Keeping Up

I've gotten in a lot of good keeping up with folk time in the last 24 hours. And everything is kind of running into everything else, not in a bad way.

In therapy the other day, we devised a plan to forestall some of the tension that might be involved in the start of the new school year for me. One part was that I would call the principal and go in and discuss a few issues with him. The other is that I would follow up on the Martian's email that said we would talk things over when things settle down by asking her if she wanted to go have lunch and see if we could totally put that behind us.

I had to put this off for a day or two because I was waiting for a call from the orthopedist's office, which was scheduling an MRI of my shoulder. Yes, another MRI, to see if I have a bone spur, which means a bit of surgery could be in order. (Note: I am not having this surgery. Not. Having. But if I do have a bone spur and in a year or two I can't live with it, then I'll know and maybe I'll do it. Maybe when I retire. I am not wasting sick days on shoulder surgery when I might need them for Crohn's, especially when the pain is like 2 on a scale of 10.)

Ahem. Anyway, the MRI is Monday morning, and before I could call the high school, the principal's secretary called me to make an appointment because he wants to discuss a few library issues, so, TA DA! And when I'm there, I can talk to the Martian and make my lunch proposal. I'm going in Tuesday morning right after therapy, so I will be strong.

In the meantime, I needed to call the Colleague, to whom I have not spoken in several weeks, because, you know, she works right there too, and anyway, I wanted to know what was going on in her life. A nice, almost hour-long talk with her last night, and then an unusual talk later with my sister. (I'm coming back to that.)

I also hadn't heard from the Chum in several days, which was odd, because I had sent her this long email describing my summer's travails and all I had gotten was a quick note saying she would write more when she could. But she called this morning and said they've been having power and Internet problems, so she called, and I had another nice long talk.

If I catch up with OldFriend tonight or tomorrow, I'll be all set, telephone- and catching up-wise. I don't talk to anyone else, really.

Ah, the Sibs. I'm not really sure how to tell this story; I don't think I've mentioned it yet. Let me see.

There's a commercial that runs on TV here, like a public service announcement, about New Jersey Public Schools and how wonderful they are. Appearing in the commercial is a young doctor who is a graduate of a New Jersey urban school system. He's doing very well in life, so they decided to make another commercial with him, or maybe a series of commercials. His parents will be in one, anyway. So they asked him who the inspirational teacher in his life was, because they wanted to make a commercial with him and that teacher.

Turns out it was his tenth grade English teacher. My sister.

So she filmed her commercial yesterday and told me about it when she got home, which wasn't until maybe 8:30. I am so incredibly proud of her. I can't wait to see her on TV!

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SUMMER BOOK #3: The Yiddish Policemen's Union by Michael Chabon