So I'm Thinking ...

I am so tired and I have so much to do after school today, I'd better write this now -- about 1.45 -- and post it later. And maybe have something actually interesting to say then, although I doubt it.

We journeyed south yesterday, down the Garden State Parkway to where all the old people live, for the FIL's 80th birthday. We brought his sister and her husband, who live in Bizarro Town, with us. It was really a very nice day. The niece and nephew on that side are really turning into lovely people as they hit adulthood, although their father was at his goofiest best yesterday. (He's suspicious of everyone -- not family, just anyone else who might be trying to cheat him -- and was telling some crazy tales yesterday. Among other things, his town started picking up the trash earlier, before he put his barrels out, and this infuriated him so much that he boxed up two weeks of trash and mailed it to the town hall. Oh yes. And then they moved the pick-up back to the old time, which I'm sure was a coincidence, but he thinks he won.)

For my newest trick, I'm having a lot of discomfort in my arms and hands, especially my right arm. It's hard to write by hand. Part of this all is the tennis elbow coming back, so I made an appointment to see the physician's assistant at the orthopedist's office next week. We'll see what all this is. (I know, I know; as I said to my sister, How long you been using those arms? But it's worth looking into, there may be an exercise or something I can do.)

I never had time to shop for food over the weekend and I got nothing, so I have to go this afternoon, even though my usual shopping partner, K, will be in class. I'd also like to return something to Target, if I can, not to mention get to CVS for the great toilet paper/paper towel/liquid Tide sale, but I may have to put that one off until tomorrow. Tomorrow night I'm coming back to school to see the drama club's play, which was written by the club's advisor. I've actually seen this before, but he's staging it completely differently this time, so I'm curious to see how that is.

I got an email today, out of the blue, from the person I have called here the HMM [the Horrible Mean Man], who was the head librarian here before he retired and I got his job and the SCM was hired for mine. He is not so actually horrible when I don't have to work with him, and he did retire 18 years ago, so I guess I ought to let that all go. Anyway, he and his wife will be in the area next week and they want to come by and see the new library. Now, here's the irony. When he retired, I used to say that my goal was that one day when he came back to visit, the library would be so changed that he wouldn't even recognize it anymore. So hey, be careful what you wish for, eh? Laughs on me, ho ho ho. Anyway, he'll be by a week from Thursday.

This Thursday, of course, is my long awaited needle biopsy, thought with any luck, the ultrasound that comes first won't show them anything worth sticking a needle into. (I'm not keeping my hopes up.) Again, not that I'm at all freaked out over this because I know it's nothing, but really, getting a big needle stuck into your boobie? That just falls into the category of Nobody Likes It. But you gotta do what you gotta do. In other words -- you knew this was coming -- que sera, sera.

(Oh, bluesleepy mentioned in a comment last week about que sera, sera and my saying that not everyone gets it; she said "What's not to get?" You have to forgive me. I spend lots of time with people aged 14 to 18, and there is just a whole lot of common knowledge that they don't have yet. I've had to explain it to every kid so far who's noticed it. They never heard that before.)

Okay, I'm going to stop typing now because apparently that hurts my hands, too. I'm going to have to get one of those Stephen Hawking things that you blow into the end of the tube and it communicates for you. Or something.

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Back from my many missions, and now I'm not just tired, I'm hot and I have a headache. (I am what they called in the old country a kvetch.) No idea what I'm having for dinner, but at the moment, I'm thinking ice cream. Or maybe just tylenol.

WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1746