Shaking My Cobwebs Loose

There were other things that I wanted to write yesterday, but I got all discombobulated, so let's see how well I do today. I think I'm better today; at least, the headache is gone, or very mild.

Okay, first thing I wanted to tell you about is that I signed up at this site, armyofwomen.org, and you should, too. (I'm going to put a logo and a link in my template over the weekend.) Here's the idea: this doctor points out that there are diseases that have been either cured or eliminated in our lifetimes (like polio, mostly, or some forms of cancer that are completely treatable) and she believes that if we take an all-out approach, we can beat breast cancer, too. So she wants women everywhere to sign up for it, and then there will be an army of women volunteers willing to take part in various clinical trials and research by donating blood or urine or sometimes more, but anyone can choose not to participate in any study they're contacted for. My sister and I, as daughters of a mother who died of breast cancer, have both signed up. We've been told that what she had was not genetically linked, but who knows which research study will find the answer based on what criteria? So there you go.

I still have not booked our trip next month, but I will tomorrow. (Ooh, I'm sounding more and more like Scarlet O'Hara with every paragraph.) I think I know which hotels to go with, at least; but I never got the chance to call today, so I'll give it a shot --- you know when.

The SCM was out today, so at least I didn't have his face there making me mad at him, but the sub who was in for him was a little odd, and kind of hovering all over. I'd never met him before, but apparently he was in for me most of the time I was out last January, so at least he knew what to do.

Oh, I talked to the Sibs about Aunt Sarah's possible lobotomy, and she thinks she didn't have one. Her logic is, if Shirl told us about Aunt Sarah's getting electro-shock therapy, she would have told us about a lobotomy, if there had been one. And she would have known, because certainly my grandparents would have known, and Sarah's daughter Edie was an only child and my mother was like a sister to her. (Edie's son tells me that "Shirl" is the only name Edie still recognizes.) Anyway, so I guess she didn't have one. The image I keep seeing in my mind is how my grandmother was with Sarah, who was her sister-in-law, but they were actually best friends who married a pair of brothers, so they were friends first. If there was a picture being taken, Grandma Ida would get Aunt Sarah from the chair where she was sitting and staring into space, and take her arm and remind her to smile. If someone called out "Dinnertime!" Ida would wipe her hands off, take off her apron, and go into the living room and gently lead Sarah to the table. She talked to her, I think, as if nothing had changed between them since they were 18. Once again, interesting how we learn to be people by watching the people around us, eh?

My house is still clean. One day and counting.

WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS :: ENTRY #1878
READING: Lies My Teacher Told Me by James W. Loewen