can't sleep

Well, son of a..... buck! Mom at ER twice today, now in hospital.

Part the first - 4:30 pm

Well, son of a..... buck!

My mom phoned me this evening to talk orchids. I was expecting to hear from her, as I had left her a message earlier about my orchid having 'housepets'.

Tricky woman tried to slip the fact she broke her ankle this morning into the conversation. +After+ we had talked about orchids for 10 minutes. Trying to be all casual and such. Argh! Why does she do this to me? She tries this hit and run thing with surgeries too. Like I'm not going to notice that part of the conversation?

Typical mom, broke her ankle and then spent an hour and a half delivering orchids before going to the ER with one of her companions in orchid crime. Not to mention not calling either my brother or myself +sigh+

The ER gave her a temp cast, a walker, and instructions to go to her orthopod tomorrow. She said she has a few days to get in to her Dr, according to the folks at the ER. I disagree, and have offered to call her Dr's office tomorrow morning for a chat if they can't fit her in right away.

So, now that I'm done with the venting...

Is anyone in the Lancaster area aware of any dependable home care services in town? I've advised Mom to ask her doc for a home health aid 'prescription', but want to be prepared in case that approach doesn't work out. Mom lives alone, with her 80 orchids and 2 cats. Naturally, being across the country, I'm concerned that she has some help with the daily things and stays off her feet. That's the trick, as she will +undoubtedly+ try to do too much.

Suggestions for home health care sources, or even trusted housekeepers/services gratefully accepted.

-the redhead-
...breaking out the Ben & Jerry's...

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-the redhead-

I live in one of the right places & work in a strong sector

From this article at MSNBC about the 2009 jobs outlook:

Indeed, many economists expect an extremely tight labor market this year as the economy sheds more and more jobs.

“Another 2.5 million jobs will be lost in 2009,” says John Stapleford, an economist with That is on top of 1.9 million jobs lost in the first 11 months of 2008. (Preliminary figures for the full year will be published Friday.)

Stapleford he projects the jobless rate to peak at 8.7 percent by the end of the year, up from 6.7 percent currently, while some experts predict the rate could rise to 9 percent or more.


And unlike past recessions, when there were certain parts of the country that did better than others, this downturn is hitting almost every corner of the nation, with almost every region in recession or at risk of falling into a recession, Stapleford says.

But there are tiny pockets of hope in a handful of towns and a handful of sectors.

Only 13 out of 381 metropolitan areas are actually growing, he says. According to they are Boulder, Colo.; Lafayette and Louisiana, La.; Bethesda, Md.; Jacksonville, N.C.; Binghamton, N.Y.; Oklahoma City; Okla.; State College, Pa.; and Brownsville, El Paso, Laredo, McAllen, and San Antonio, Texas.

The growth industries of health care, government and education show no signs of slowing so far, he adds. But even among government and education employment, Stapleford expects tightening this year.

I got this one right.

-the redhead-

Io, Saturnalia! Or Happy Holidays...

What's this empire coming to?

Now they want us to stop greeting people with "Io Saturnalia!" "We have all these different cultures in Rome," they tell us. "We shouldn't offend anyone," they tell us, "We've got to be inclusive."

We've got the barbarians from the north with their tree decorations and their fire rituals. And the weirdos from Gaul, cutting mistletoe with a golden sickle. And the Mithraists, the Zoroastrians, the Isis cults, and, of course, those characters who hang out in the catacombs. "Hail, Winter!" we're supposed to say now.

I ask you, what next: we lose the feast? We stop the Solstice parties? No more honoring Ops, goddess of abundance?

I was buying some greenery down by the Forum the other day, and there's old Macrobius with some Visigoth chick, and she goes, "Gut Jule." And I go, "Hey! In this country, we say, Io, Saturnalia! Maybe you should go back to where you came from." Then Macrobius goes, "She can't, she's a slave."


At this time of year, the Visigoths sacrifice a pig and burn a special log that they dance around, instead of acting like normal people and going to the temple of Saturn.

I swear, I was at this party over at Septima Commodia's house the other day. She always has a Saturnalia party. Anyway, she decorated the place with prickly green leaves. "It's holly," she said, "The latest fashion from Brittania. They all do it in Londinium."

It gets worse.

She had this statue of some goddess from Ultima Thule or somewhere, name of Frigga, sitting right there on the dining room mensa. I mean, this is darned near blasphemous. I'd be scared about what the lares and penates would do if I put that thing in my house. But Septima Commodia just said, "Oh get over it! We're cosmopolitan here." Cosmopolitan. That's what they call it.

Well, by Jupiter, I live in Latium. I'm a Roman. And this empire was founded on the principle that the gods, our gods, must be honored at the appropriate time and in the appropriate way. None of this foreign heretical nonsense or these strange customs from Germania or Hibernia or Palestine. I say, "Io, Saturnalia!" and if you don't like it, you can leave.

~ by Diane Roberts

It’s from an NPR radio broadcast, the link below lets you listen to the original broadcast.

-the redhead-

Bank bonus payments - Hoist on their own petard


Note to self

Buy fireplace gloves tomorrow.

The worst thing that happens when you stick your hands in the dyepot is your fingers turn purple. This is not the same.

-the redhead-

QotD (the best comment from a hilarious thread)

No! You're showing your Arkansas. This ain't Monica!!



Her Grace Ilissa defending my honor on the household list. Or perhaps it was my reputation.

Just for the record I do not own a blue dress. But I do now get my own tourney to repair my besmirched honor. Fun fun! Poor Connor - I bet I can dig up some old chiv & hats to beat on him a bit...

-the redhead-

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Yesterday was my first day at the new job. I have a badge (with the requisite convict picture), an email address, a working phone, and a lovely new office:

I forsee more time spent wandering the greenhouses at Fantasy Orchids, as I have 12 feet of floor to ceiling windows at work to fill in addition to all the room at home. I already picked up a couple of small plants Mom reserved for me there, and she is also sending me something that she's bought from Japan(?). I want one of these

I'm going to learn to cultivate orchids come hell or high water, according to Mom ;)

I met dozens of people, most of who's names I'd forgotten by early afternoon. Thankfully, everyone's names are on their doors. The folks there are all very nice, and I'm heartened to learn my new workplace has been voted into the top 10 companies in Colorado to work for the last two years. Once I get settled in I look forward to biking to work, tho my work ID doubles as a free buss pass in the state and there's some underground parking for the bad days.

My calendar is already filling up, much to my surprise. They are very serious about helping me get dialed in, which is the sort of challenge I appreciate. I brought home 60 pages of contracts reading for the next couple of days. I've gotten through about half of it, but will undoubtedly be reviewing the policies, procedures, and templates for several days. I'm grateful there wasn't a quiz at the end of the day ;)

They have all sorts of other perks, such as a real cafeteria two buildings over. It was an absolutely spectacular day, so when my new boss treated me to lunch we spent a lovely 40 minutes sitting outside in the warm sun.

One the home front, Home Depot is a dangerous, dangerous place. It seems I'm over there everyday - it's difficult to escape the gravitational well. Yesterday's trip included a stud finder and several sets of decorative poles so I may hang the drapes I've sewn. The HD list, however, grows ever longer.

Good times.

-the redhead-