aya.

ok. there is being discreet and being a murphy, apparently. my dad just informed me, matter-of-the-factly, that my grandmother is suffering from a certain kind of leukemia. 'there is nothing much they can do about it, he said, and i told them that at 90 it's not worth for her going through the process of chemio.' while i totally agree with this and i am sure my grandma would if she was still 'all there' i think it's a bit sad that i had to inquire about her medical appointments in order to know. ah well, i guess there is no way i can change them now.

my grandma, as cute as she is, told me today that she was going weekly to give blood (in fact, she's seeing a doctor to make sure her white cell-count is still ok). 'i'm giving blood to the red cross, i think they told me, for the soldiers at war. but i think i'm going to stop soon, i've been giving blood every week for a while now, i've done my share.' i don't know who told her this, but yeah, it's absolutely brilliant.

when i came back home, i checked my answering machine : 6 new messages. i was a bit annoyed to have to this endless banter - i guess i've been feeling a bit antisocial - until i realized that grandma had phoned 6 times (i think she was checking to see if i was on my way) and hung up every single time.

lovely!

a friend of my brother's friend got raped while walking home through the village a couple of days ago. with pride and the games all going on at once, it's not surprising the quiet side streets are the hosts of not so kind onlookers.

'side streets are to be avoided,' f. told me. 'you always walk down ste-catherine's', he said in a weary voice. it's the first time i recall him giving me such advice.