Interstitial Cystitis and Irritable Bowel Syndrome significantly decreased the length of my tether, long before the pandemic hit.
I think MiniSue just SEES it more and compares my home incarceration to her mom—who was the Brownie/Girl Scout Leader/ Classroom Volunteer who hung w/some of her teachers; the once a week BINGO (where she often MADE money) with a friend; attended school and finished off her AA, then BA, then Post-grad stuff; attended every school board meeting and CORRECTED members (“no, you cannot allow the Bible study group to meet after school and simultaneously ban the Dungeons and Dragons group from using a room; this will earn the district a law suit, and I will be fighting you because I want our funds used on books and teacher salaries, not law suits...oh...and we WILL lose that law suit); and later, ”running the show” while her dad worked out of town.
THIS old woman seems mighty sedentary. And a lot less sure of herself. And a little forgetful. And asks for her advice. And strangely in need of a companion when she DOES go out. She probably wonders where I hid her mom.
