Moose threw a birthday party on Saturday. The theme was “Game characters”, and I went as Carmen Sandiego.
It was a fantastic night, there were loads of awesome costumes, lots of good people, an amazing cake, and Tobermory and I took home the Best Dressed Male (Hitman*) and Best Dressed Female prizes.
I wrote a seven page letter of burble to my grandmother tonight. I’m going to send it to her along with photos of the party, so that she feels like she’s included. The burble isn’t just about the party, it’s about the house and the kittens and … everything. Well, a cheerful everything, I don’t include the bad bits, just a nice positive chatty natter that she can read and re-read, and photos she can show the nurses, and so on.
There was more I wanted to write about the party, but after talking to Mum tonight, I am feeling somewhat melancholic.
Nana is 80 now. She’s not going to last too much longer. She’s had her second major bowel obstruction in a few years (she is on some amazing drugs for it right now), and she’s far too frail for surgery. Assuming she would actually submit to going to hospital at all, which is far from certain.
She’s had a good innings, and honestly her quality of life is slowly going down hill.
But I’ll still miss Nana when she goes.
* I know I’m biased and all, but damn he looked good.