Hello, chums! It’s been a couple of weeks. Dogs have been controlling my life, and the rest of the time went to family members in various states of crisis–or what they think is crisis, anyway. But one of the dogs is on vacation, so my evenings will be free for a while.
My big news is that I’m feeling better! I used to be unable to go 1/2 mile without having to do Lamaze breathing. Now my back doesn’t start hurting until later, and it doesn’t hurt nearly as much. Yay, progress! Also, it’s great to be able to bend again. Hurray!
I had an eye doctor appointment this morning. My daughter and I bought googly eyes while she was here, so while waiting for the doc, I stuck two big ones on my eyelids. In a few minutes, I heard laughter, so I waved my arms in front of me and said, “Doc, doc! I can’t see!” She made me promise to do it for the corneal specialist next week.
The news there wasn’t so great. My right contact is a little uncomfortable. She said there’s nothing more that can be done, and the corneal specialist is recommending another transplant. I can’t tell you how badly I DON’T want to go through that again. My eyes have apparently been sensitized because the last few transplants, the pain was ungodly. I’m not that uncomfortable with the contact, so I hope to put it off for awhile.
On the bus, a guy who was boarding with a scooter tripped and fell hard with his legs flying up in the air. People helped him up, and he sat behind me and started talking about falls with his scooter. Then he fell asleep. I had to wake him up because he was heading for Tumwater and had to transfer. I hope he made it OK.
The new bus route drops me off at the mall, so I went to Penney’s to buy a tee shirt. This elderly man waiting in line started putting the moves on me. Ick.
My son is still sick. It’s been three weeks now. His pulmonologist wants to see him tomorrow. Hopefully he’ll get relief soon. I worry about that guy.
My elderly neighbor is in terrible pain and needs a hip replacement, but she can’t get one because she has nobody to stay with her for a week or so post-op, the length of time the surgeon insists she has somebody. Her daughter is wealthy but won’t come down until September because she’s too busy, nor would she pay for a private nurse. I feel so sorry for her.
To make matters worse, someone stole her wagon-style grocery cart, which she uses to get her trash to her car and then the dumpster. It happened in broad daylight. It was tucked away where it couldn’t be seen from the street. She’s on a fixed income and had to buy a new cart. Stoopit criminals.
My nephew finally found an apartment. He’s still in the motel for a few more days. His mother has spent over $3,000 on his hotel bill, which doesn’t bother him in the slightest. OCD is only one way he’s messed up.
All this hockey talk reminds me of the old graffiti: “Jesus saves.” “But Mikita gets the rebound and scores.”
ALWAYS suspect the squirrels. They’re the juvenile delinquents of the tree world. Glad mom is better!
Tater, what a wonderful person E. must have been! I loved the “funny bone” on his urn. To combine humor with beautiful art is the sign of a truly outstanding human.
I know exactly where. I’ve never figured it out, either.
Shoe, I’d love to know the backstory on that couple. He’s a cheapskate and she’s Attila? She’s Attila because he’s a cheapskate? He’s a cheapskate because she’s Attila?
Molly, Happy Pride Month! The gym shorts sound like a good way to ease out, at least in yoga class. My daughter has two skeletons on her front porch she puts in seasonal attire. They have names and are a gay couple–always smiling and holding hands. On June 1st, she decks them out in rainbow shirts and sunglasses and hangs the Pride flag plus rainbow bunting. When is your local parade?
Also, so glad your wife is such a sweetheart. She obviously loves the essential you.
doggio, love that meme. Question: who loads the brown vans? Are the parcels loaded in order by address?
When I was 15, a friend and her mom invited me to go ice skating at an indoor rink. Friend had a cute ice skating outfit and was twirling and figure-eighting. I clung to the rail and slipped like I was wearing banana peel shoes. Friend’s mom said not being able to skate meant getting help from cute boys. Turned out, she was right.
Remember double-blade skates? That’s what I need.
I ALMOST got caught up, but I’m fading fast. It’s not even 9:00 yet. I’m fudding right into duddyhood.
Hippie and molly, I loved the labor and delivery stories!