The Post Where I Mention the Infant of Prague and Nurse Ratched

 So, here I sit for the first time in at least a week. It's kind of hard to concentrate because I can hear my sixteen-year-old son in his room - I believe he has his ear buds in but he's singing along to Bad Case of Lovin' You by Robert Palmer. I feel a cuddly 'gee-shucks' type of warm fuzziness at the realisation my son has inherited my eclectic taste in music (he was listening to The Beatles and Michael Buble whilst he washed up earlier), but I must admit it appears he might have my singing ability, which is somewhat dire. I'm just having a bit of a tap on the keyboard to keep the old mind ticking along. My life has been busy lately with work and study. It's all I've done. But the study iceberg is decreasing as I chip and chip at it. Soon it will be reduced to a couple of cubes over which I will pour a measure of vodka, lime, and soda and toast its completion. 

Today's Facebook memory involved an episode where I was having a tour around the local Catholic high school with my cousin six years ago. My cousin had two of her daughters with her, and I had my younger son, who was then aged about ten. We were having a look because my cousin had attended there and wanted to show her daughters.  I attended a State high school, but did have the old Cat'lic torture as a primary schooler, and remember all those statues and icons. We walked past the Infant of Prague, a staple in Catholic institutions who radiates benevolence, and my son said, 'Mum, who's the kid doing this?' - to demonstrate my son struck a gangster rapper type pose and did a peace sign, before asking was the kid 'taking a selfie.' I laughed like a drain then, and had a good old laugh this morning when reminded of the incident. It's good to have a laugh and in this absurd time of Covid, it doesn't happen nearly enough. 

The other big thing in my life lately is that I gave first aid to a young woman having a medical episode last Sunday. I don't want to go into all the details, but it was good to be able to help. My husband gave me praise, and reminded me of about five other incidents over the years where I have been a Good Samaritan. I'm either a very kind person or else a jinks who should stay home for the safety of the general public. 

Also had a filling placed in my tooth. It had to be done - my tooth had a hole like the Mariana Trench. 

Okay, well I'm off to do some more watching of Ratched on Netflix. It's an imagining of the early career of Nurse Ratched from One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest. It's awesome stuff.