1. Apparently MIL falling and not being able to get up is now sort of routine. The last time, sFIL couldn't get her up, weakened as he is from the after-effects of chemo. He had to call an ambulance. DH wants MIL to get one of those Medic-Alert bracelets, which is so not helping me not think "I've fallen and I can't get up!" when he brings this up.
Seriously? If you are 60--SIXTY, y'all, not 102--and you keep falling over and not being able to right yourself, like a beetle, should you a) stop drinking so much, b) get the tiniest bit of exercise now and then so that you have the muscle strength to push yourself back up, or c) all of the above?
2. FIL is back from Uganda, and his overall assessment is "smelly." Apparently, it is the smelliest place he's ever been. The usual complaints about driving in a place with no traffic signals, having a hole for a toilet, etc. (He said there were two snakes in his toilet-hole the first day.) Also, it was very dusty and he developed bronchitis, for which he is now on antibiotics. So, you know, good for him getting out there and giving it a try, but I think he may be done trying to "convert the savages" or whatever this mission trip was supposed to accomplish. I knew I should have given him a copy of The Poisonwood Bible before he put down his deposit for this trip.
3. BIL quit his job as a small-town police detective to move to a larger city (this being relative, where they live) and take the LSAT. He's decided to go to law school. I wish him luck, but between his online degree from one of those places the D of Ed is looking to de-accreditate (de-accredit?) and the
current glut of unemployed law school grads (<-- clicky), I'm not sure this is a foolproof plan. In the mean time, he and his wife "might substitute teach or something." This, with three young kids.
4. Bonus non-IL material: it's my brother's birthday; it's gorgeous here (high of 76); Friday's phone interview ended with an invitation to interview in-person, travel details supposedly forthcoming; my call with the HR director from the first place I interviewed is in half an hour; and the Woozle is fighting her nap and since I had her all morning, this is DH's problem, not mine.
If nothing else, this may have been some light reading to help pass the time.