I flew up to Penticton last Wednesday and spent two days up in Summerland last week checking up on Mom. It did turn out to be a triple fracture in her femur. Surgery was apparently fine and she was probably good to go on Wednesday, but due to low O2 levels in her blood, they kept her on oxygen for a couple of days. She was glad to check out on Friday morning, especially after reaching her limit of burnt toast and soggy sandwiches. She’s now comfortable in the downstairs bedroom at Rosalind’s place, reading the Harry Potter books, watching terrible martial arts movies (courtesy of me, of course) and promising to stay out of further trouble.

Flew back to Vancouver on Friday afternoon. That evening turned into a scheduling disaster for the intended night out with friends, so Mimi and I went out to CinCin on Robson for a late dinner instead. My eyes rolled repeatedly over the discussion of feminist modernist literature, and her proposed Phd thesis topic (which involved the words “aliens”, “race”, and “diaspora”). And I’ve decided CinCin is really overrated; still looking for that decent, nonpretentious restaurant in Vancouver.

Went for lunch on Saturday with Manh to Joe Fortes where over brunch he decided we could distill our personalities into a single word - apparently I’m a spaz. I swear I’m only that way when greatly provoked (ie by him).

Jeff bought a house!

Other than my paranoia about developing Lyme disease, little else going on. I’m sitting at work blogging this since our internal network connection is dead, and I can’t get much else done - even though SIGGRAPH in San Diego looms ahead.