Yes, Mom is 1/4 English: her maternal Grandmother, Mary Elizabeth Riley, was born in Kent, and emigrated to New York when she was a child. There are a few telltale signs that Mom is of English descent. She loves overcooked vegetables; prefers to drink tea; and adores red meat, preferably roast beef. It's not the greatest diet in the world for somebody who has congestive heart failure, and she won't like the chicken, fish, and pork diet, with lots of veggies and fresh fruit, but that's the way it goes.
Yesterday, I tripped in the upstairs hall and smacked my head against the corner of the wall. You might call it a Fashion Crisis, because I tripped over a leopard print headband that I had just dropped on the floor. Even though Ginny thought I was overreacting, I went to the ER, because with the chronic HepC, my platelet count can drop, so I decided to be prudent. Anyhow, the CATscan was normal, but the family reaction was not.
According to Cathy, who I phoned from the ER, Mom was very miffed that I failed to visit yesterday. She did not care that the doctor had given me codine--Tylenol 3, and I hadn't been so stoned in years. Mom then told Cathy " I suppose I have to go across the street and visit her". I just laughed. Mom is living in a Bettyocentric universe, where she is the Sun, and her Daughters are planets who orbit around her, because if they don't, they will wobble off into space and be hit by an asteroid.
So, I'm going to put on makeup, walk Penny, then head down to Augustana to visit my Ever Loving Mammy
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