Got to Admit

it's gotten better. For one, my back was somewhat -- but not completely -- better when I woke up, a little worse after the shower (it's the bending to dry my feet that always gets me, even though I'm careful), and then I did indeed go to the chiropractor. Very nice guy, although just unbelievably chatty, but I do feel pretty good now. I'm going back Wednesday and probably Friday, but that's because I want to be in good shape for the trip next week. After that I hope to get it down to once a week.

I don't know if I'd mentioned this, but I got very turned off to chiropractors about 25 years ago, when I was seeing a group after I was in a car accident and had whiplash. They were very highly recommended, a father, his son and daughter. While I was in the waiting room one day -- my last day there -- a young mother came in with a baby and said to the receptionist that she was back again for another adjustment for the baby because her fever hadn't gone down since the day before, and the receptionist sent her right in. I was very upset, because any rational person would have said "Give that baby tylenol!" or at least wouldn't have "adjusted" her to cure a fever. Anyway, when I filled out all the papers this morning as a new patient, one of the things they had me sign was something that said I understood that a chiropractor can't deal with any medical issues except adjusting your spine. So he was already ahead on points with me when I saw that.

Well, today finally feels like the first day of summer vacation. I did what I wanted to when I wanted to. I was able to start a bit on the cleaning. I really got my desk and all its papers in order. I did not overeat. I started and finished a nice little project. I think that after I post, I may read.

That was another thing last week, my first summer book turned out to be a dud. Last summer, I read London by Edward Rutherfurd and really liked it, as I had really liked his Sarum, which I read several years ago. But I finally had to give up on Forest. I tried it three different times, and got to maybe 200 pages this time before I decided I just couldn't read it. It's so over-written, and boring. I'm going to start the biography of Ingrid Bergman that the Hubs gave me for something or other. I do like biographies, but pretty much only of the old-timey stars, like Bergmann, or Katherine Hepburn, or Cary Grant. Even if they're badly written, the content usually keeps me going.

We'll be off later to pick up R at the airport. I hope her flight isn't delayed; it's scheduled to arrive around 9.00 as it is. Any later than that and I'll be too tired to drive home.

Oh, the bad video I'm watching is the high school musical from my nephew's junior year, which was Bells Are Ringing. It was an odd choice then, already badly dated, and not that well done. (The teacher in charge was replaced at the end of that year.) It was a female-centric show -- the original stage version was a vehicle for Judy Holliday -- but the nephew had what served as the male lead. It's another one of those old tapes that I'm converting to DVD for him. Thank god it's almost over.

WATCHING A BAD VIDEOTAPE :: ENTRY #1519