
i'm celebrating no pants day by being naked, because i have a vicious migraine. the visuals are especially interesting this time... vertical lines seem skewed, walls and doors seem to angle inward toward the top. that's a serious enough issue that i didn't want to drive, so i just stayed home. i'm hoping Shirley will be around later and won't mind driving me over to Trader Joe's to pick up some stuff i'm out of.
my psychiatrist called just now to make sure i wasn't freaking out over the possibility of diabetes, which i thought was awfully nice of her. (i'm a little anxious, and worrying about how it would affect my cooking habits, but otherwise... i've been expecting this, and i won't be surprised if the test comes up positive.)
my dad told me that my Aunt Romayne's husband Leo died recently, which is very sad. Uncle Leo was the nephew of one President of Mexico and the grandson of another (no idea which ones, sorry). he and my aunt were married right after she finished her tour of duty with the Marines in WWII. they bought a house out on Long Island, and when it turned out my aunt couldn't have children, they started keeping dogs as child surrogates. man, did they love those dogs.
Aunt Romayne is still living on Long Island with the dogs, but it must be awful to lose a husband after so many years. i should write her a nice letter.
i just realized that i know so little of my grandmother that i can't even imagine her as the sort of person who'd name her children things like Romayne and Evanne (although the names got less creative after that). i have no sense of her personality -- i just remember her as a nice, doddering old lady who made really terrible post roast and had a house full of fascinating treasures that i was strictly forbidden to touch, look at, or even ask questions about. i should ask my mother what she was actually like.