It's So Late

[copied from dland]

Oy, it's after 8:00 pm and I'm awake -- what's wrong with this picture? Yesterday, I put myself down on the bed after school "for my back," and two hours later I was fighting to wake up, so today I didn't allow myself to be horizontal. K napped, and then we went to the supermarket and then had some dinner and I've been doing this and that since then and now I'm ready to drop.

I just got email from my Good Guy Nephew's fiancée with their wedding date: September 12, 2008. 2008? That's a two year engagement, which seems like a long time for people who've known each other since middle school. (Okay, they've only been a couple for ... wait, that's two or three years already; I can't keep track, but it's not a recent thing.) Well, I guess that gives me time to lose 35 pounds and for both my daughters to come up with some men-folk of their own. I swear, it's going to take a hundred years for any of my sister's kids to make her a grandma. So far, it looks like her best shot is the 17 year old, and even that won't be until after he's out of college. (Although she does have an adorable step-grandbaby via her husband's daughter. But we need a local grandbaby, dammit.)

So my sense of self-discovery is going to a new level this weekend, as I've just acquired my medical records so that I can bring them to the new doctor on Wednesday. I wonder just what's in there, although I have a reasonable idea. Actually, I'm going through it to make copies of some things, like the report on the brain tumor, which I had a copy of once but I more or less lost it. It'll be like taking a trip down memory lane, but in the handicapped lane. I'm either getting a good laugh or a serious depression out of this one. I'll let you know.

In the meantime, when we went to the supermarket before, guess what we bought?

PIE!

Yes, it's the once or twice a year when I satisfy my constant need for PIE. We got a strawberry pie; no idea why, but you seldom see that, just strawberry pie. I used to make that years ago, when I baked more often.

I made kick-ass pies, btw, because I learned to make pie-crust from a master baker, my OldFriend's Grandma Fritzi, who was an amazing baker. How I learned her secret pie recipe and her daughter and granddaughter didn't is another whole story, but once I knew, I used to make pies all the time. I think my pie-need is the crust, actually, since I'm not particular about the filling. I would sometimes use the canned filling but make my own crust, sometimes do the whole thing from scratch. (Grandma Fritzi's specialty was peach pie, as it happens, of which I'm not a huge fan.)

So I'm going to have some pie now and then fall asleep on the couch. And tomorrow I get to yell at my sister for forgetting to tell me that her son and his fiancée set the date, even though I talked to her for a half hour before. She's a bit of a ditz sometimes, I think, but I'll keep her.


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