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The Sibyl in Her Grave was really really good, quite the best of the Hiary Tamars by me. It features as well what I think of as anti-Dick Francis characters: those poor hapless English souls who simply can't say no or enforce what we today call boundaries. Whereas Francis is full of out and out bullies and harpies who have never heard of the rules and ride roughshod over everyone's boundaries as if they don’t exist. And not all of them are the arrogant rich, though of course some are. But the rest are just unpleasant people who probably cut in line, which I believe is supposed to be the English sin that cries aloud to heaven for vengeance. Though of course no one says anything when they do.
The mug of the past few days blew away finally as I was out spending money in restaurants, so I walked over to the subway to see what progress has been made on installing the elevator. Damned little. Signs say project will be finished by the end of 2024. I can still subway back to Christie because it has up escalators, supposing them to be in operation and not closed off for cleaning. But there's no way down with a walker unless one wants to rely on the kindness of strangers, always a dicey proposition. And I'm convinced I'll be using this walker to the end of my life. Though I should recall that I didn't walk for years after that cyst and my legs consequently stayed weak just as long. But neither did everything else hurt as much as it does now.
My sister finally has a date for her hip replacement. Alas, it's just before Christmas. I am not impressed by her hospital, nor by the rehab centre she'll probably go to. Which was well enough in the day, but seems to have had a falling off since covid. My dentist had horror stories of her 90-some year old aunt not being allowed to walk around post-knee surgery because the staff thought she might fall, so she got 30 minutes of exercise a day, period. But I say nothing; it is what it is. Luckily S has all her church friends as well as good up and downstairs neighbours.
Bro and s-i-l are in Stratford. S-i-l was mightily unimpressedby their production of Richard II, which I understand rather plays up Richard's (dubious IMO) rep as one of what was known in my day as the faggot kings of England. It's no use them trying to appeal to any audience but Boomers because no one else can afford their prices, and come to that, neither can this Boomer.
The mug of the past few days blew away finally as I was out spending money in restaurants, so I walked over to the subway to see what progress has been made on installing the elevator. Damned little. Signs say project will be finished by the end of 2024. I can still subway back to Christie because it has up escalators, supposing them to be in operation and not closed off for cleaning. But there's no way down with a walker unless one wants to rely on the kindness of strangers, always a dicey proposition. And I'm convinced I'll be using this walker to the end of my life. Though I should recall that I didn't walk for years after that cyst and my legs consequently stayed weak just as long. But neither did everything else hurt as much as it does now.
My sister finally has a date for her hip replacement. Alas, it's just before Christmas. I am not impressed by her hospital, nor by the rehab centre she'll probably go to. Which was well enough in the day, but seems to have had a falling off since covid. My dentist had horror stories of her 90-some year old aunt not being allowed to walk around post-knee surgery because the staff thought she might fall, so she got 30 minutes of exercise a day, period. But I say nothing; it is what it is. Luckily S has all her church friends as well as good up and downstairs neighbours.
Bro and s-i-l are in Stratford. S-i-l was mightily unimpressedby their production of Richard II, which I understand rather plays up Richard's (dubious IMO) rep as one of what was known in my day as the faggot kings of England. It's no use them trying to appeal to any audience but Boomers because no one else can afford their prices, and come to that, neither can this Boomer.