Leiney's graduation from Central at T-Mobile Park was lovely. The vast majority of her classmates were immigrants from Asia, South Asia and predominantly Muslim African countries. At Western, she was the only person of color in her cohort at Fairhaven. It made it difficult discussing issues of race, which she did in seminar routinely very uncomfortable for her, with kids who were considering the idea for the first time, as a rule. Fuck, even if you don't get it, I do. This is especially true after being surrounded by all the brown and black folk at the graduation. So, bully for her. She hears from UW Bothell soon. Fingers crossed.
Abby couldn't come to graduation, she was stage managing Romeo and Juliet at Center School, it was the day before opening night and Juliet called off with an infection post-wisdom tooth extraction.
She met us afterwards at 13 Coins for dinner. The wait was 25 minutes, the kids didn't want to wait, so we went to look for food elsewhere. Ivar's was open and seating. We waiting 15 minutes, were led to a table, and given menus. The selection was severely limited--a post-Covid change perhaps--and there was nothing for the graduate or her little sister to eat, so onward through the fog of hunger we went. I suggested Red Robin, Abby searched her phone, said it was open and off we went. Abby's information was no bueno. Red Robin no longer exists. In its stead was an Italian restaurant, Salt and Fire. We scanned the menu outside and after querying the maitre'd to find out if they'd demeatball the spaghetti, we asked to be seated.
Dinner was fine. It was Italian, as mentioned earlier, with nouvelle cuisine portions, military contractor prices, and Red Robin flavor. The service was great. But a 20 percent service charge should be illegal. They can charge what they want, but put it on the flippin' menu. Also, dickhead, don't discourage me from tipping waitstaff, as the explanation did. Finally, give me a bill that calculates the tip sans service charge and tax. They didn't and I was too tired and tipsy to risk not tipping the waitstaff correctly.
It was better than the Olive Garden, to be sure, but other than the view of the water, wasn't any better than. The Old Spaghetti Factory. We had a lovely time at any rate, and I am so pleased Leiney walked so we could celebrate her.
Yesterday, I got up at 5ish. Drank coffee and tended to Willow until 6:15 or so, and then decided to go tackle the yard, it needed weeding and a lot of grooming before today's party. For the first time since the myocardial infarction, I worked in the yard for an hour and a half or so. I stopped only after I started feeling pain in my chest radiating down my left arm. The cardiologists at HMC told me I'd be fine for at least 4 years, so I wasn't worried. Also, to be fully transparent, they also said if I did have any chest discomfort to immediately go to the ER. I, instead, went inside and watched the events in Russia unfold on CNN. I was extremely tired, but in good spirits, as I melted into the couch, my big dog's head on my lap. I called my sister to make fun.of the news coverage, and during the course of the conversation explained to her how exhausted I felt and mentioned the pain, which had gone way down. For reasons I can't explain, she became very agitated and told me to call 911. I didn't. I told her I was fine. She called my SIL Judy, former EMT and PA, who told her I should call 911. Jane came over, really quickly, so quickly I learned later her pants were inside out. She told me what Judy said. I declined to call. I. Felt. Fine. I did allow her to take me to St. Anne's--nee Highline Hospital. A slow day, I was admitted quickly. They were lovely. All the tests were negative. They made me stay to measure troponin levels over time. During our discussions with the professionals, they said that waiting as I had can skew the results. My sister was worried and furious with me. My stubbornness will kill me some day.
Today is the graduation party for Abby. Lots to do that didn't get done yesterday.
I was ordered to rest, which I did until I had to go to Party City in
the late afternoon. Leiney and Jared came and helped. Abby washes the
deck and then went downstairs to attend to her room. The downstairs is
still a disaster. I am letting it go. She made dinner for us and left
the mess, hasn't removed her stuff from the dining room table, or from
the counters or living room. I am keeping it together, but must go do
that and go to Costco, get ice, set up, etc.
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