Visiting the Past

First on the agenda today was waiting for that phone call from my mother's best friend, which came a little before 10:30. I met her and her daughter at my parents' cemetery. We spent about 45 minutes together, some of that at the grave, some just standing in the parking lot.

It really was wonderful for me to see them, although it would have been a completely different experience for my sister. Doris is still totally hyper, remarkable for her age, which is 80 in October. She looks fabulous. (I took some pictures with her camera, which I may post once she sends them to me.) She drove here from Long Island. I did totally get the impression, though, that her daughter limits the amount of time she spends with her mother and has spent way too much with her recently. Doris is very hard to take in anything but small doses. But this was a small dose for me today, and it was great. We remembered, we talked about my parents, all kinds of things.

My appointment with the cardiologist was at 12:30, but I didn't actually see the doctor until about 2:15. Now, this is total proof that either the anti-depressants are helping me or that I have evolved, because this is the kind of thing that always pushes me over the edge. This time, not only was I accepting of it -- I didn't want to reschedule and have to go back -- but my blood pressure was even on the low side when someone finally came in and took it. When the doctor came in, he asked why I was there, and I said Uh ... your office called and said I needed an annual follow up? I certainly am having no cardiac complaints. Anyway, he took an EKG and gave me a copy, and said I should carry it with me in case I ever need to show that the abnormality in it is an old one -- okay -- and he also said that unless I want to lose weight to feel better, which I told him I did, there's no cardiac need for me to lose weight. I love when doctors tell me that! But less weight would be easier on my feet and back, not that I know if I can even lose anything.

About a half hour ago, K's college roommate dropped in, on her way driving from Maine to San Francisco. Originally, K was going to go with her from this point onto Ohio, where their third former roommate is, but the little dear is somewhat disorganized, and showed up today, and K's final in her summer course is tomorrow. Whatever, they'll see what they can work out. So the kid may be gone for the rest of the week, and R is going to Mexico tomorrow for ten days, I think. Why do they always end up doing these things at the same time?

And I have court tomorrow afternoon for my speeding ticket. I'll let you know how that goes, too.


WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS :: ENTRY #1823
SUMMER BOOK #3: As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner