Verb craziness, with active and passive senses.

A few months ago I was studying and making up flashcards for an ancient language that I'm studying, and I noticed that some verbs have both active and passive definitions for the same verb root, like the same verb can be both "defeat" and "be defeated."

I was like, "How the heck can that be?", but then like last month I came across someone using the verb "migrate" for websites, like you migrate content from one place to another, and that usage suddenly made a bit more sense, since that's like two senses in one word (someone moving, and someone moving something).

On music school teachers' germphobia.

The other week on my day off, I was sitting out on my stoop and reading, and my one (Mexican-American) music school teacher neighbor was outside for some reason and we ended up chatting for a bit.

It turns out that he's skeptical of vaccination, and he said he's careful so much anyways, and besides that he's noticed that the other teachers at his school who really want the vaccine, they're the ones who have been the worst with germs anyways, for years.

"You see them go in the restroom, and even if they do the big business, you know, they walk out without washing their hands," he was like.

He then said that even if he goes in and does the little business, sometimes he won't even open up the door to go out, but instead he'll wait until someone comes in and then he'll catch the door with his foot before it closes, and then he'll reopen it that way and slip out.

"That's a good passport to have."

At the resthome, there's a(n older) resident who kind of went to high school in the same country that my grandparents became adults in, due to borders shifting around World War 2.

I hadn't seen her in a while and so the other week when we ran into each other in a social room there we caught up, and I told her that I had figured out that I could apply for dual citizenship there, and so I was pressing forward with that and it looked like it was a go, though the process takes time.

"That's a good passport to have," she was like. "E.U."

Due to the War, she and her family ended up in Canada and then South America, so she knows what she's talking about.

It's so interesting to have people in my life who have automatic perspectives like that.

An original joke!

That my one assisted living client with disabilities came up with:

Q: What's the favorite song of birds that are pedophiles?

A: K.C. and the Sunshine Band's "Get Down Tonight."

Great food swap.

Last month at my one assisted living client's with disabilities, I brought in some onion from home, so I could fry up some potatoes and onions for her with some leftover baked potatoes that she had in her fridge; I had had a big onion peeled and halved and just sitting out in my fridge so I could cut bits of it off to use in making salads, so I just cut a big slice of that off and I threw it in a sandwich bag, and that's what I brought in for her.

And, right before I left my client's house, her (lesbian) sister was over, and right before I left she was like, "Oh wait!", and she pulled out a row of individually prepackaged chocolate bunnies that were all linked together from the breadbox that's on the kitchen counter there, and she cut one off and gave it to me, and she was like, "I had this for you, can't forget that!".

Later when I got home, I realized that I had effectively swapped out a piece of a drying-out onion from my fridge for a small chocolate bunny.

Not a bad trade!

So, I texted my client and her (lesbian) sister that.

I think they got a kick out of it.

Resthome drama (2 of 2): Denouement.

One night at the resthome like a month ago, stuff got done incredibly early, and so I changed out of my work clothes like a half hour before work ended, so I could go and sit in the lobby and study my (Egyptian) flashcards there before clocking out for the night.

"What happens if they need help," my one (edgy) (Ethiopian) coworker was like when she saw me, "Someone call, someone need help, but you like this."

"Nothing," I was like. "We work with old people, they have bad eyes."

And, she looked at me and didn't know what to say for a second, and then chuckled softly, but you could tell in her eyes that she was ready to pounce but was confused somehow from being thrown off of her gameplan.

Resthome drama (1 of 2): Set-up.

At the resthome, I've noticed that my one (edgy) (Ethiopian) coworker seems to make shit up and do these weird power plays on people, or at least on me.

For example, if my dinner break starts late, she'll bring up with me later that shift that people in the kitchen talk about me and how long I take on breaks.

Except, I think it's just her, and she's making this shit up so she has stuff on me but comes off as my friend.

"I, I don't care, but I want you to know," she's always like.

I honestly wonder if this is why her ex-husband's sister didn't like her, according to what she's told me about her marriage and why it broke up.