Randomly Catching Up

I am getting the "new" car tomorrow, so it appears. (I like to hedge my bets until things are definite.) Here's the picture from the website ad:



Let me see if I can fit in some of the stuff from the other day, not that any of it is important. Oh, tomorrow is the last day of my vacation, btw. Woop de doo. Monday doesn't count, since everyone has Labor Day off.

I finished listening to the Harry audiobook last night. I like Jim Dale's reading very much. And the book, of course.

Oh, the medical report. It seems that I have avoided the need for surgery, but no final decision yet. I am to continue the current treatment and see him again in a month, and he thinks at that point I'll be fine. So that's good. Not surgery that I was looking forward to.

I have an evil headache, and have had every afternoon this week. I'm just saying.

I'm sure I've mentioned before that I run into former students wherever I go. Once I went for a massage, and was lying undressed under the sheet, and the masseuse came in and said "Oh, do you work at XX High School?" Uh, yeah. The assistant at the doctor's office -- that would be the colo-rectal surgeon's office -- asked the same thing. I've said that the day I go to a new gynecologist and the conversation begins with "Didn't you used to work at ... ?" I'm moving to Alaska.

However, this was odd. I got a new exercise video (pause, insert your laughter here) called (keep laughing) Maui Pilates, which as it turns out is actually do-able by a potato like me, but as it started up and the young woman launched into her introduction and gave her name, I thought "Damn! She graduated about 10 years ago!" Anyway, it's not like I have to see her face to face, but it was weird. And she lives in Maui now, apparently. Good deal for her.

Both of my travelers are home, K with a bit of snotty attitude during the final phone call when I was trying to find out when her train was coming in so I could drop everything and pick her up (now who's got the attitude?) on Tuesday, and R when we picked her up at the airport last night. Wonderful trips for both. So that's nice.

What else can I tell you? It looks like I'm moving on to Husband #3, which would be the same human, according to the DNA, that I married 30 years ago, but he's having his second mid-life crisis, for lack of a better word, so he's morphing into someone new, as he did about 20 years ago. Not a mid-life crisis, really, since the numbers don't fit. This time, he seems to be shifting into someone interested in pursuing actual human relationships, which is nice, of course, but which is going to take a lot of adjusting on my part, since by now, I'm used to the work-obsessed, oddly-focused maniac I've had for the last 20 years. This is better, certainly, but you know, just because he's changing by the day, it doesn't mean that I automatically have the psychic connection to what's going on. If he's going to tell me that he's interested in different things -- the new one, if I understand him correctly, is cuddling -- he's really going to have to let me work on it. Not that these are bad changes, but you know, I have to change, too, and it doesn't happen in a minute.

Now that sounds ungrateful. Bottom line: men are just not like normal people. Male or female among you, you can take that however you want to. It's been proven in my experience, that's all I'm saying.

Okay, car tomorrow. Maybe.

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