Vacation, Day Two

I think the ink stain in the car is much better. I could do a commerical for the Tide Pens. I considered Captain Ron's idea of using hairspray, which I know would probably work, but since I can't throw the seat into the washing machine afterwards, like a piece of clothing, it would just stay sticky. My goal was to make the ink stain as light as the nearby coffee stain, and I think I've achieved that. Anyway, I picked up my car before, so R's is safely tucked away in the garage for tonight.

I have had yet another busy day, although not as physically demanding as yesterday. It wasn't nearly as hot as it was yesterday either, only in the mid 70s, which is plenty lovely, let me tell you, but not hot, which is what I dressed for this morning, so I had to change back into socks and full-length jeans at some point. Even so, I felt like a human being all cleaned up and such, going out today; even my hair came out nice. I do, however, have some sort of stomach bug, or possibly an IBS attack going on today. Fortunately for me, I had an appointment with a new gastroenterologist today -- a coincidence, this is the appointment I made weeks ago for the heartburn -- so off I went.

I like him very much. He meets my new criteria for a new doctor: he has to be old enough to be a real doctor, and he has to be younger than I am. He was very sweet, had a nice manner. He said that the treatment I'm on is the best available for what I've got, and to keep doing what I'm doing, and to be better about avoiding foods that trigger either the heartburn (I'm already better with that) and the reflux. As for that one ... well. What triggers the reflux? Turns out it is the fat in foods (among other triggers, which I guess I don't indulge in.) He thinks that my last attack, which was Easter night, was brought on by the cannoli I allowed myself for dessert. Swell. It's not enough that I avoid fat all the time in order to lose weight, but apparently, if I eat it, it will also make me sick. On the other hand, he said there's no reason to avoid any kind of food in fear of diverticulitis, as long as I eat enough fiber, which god knows I do. So I stopped on the way home and bought some macadamia nuts. Of course, I can only eat a few, but that's fine with me. (Hopefully, there isn't enough fat in three macadamia nuts to keep me up all night. Maybe I should eat them with lunch tomorrow.) Oh, and he gave me a prescription for when my stomach acts up, like today or with an IBS attack. And he said I have to have a colonoscopy every three years, so that's next March for me. That's the full report, folks, nothing more to see here.

I spent about an hour before trying to figure out how to pay the tuition for K's summer classes. When I finally found out the amount via the schools' goofy website, there was a stern warning: ALL FEES MUST BE PAID BY THE DEADLINE! Only, there was no deadline. None at all. The college does not take credit cards, but gives the name of an outside company that does so on their behalf. Yes, I know, that's how I pay the regular fall and spring tuition. (Hey, if you can get credit card points for going to college, why not?) But I couldn't log in to their site (even though I paid them that way all spring) and called them, and they said they don't take summer payments for the college. Grrrr. Well, I am off this week; I guess I'll head over there and pay them in person. Or ask K to do it, maybe.

Tomorrow's mission, after a brief return to basement world, will be my closet. Pack up sweaters. Eliminate as much as possible. Get ready for the last eight weeks of school, clothing wise, since the summer is pretty easy for me. I wear a variation of exactly the same thing every single day: jeans (or cropped jeans), a t-shirt (if it's cool) or a tank top, and a denim shirt over that. Seriously, I could put away every other item in my closet for the summer (although of course there is no other place for it all.) But as long as I can reach those few things, I'm okay. I'm actually down to the size Large pants every day now, which is good because that's the size last summer's cropped jeans are, too. (I must have put on 15 -20 pounds between last July and February, when I started the WW again.)

And ... epiphany!

Thinking about my denim shirts, I was just about to write that I have several, some going back years and years, and I wondered which is my oldest, and then ... BANG!

I know what to wear when I have to film my next scene for the school video. We all need to look like hippies from the 60s. And I have this:



My sister embroidered this shirt for me back ... well, back in the 60s. It's not worn out like most of my other denim shirts are because I never wanted it to get ruined, or to have to get rid of it. But it was right in my closet -- I just jumped up from the computer to get it, and take a picture of it for you -- at the very end, protected by cleaner's plastic. Which made me look for what I could wear under it -- closing it in front is no longer an option -- and I found a black Moody Blues tank top in my dresser. The tie-dyed Moodies t-shirt is in the basement someplace; I still need to look for it. But I am otherwise set. Ooh, I'm so excited that I remembered this shirt! It's so cool! And the colors are still as beautiful as the day she gave it to me.


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