For starters, this has been a long week since I have been home ill the whole time... working a bit, quality time with Pops, and not-so quality time with Pops, napping when "he did my head in." (He is taking that phrase home to Diamond Lil; you're welcome, DL.) I admit I have been grouchy: unable to smoke, having zero patience dealing with numpties, and being a lousy patient in general.
He quipped that he missed me today (I had an appointment) and I said "what, you miss being yelled at?" "Yes, I do" was his reply. I asked if there was anything he wanted to say about this week to contribute to this entry. As editor, I vetoed some of his suggestions. The best he came up with was that this week has been enlightening. Go figure.
He just commented, "you can make a fire though; I'm so proud of you." I guess parents have to take solace in whatever meager accomplishments their children might achieve.
Pops and I just had a discussion about Ulysses and James Joyce, as you do. He had been watching a taped murder mystery program and the last 5 minutes or so was the following program, a documentary about Jewish people in Dublin. Since I was a bit hazy on Ulysses and couldn't remember Stephen's last name, I did a quick search online and then gave more information to Pops.
Pops did some shopping this week to help me out. This translates to he is getting liver for his dinner this evening; he got to choose what he wanted.
Tomorrow night we are going to a table quiz for charity. It is his third Friday night out in a row. He was dubious about going but I assured him it is taking place in a pub and I will keep him supplied in G&Ts... well, within reason.
Roll on week 4.
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