From the Rhinebeck Community Forum, regarding the Memorial Day parade:
The parade will proceed south on Mulberry Street, turn west onto East Market Street and stop at Village and Town Halls for simultaneous flag raisins and a wreath laying ceremony
I'm in procrastinate mode again. Everything is tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Daughter's father, EX#2, is in the hospital again, has been there for quite a while. What I get from Daughter tends to be very garbled, so I'm not entirely sure what's going on. He's in some kind of rehab facility and is supposed to have some kind of heart valve replacement surgery soon, actually I was under the impression that was supposed to be some time early in this past week, but Daughter has said nothing more, and I don't like to ask because she acts like I'm harassing her when I do ask, so....
What made me think it was to be early this past week is that she and the Nugget went to visit him about 8 days ago, because she thought it was important that she see him before the surgery. The rehab is in Camden, which is a day-trip, but when they move him for the surgery he will be much further south and visiting is a much harder trip, especially with the Nugget.
I've had to walk on eggshells lately with her because she's very tense for a long time about this week. They all left this morning for a week-long visit with Hercules' mother, who is currently living in, uh, Arizona? New Mexico? Wherever she is, it's way out in the middle of nowhere, something to do with a reservation school or something. I don't know. I don't ask.
I do know that the MIL is nuts. Oh, not that kind - well, that kind too, but she's fine if she takes her medications - I mean she has some weird ideas and is frequently, in fact usually, completely unreasonable. There's the orbs thing, and the astrology, and the way she "wouldn't let" Hercules and Daughter name the baby what they wanted to name her, loudly rejecting name after name as being "bad omens". "Wouldn't let" is in quotes, because of course they could have chosen any name they wanted, but if they did, she'd have made their lives hell. I am mostly pretty easygoing, but after one hour in her presence I quite literally want to strangle her.
Poor Hercules. He drew some bad straws in parents. His father actually told him that Daughter was a gold-digger, that she would eventually leave him and take all his money. Not suggested, TOLD him. When Daughter told me that, I said that she should casually drop into conversation sometime how much she stands to eventually inherit from me. She won't need any of whatever pittance he leaves Hercules. Anyway, he gives Daughter a hard time. Nothing she says or does is acceptable.
The FIL has an odd arrangement. His second wife, Hercules' stepmother, is an identical twin, and her twin sister lives with them. The women have the same hairstyle, dress alike, the three go everywhere together, do everything together, at least as far as I know, but of course I know next to nothing. I don't know what their domestic arrangement is, but it does leave one wondering. You'd think a guy who has so much money that he's worried about gold-diggers would say, "Hey, let's install your sister in her own apartment." But, like I said, I know nothing. I seldom gossip, but I don't feel in the least guilty about this instance.
Almost forgot. Back when Daughter and Nugget visited Ex#2 a week ago, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and the urine bag was on the side. Daughter moved the wheelchair, and the bag somehow came disconnected, and urine spilled all over the floor. She attempted to clean it up using paper towels or something, and then the nurse came in, and told her that she shouldn't have touched it because Ex#2 has a UTI, and it's a MRSA infection.
Daughter was freaked enough that she called me from the road on her way home, wondering what kind of danger she and the Nugget might be in, and what she should do.
I didn't say it to her, but I figure she should have asked at the hospital. I'm surprised that if it was very infectious that they would allow the Nugget in the room. Of course, on the other hand, it was supposed to be confined in the bag. I told her to call her doctor or pediatrician the next day. I haven't heard anything since.
To add to the stress, her cat Titus has had some kind of mouth problem since kittenhood (he's 9 this year) and it finally seems to be causing him problems eating, so Daughter ... well, long story short, several thousand dollars in surgery needed.
Well, I may regret this post. Daughter is extremely defensive of her "boundaries", and I'm sure she'd figure I overstepped here. But damn it, it affects my life, too. I have issues of my own that I have been unable to bring up for the past few weeks because I didn't want to add to Daughter's problems. So I have a right to complain about things that are attacking her, at least.