in this fella either.
She's suggesting I apply to the home-assist programme with the Integrated Care agency which is part of the hospital's geriatric support services - after yelling at me for not telling her sooner (before her last day at work) so she could have put up the paperwork for me. Oops.
I Have a New Friend:~
Anyway, on the topic of my social worker, I thought it was strange that she would suggest we be friends... cos she's way younger than I am, and it's not like we had anything in common (that I knew of) - but after that first lunch and coffee, we're both like WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE???
So now, I have a new friend. Haha. BIKSS is proud of me for making a friend. I hate making friends. I don't like meeting new people and getting to know them and telling them my entire life story. I suppose it was easy for us to some degree cos she already knows ALL the crap in my life from when we had our interviews at the hospital...
I also tend to get bored with people really easily. Plus I can't stand the overly-polite types (who feel fake to me). Nor can I tolerate the overly-familiar types (you don't know me, don't pretend like you know me). I know - I'm impossible! Which really just means it all boils down to luck. If someone is forward enough BUT not too invasive - we're good to go.
Good enough to go on holiday even. She's gone and suggested that we should go to Bangkok to shop for a few days. In the process, we're working out our general lifestyle and bedroom habits - What time do you sleep? Are you an early riser? How long do you take to get ready in the morning? Do you shower before bed? In the morning? Can we go hang out at cafes or are you intent on a shopping-marathon? If I get hungry in the middle of the night can we go eat?
The big plus, I think, is that we're both smokers. And seem to have a similar smoke-rate. LOL. I know that's a really weird thing to base a friendship on, but it really helps! And yes, of course we're kinda mostly aligned in our views on other things as well - even our Myer-Briggs results are the same. Only where she's a strong "I", I fluctuate between "E" and "I".
It's working out quite well so far. So I'm looking forward to that trip next month!
Termites:~
The guys came last weekend to spray my cupboards and gas the area under the baseboards. The cabinets are now sealed up with tape and will remain so for a week till next Saturday. I suppose this is a good time for me to rearrange my kitchenware - when I can finally put them all back into their homes.
For now, the spare room and the living room are overflowing with pots, plates, piles of random things; some in boxes, some just stacked up, some smaller things sitting in basins...
It actually isn't as bad as I thought it would be.
And that's the weekly round up from here.