He's Freaking Me Out, Man.

Possible long entry ahead. A few things to get out here.

The "he" of today's title is, of course, my husband. About an hour before K and were going to leave to pick up R at the airport, he says that maybe he'll come with us. Uh ... okay. Unless I don't want him to. No, of course, come with us, if you want. So we're batting it around back and forth until it becomes clear that he's coming. Why? When you find out, let me know.

At which point, K, who was going along so I wouldn't have to drive there alone, says something about it doesn't seem necessary for her to go, and she could have had plans. I did not reply "Sheeyah, right," since her friends are all away and she rarely gets to have plans, so I shrugged it off. And the three of us superfluously went to the airport to pick up someone who wasn't exactly flying in from a year in Europe. The Hubs drove, and K was quiet. After we got home, and R took off for her own home in her car that she had left here, K said again, "I could have had plans, you know," and I remembered that one of her distant friends is now home for the summer. Well, she could have gone somewhere with him. I'm still trying to figure out where the aliens hid the pod when they took over the Hubs.

This morning, K tells me -- and I'm telling no one in the 3D world, only you guys -- that she had a possible date but had to tell the guy that she couldn't go because she had to pick up her sister at the airport. A date! With a living human male! Hopefully they will reschedule, because listen, she is cute as a button and funny and a great catch, just shy when it comes to going places and meeting people in groups (like going to a bar and hanging out just to meet guys. Not her style.)

And then, to finish today's K saga, while she's in class this afternoon, I took a phone message from one of the college's professors who wants to meet her and possibly ask her to be her graduate assistant. So that's good, too.

And now, me, Me, ME! I went to the cardiologist today. I liked him very much. He looked at my family history, my own history, I told him how I can't walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded, etc. and he seemed a little iffy on whether or not I even need a stress test, and then he looked at my EKG from January. He said "Oh, you have to have a stress test. You have an abnormal wave here." "Yeah, the T wave," I said, "it's been abnormal all my life." "Well," he said, "it's time to find out why."

So I'm not worried, since I've lived through brain surgery and any number of other things with this abnormal T wave (whatever that is), and he says I can definitely make it through a normal stress test. The idea is that when I have to stop, well then they've got the information they need. So I'm doing that on July 31 -- no emergency.

And furthermore ...

I wrote sometime back (just copied into blogger from the original dland, scroll down to the end) about how the oldies station I'd been listening to on the radio for nearly 30 years just suddenly changed its format one day without warning. And now, it seems, they are changing back. It's all over the news around here, how the station -- WCBS FM -- lost ratings and revenue by making the change to what they called the "Jack" format, and on Thursday at 1.01 pm -- the station is at 101.1 FM -- they're going back to Oldies. YAY! Not all the old deejays are coming back, but some are. And I don't expect to hear much from the fifties this time around. But I do expect the Beatles to be there. Time will tell.

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