I Ask For So Little

I made some changes to my computer dock -- where all the program icons are along the bottom of the Mac screen -- over the weekend, and you'd think I bought a new computer. I'm so tickled just to see the different icons, and to see the icons for the Mac calendar and address book applications that I started using. Really, I ask for so little.

Speaking of which, K is always asking me what I want for my birthday, Mother's Day, Christmas, etc., and I always tell her that I can't think of anything because I can't. I did tell her a couple of weeks ago that some day I would like to have a really nice sock monkey, which for some reason I don't have, and want. I seem to recall that I had a sock monkey as my cherished toy as a child, but I must have gotten sick or something and so my mother had to sterilize my environment and she threw it out. She did that. Anyway, it's not like I've been craving a sock monkey for the last 50 years, but I do like them, and homemade ones -- I've made them; even out of baby socks, which are adorable -- are just not sturdy.

But I did point out a back massagey thing at Brookstone on Saturday and said "This. You can get me this." And now she seems to think that I have demanded this item. I said hey, you asked. I don't care if I get gifts or not. Which is true. And we shall see.

The play was excellent last night, btw.

I am very achy today, though, partly from sitting on the straight backed chair and partly because I am an Old Woman. My hands were very, very sore today, so when I went to CVS for my bargain extravaganza -- eh, not so much -- I got a box of single-use arthritis heat wraps for hands. Well, I have very small hands. Typing with this thing on is killing me. So much for the cure. And which is why I shall post now and type no more tonight.


WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1748