Mama Crash is fine. Talked to her today and the surgery went well. Thanks to all of you who sent me notes of encouragement. And yes, calling her Mama Crash is a play on Mama Cass. It's really just meant as a joke since my mom is this tiny, petite woman . . . very unlike Mama Cass. In fact, she is a younger, German/Irish version of Sophia from the Golden Girls.
Of course, that makes me Dorothy, which is sadly appropriate on so many levels.
So, pretty boring weekend, other than worrying about mom.
Saturday my plans fell through again, so I hung out at the house all day. That evening, I went to see Bright Young Things which was rather good. I need to read some Evelyn Waugh one of these days.
And here is a picture of my crush for this movie. Sadly, the photo is not from Bright Young Things, rather it is from Children of Dune. But still, James McAvoy is hot. I can't wait to see him as Mr. Tumnus in The Chronicles of Narnia. I imagine he won't be particularly hot in that movie, however. As I recall, Tumnus is a satyr.
Sunday, I just hung out at the house, reading and watching tv.
Since I was anxious yesterday, I had a hard time sleeping. Due to the lack of sleep and my physical therapy appointment this morning, I'm wiped. I may try to leave early today.