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12042016-02


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I got into an online debate with my own husband this morning -- in the comments section on Facebook. I almost said "argument" but chose to say "debate" instead because, even though it began with my being quite overtly annoyed with him (and him me, I'm sure), it turned . . . surprisingly civil. We both conceded points in the end. But then he chose to delete the conversation, for some reason being uncomfortable with it being public. I think it says something that he's unwilling to stand by his own statements publicly, but then there are still valid arguments for removing the conversation, I'll admit.

I won't say what the debate was about, really only because it would needlessly (and stupidly, quite frankly) piss him off, and why bother? I will say it's ultimately related to his request a while ago that I not spell out the numbers in my journal entries in Arabic script as I once did, a request that always bothered me -- he has no right to dictate what I can and cannot put in my journal, or say anywhere for that matter. That said, I've settled for using the Hindi script you've been seeing for months now for the obvious reasons: it's the more obvious and appropriate choice, given that Shobhit's native language is indeed Hindi and not Arabic. Still, that choice was and should be my own, not his. Anyway, today's conversation was not about that specifically, but something similar, and he once again asked me not to use certain language in my journal. He did say please, I'll give him that. But I'm still going to go on as though he had never asked me, because it was a request he had no right or authority to make. It wouldn't happen in all likelihood anyway, but there are contexts in which it could. I'm literally not going to worry about it. If he wants to worry about it, he'll be the one to make that choice.

The thing about the conversation on Facebook today is that I honestly think we both handled it surprisingly well, especially compared to most people arguing in comment threads online. In the end, we were both civil and mature about it. I almost wish he hadn't deleted it.

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It's a big year for a lot of people I know and am related to: senior citizenship time! My mom turns 65 years old today. Sherri did already, actually -- in April. Two of my friends' mothers do as well, one of them also in April. Barbara will on September 30. Gail, Danielle's mom, will be the last of these, in December. I always remember her birthday because it's exactly six months after Mom's.

Let's hope I remember to call Mom this evening. I got a card out to her in the mail on Tuesday which means it probably arrived in her mail box either yesterday or will today. But she rarely actually checks her mail, so more often than not, even though I send her cards in plenty of time, she doesn't actually see them until after the day in question.

Here's something that didn't occur to me until just now as I was writing this: Mom is officially halfway through her sixties. Also, I can hardly believe it's already been five years since Shobhit and I went to Wallace for Mom's 60th birthday. Half a decade! Time goes by too fast. As much as I complain about the hassles of visiting Wallace twice a year, there will come a time when the need is no longer there, but I will sure be glad I made that effort.

Sometimes I think about how surreal it will be once I start losing my parents. Hopefully that's still not for many years yet, but it's hard not to think about given my parents now are without all of their parents. Mom lost hers in 1996 and 1997, and particularly when it came to Grandpa -- her dad -- she did not take it well. I really should make more of an effort to coordinate with Mom regarding what things should be done when she passes. I expect it will be a pain in the ass no matter what, but it would sure be nice to have some things taken care of beforehand. Come to think of it, it's probably not a bad idea to start thinking about pre-planning certain things in the event of my own death, or even incapacitation, so the burden doesn't fall too hard on someone else. I could get hit by a bus tomorrow, after all. I often think about that when considering the way President Fuckwit is throwing the entire planet in the garbage (then again, there is still plenty to hope for).

Evidently I have reached that age when parents' birthdays make you think about rather morbid things. I kind of expect, though, that even at the age of 65, I'll still be pointedly making a celebration out of birthdays. Nobody that age that I know now does, but then, no one I know who is my current age does either. I'm just special.

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12032016-05


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Yesterday was the opening night of Wonder Woman, a movie literally decades in the making, which was decent but not great, which I pretty much expected. It had far better chances of being great in the nineties, when there wasn't a new superhero movie getting wide release every other fucking weekend, but whatever. I still support it as a feminist. And yes I'm serious about that. You should get a little more nuanced sense of why if you just read my solid B review.

I went with Laney, who chose to drive instead of taking Light Rail as usual, because she threw her back out switching her cat's litter yesterday morning. Laney will herself turn 60 this year (the same day, in fact, that Barbara turns 65), and probably also at least somewhat related to her heart attack a couple of years ago, these sorts of things do happen with her with a bit more frequency. I mean, I spend a lot of time with her as it is (more time with anyone, in fact, besides Shobhit, and maybe Ivan if you count just living together), so naturally there would also be more instances of canceled or changed plans than with other people. But it does feel like these sorts of things also happen more now that she's getting a bit older.

I did learn some kind of vital information at the movie she and Shobhit and I were at on Wednesday. I already knew she wears a necklace with a pendant that is filled with emergency medication (I forget what specifically) that should be opened and poured into her mouth should she go into cardiac arrest. This, I thought was cool: half the small container, a part that is permanently sealed, contains ashes of both her parents. The other half, which is the accessible part after simply unscrewing the metal cap, has the medication in it. And now I know how easy it would be to open it if there were such an emergency -- good to know, I noted, given how much time we spend together -- and exactly what I should do with it.

Anyway, last night she picked me up in her car at 7:30 instead of meeting at Light Rail at that time as originally planned. We then got downtown in less than five minutes, leaving us lots of time just to hang out in our already-reserved recliner seats before the movie. I brought two shot bottles full of rum to add to the Zevia Cherry Cola I smuggled in. I hid it under my hoodie in my bag and this time they didn't even ask to check the bag.

Laney and I agreed the movie was good but not great, and that Alien: Covenant had been way better. I would still recommend Wonder Woman, but, for instance, Shobhit should definitely be glad that if he was only going to join us for one of the two movies, Alien: Covenant was the one to choose.

After the trailers and the runtime being two hours and 21 minutes, it was nearly 10:40 by the time we left the theatre. For the second time in a week, Ivan was home from work before I got back. This time he just leaned back from his chair at the dining table and we exchanged quick hellos before I went straight to get ready for bed. I didn't even get to sleep until 11:30, and, strangely, after six hours sleep last night I am more awake today than I was yesterday after seven. Both nights I slept like a log. It was sure nice to get that two nights in a row, which is rare.

I did nod off a bit during the movie. Laney even asked me, "How much did you sleep through, do you think?" I said, "Did you see me sleeping?" Yep. I never slept for a long period, though, and I'd say for maybe twenty minutes I was in and out of consciousness. Once I managed to stay awake again, I clearly hadn't missed much -- just more excessive superhero / supervillain battling. I still feel confident I can stand by my review.

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