I'll probably go to the grocery store later. I have a few little errands I could do. I want to go over an editing job for the second time. It's the one I got yesterday.
I have plenty to read, and things to catch up with online. I'll see if A. wants to chat tonight.
A few hours later: Dad wanted to go to the library, and the library is near the grocery store, so we did a combined trip. He got a few things at the grocery store as well, so it wasn't a wash for him.
I went out to smell the lilacs, and some of the other flowers. "Odee Pink" has a small new cane coming up. I was pleased to see that. "Odee Pink" blooms on new wood. It's a found rose, probably at least part Noisette. I don't think it develops the long canes that Noisettes usually do, though. 'Mme. Isaac Pereire' has canes nearly as long as the canes of 'Blaze'. 'Blaze' is an actual climbing rose. 'Mme. Isaac Pereire' is a Bourbon that grows long canes.
I am catching up with clips of some of the appearances Darren Criss made on various TV and radio shows yesterday. Some of what he says is making me think, "Did he really just say that?" He said on Fuse: "It's this funny joke I have that the smaller and more Filipino and girly you are, the more you sound like, you know, a huge Black woman. I don't know what it is. And that's a compliment to both huge Black women and small Filipino girls." I don't believe everyone will find that funny. He said in that appearance that he was from "a Filipino background." My feeling, for whatever that's worth, is that he has a lot of leeway in talking about Filipinos. He doesn't have as much leeway when he's talking about Blacks and talking about women of any race. Some people will judge him hard when it comes to talking about race and gender, and some will see it as typical attitudes. Or both.
(Added: Yeah, not everybody thinks it's funny. Not that I always say the right things, but I thought he was better than that on those issues.)
A. texted back that he was getting new glasses. S.M. called me about having trouble with the printer when I was at the grocery store. I cannot fix her printer from a distance.
Slightly after that: S.M. called back to say that she'd unplugged the printer and then plugged it back in again, and then it worked. I still need to make two May baskets. Maybe after dinner.
Later: I talked to A. for about an hour and a half. He said that a friend in Green Bay had invited him to come over, but that he'd gotten my text first and figured his friend would end up being too tired to actually hang out anyway, which is what happened. I said that A. perhaps should have agreed to hang out with a real person. "You're a real person!" he said.
I said, "You never know on the Internet, but I guess talking to someone on the phone is more real." There are things I choose to talk about on the Internet, things I choose to talk about on the phone, and things I choose to talk about in person, but I am the same person. I suppose my brother is the one who hears just about everything through any medium, but A. and I talk about the same things on the phone as we do online.