this mel's life ~ diary of a mod housewife?

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Over Thanksgiving dinner, Mom shared some news about my aunt. Based on the results of a PET scan she had, the doctor says she doesn't have Alzheimer's. Doc thinks she may be depressed, and will be medicating her accordingly. But here's something interesting. The last day she was in town for a recent visit, My Uncle the Bigot took her to breakfast and had her sign a piece of paper. My aunt being even more of a draykopf (Yiddish: lit. "airhead") than my mother, didn't read what she signed, and has no idea what it was. Her daughters were supposed to bring her a copy the last time they came down to visit, but didn't. MUtB and Daughters had a conference call with my mother's cousin recently. He's a Florida resident like my auntie, and they were asking his advice on a suitable Medicare Part D for her. When Cousin asked MUtB what the paper was and what it said, MUtB told him it was "just something that said I loved her and would always take care of her."

Pardon me while I call BULLSHIT. Knowing my uncle, it was probably something destined to screw my aunt out of any of his money, and leave her with absolutely no recourse. And knowing my cousins, they went along with it because he holds the purse strings.

My contact lenses arrived yesterday. EIGHT of them. He sent the pair I left in the office (gee, thanks!), two other pairs and two different-size right lenses to test for fit. So far I like one pair better than the other, but the vision in my right eye is not as sharp as it should be. At least we'll have something to argue about at Monday's appointment.

Because I was not feeling ambitious enough to open any flat-packed Swedish furniture boxes tonight, I hung drapes in the dining room instead. Almost killed myself in the process, between falling off the stepladder and the near-coronary from spitting and cursing the studs that weren't where they should be, or were where they shouldn't. My hatred for those damn plastic wall anchors burns with the fire of a thousand suns. Looks nice though, and the house already feels warmer. No pics of them yet (they need steaming and tiebacks), but here are a couple of my china cabinets. I can get all my china in my cupboards. I love that. Click on the photos for details.

My vintage dinnerware...

and all my new Fiestaware.

I *heart* my kitchen.

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