I Forgot My Snappy Title!

I am definitely having short term memory issues. I can tell you about a nightmare I had when I was three, but what I was thinking about two minutes ago? No clue. The worst part is that I can't remember how long this has been going on, so I don't know if it might be a side effect of some med I'm taking, or not. Maybe that's why I'm having so much trouble writing lately: I have great ideas all day long, I just don't remember them five minutes after I have them.

R texted me about an hour ago to say that they were going out for dinner and she would probably call later. This caused me to have one of those misty moments, thinking "She is such a good kid!" And then I had the bizarre follow up thought: I have great kids! Wanna know why?

Hah! No one knows why! It's a trick question. As every actual parent knows, raising kids is totally a crapshoot! (And of course, I do like my kids and love them and all, but they're not out of the ordinary in any way, it was just an odd emotional moment, like crying at a Kodak commercial. Remember those?) R just calls me because, hey, it's one of the things she does, like she was a good sleeper when she was a baby. She was a horrid eater, by which I mean she ate all kinds of stuff, but she ate spaghetti without implements. Also soup.

The other one (who has a third first interview somewhere next week) has gone to a concert tonight with a friend. His sister was supposed to go with him, but he called K on Wednesday and asked if she wanted to go instead since his sister had just called to tell him that her water broke. (He became a proud uncle some hours later.) They have gone to see, essentially, Spinal Tap, whose members are on tour sans costumes. The amazing thing is that they went to this concert in Connecticut, probably a good three hours or more from here. I'm betting that new momma is damn disappointed that she missed this; if she planned to go so far in her ninth month, she must have really really wanted to see them. But happy with the baby, of course; I'm just wondering what would prompt a woman to plan a three hour trip to see Spinal Tap in her ninth month. Y'know?

My voice is still husky, but I'm feeling much better, both the cough and the knee. I'm going to try to wean myself off the can over the long weekend, and see how that goes, since I have no desire to become one with the cane forever. I did some reading today about what a deep bone bruise is, mostly because several people, when I told them why I was using the cane, winced and said "Oooooh" with great sympathy, leading me to believe that this isn't just doctor-speak for "it's nothing." Especially because I only got that reaction from athletes and coaches, so I figure they know something. What I found out is that the only thing that heals a deep bone bruise is time. Swell. But it doesn't hurt anymore, so I'll see what the weekend leads to. I can always pick it up again when I go back to school on Tuesday.

Still no hearing aids. I'm starting to think the manufacturer should pay me for wearing them instead of the other way around.




watching TWO AND A HALF MEN :: ENTRY #2051
READING: American Lion: Andrew Jackson by Jon Meacham