Grandma was fairly lucid. She thought I was blonde, but I'm wondering if she saw my red hair and just couldn't get to that word.
My aunt Peggy made absolutely wonderful latkes.
We opened the presents from my mother, who is notorious for bad presents. She actually came through this year and gave me a set of DVDs with four Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes movies. (I think she got the idea from sister, so thanks to louiseroho if that's the case.) On the other hand, hubby got...a CD of theramin music.
Hubby came with me, which was a lot for him, because he'd been up for twenty-four hours working and got really loopy from fatigue. He wanted to make sure he got to see Grandma, just in case something happened. The rest of the family seems a bit more blase about the possibility, with the statement, "She's been dying for 15 years."
We came home and I made him a steak and we watched some more of Due South, which he really likes, but has dubbed "Touched By a Canadian."
He crashed around ten for some much-needed sleep, while I stayed up to get my yuletide story. Whoooooooo-hoooooooo!!!!!!
Right now I'm practicing my stay calm mantra regarding my own comments and recs. Especially since everyone's still learning their way around the new archive.
Got up this AM, went out for an hour of hills around Dolores Park. Then we got a cab up to Laguna Honda to see Pyscho-sis. You may remember, the last time I saw her, she was wasting away and couldn't stand up. She looks so much better now. She's put on weight, had her hair colored, and generally has a much better attitude and outlook. She'll be moving back to her apartment soon. We did presents and hubby played some songs on the mandolin. He tried to sing, but kept crying. (He was singing 2000 Miles by The Pretenders and River by Joni Mitchell)
We also went outside so that Psycho-sis could smoke. There's a place up there called "Harmony Park" which is the de facto smoking area. It was a gorgeous sunny day, so I was able to enjoy second hand smoke and ultra-violet rays.
Anyway, it was quite pleasant and there were no emotional outbreaks, besides a general feeling of sentimentality.
So that's it for relatives.
(I will not obsess about comments. I will not obsess about comments.)