Okay, So ...

so I didn't post again yesterday. I've been sleeping strangely, even for me, and I was sooo tired.

Did I mention the other day that when I saw Dr. Resnick he said to continue my current routine for another three months, and the best way to get the *ahem* stuff through airport security was by packing it in my luggage. (This is a flat box which contains a foil pouch which holds your basic week's worth of little pre-filled enema bottles on a plastic tray.) Uh ... right. I did not reveal to him, as I have to you, that I am packed packed packed, am not re-packing again, and anyway, there's no room in there for that. Or in my carry-on, for that matter. So I will be using that extra back-sack. Will they confiscate my *ahem* items? We'll see. If they do, I'll either get the prescription filled in Florida, or do without. It won't kill me. But I don't expect a problem at security, although there may be a laugh or two. And yes, my carry-on is fully packed now, too, all except my wallet and the my phone and charger.

Not much today, except a long nap, which left me feeling achy and headachy. The arthritis is very annoying, and I don't yet have a reasonable plan of attack for it. There may be none. It's at its worst when I first wake up, although it did keep me awake for a few hours last night. It's my arms that hurt, mostly my elbows, and hands. Something else to deal with.

I had found some slides in among my mother's pictures. We were never slide takers or showers, so I don't know who took these, but I want to scan them, too, and boy, that is not easy these days. I tried a whole variety of approaches last night, and finally one that worked, a little -- I used my phone as a light box and took pictures with my camera in macro mode -- and then today, a coupon came, of all things, and it turns out they do it at Costco. So I'll go there one day after my trip. Some of these are pictures from my sister's wedding. There's one of me in a rocking chair with my sister's baby twins on my lap, which is something I did nearly every day after school for their first year or two, stop there on my way home and rock them and sing to them to give my sister a break. (My father would come by and take over so I could go home and make dinner. I was just married, remember.) And I think there's a picture or two of my college boyfriend. That should be interesting, because I ripped all his pictures out of my college photo album long, long ago. Not that I don't remember what he looked like -- think Joe Dirt, but not blond, mullet not quite that long -- but I'm sure my kids will get a chuckle out of it. As will you.





watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2102
READING: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers

Fear of Almost Flying

I am not, generally speaking, afraid of flying. I don't like it, certainly, and I don't know why anybody would, but I'm not afraid of it. I take it on faith that a machine that heavy somehow stays up in the air and propels itself forward, because I see that it happens all the time, although it defies all logic, as far as I'm concerned. Flying is noisy and cramped and uncomfortable. But I'm not afraid of it.

What I'm afraid of is almost flying. I've reached the point in my preparations where I know there are vital things I've forgotten, but I don't know what they are, and that annoys me, because for some reason I feel that when I'm away from home I have to be prepared for any and every contingency. And then there's security.

Okay, I admit it: I fear airport security. Now, I've only flown once since 9/11, and that was before the big liquids ban, but I've certainly seen my daughters off on a variety of flights, and I was supposed to go to a Bar Mitzvah in Florida a little over a year ago, so I packed and prepared, although we canceled at the last minute because there was a hurricane. But here I am, ready to go, pretty much, and I feel certain that there will be a problem at security (even though I know there won't be.)

What am I afraid of? Oh, I don't know. That they'll throw out all my stuff, my medicines and makeup and electronics. That they'll pull me aside for special screening. That they won't accept my I.D. That my name will be on some list, and I'll end of sitting in a cell someplace instead of being on the plane to DisneyWorld. You know, the same kind of ordinary stuff that everyone thinks about when they fly.

Ahem.

Okay, so in the real world, today did not get off to an auspicious start. I accidentally set my alarm, and it went off on a Saturday morning. Bummer. Then K overslept; I woke her at 7.30 (she ordinarily leaves for her 8.00 class at 7.00.) So I know she was late, but she got up and out of the house in 15 minutes, so she probably got into class by 8.30 at the latest. I only hope she didn't freak out and do something stupid, like have a car accident or fall on her way into the building. But I haven't heard from her, so I guess she's okay.

Had a very terrible day at school yesterday, which perhaps I will share with you on Monday after the meeting with the principal. Yeah, that kind of day.

But I got tons of stuff done this morning, either for the trip or just in general. I have a good little list of what I need to pack last minute and what I need to get done on Tuesday before I leave the house.

I think that's all I'm capable of at the moment. I'll try to write tomorrow.

WATCHING ---- :: ENTRY #1619

Feels Like a Long Day

Life is quiet when both of the children are away. Oh, wait.

So K did indeed get into Boston by train last night around 7.30, easy peasy. She called when she arrived, and I assume that she found her friends there, but she was traveling with someone else, so no real cause for worry there.

R, poor thing. Oy. Apparently they were not having good weather in Atlanta last night, flights were canceled, flights were delayed. She should have had a 6.35 connecting flight to Las Vegas, but since her flight from Newark didn't arriv3e until 6.30, she missed it. She called through the evening with various reports, and finally said that she had a boarding pass for the 10.40 flight. Which sounds great, except that flight did not actually leave until 1.30 in the morning. Anyway, she emailed at 6.30 am to say she was there and with her friends, so all is well. And she called after she got up (around 12.30) and didn't even sound tired. I, on the other hand, did not sleep well. I wasn't worried about her, but I didn't sleep soundly.

Anyway, I got an amusing phone call a few hours ago from my eldest nephew, who lives in San Diego. We said hello, how are you, and I said "So what's up?" and he said he was just hanging around at a friend's house in ... Las Vegas. I said, "Hey, R's in Las Vegas!" and he said he knew because he had just talked to his mother and she told
him, and he was calling to get R's cell phone number so they could maybe see each other later. Pretty funny; I guess I'll find out at some point if they actually found each other.

The Sibs and I did do Costco this morning, but it's terribly hot here today -- 89 still at almost 8.00 pm -- and awfully humid. I hate it when I go outside and my glasses fog over. I napped this afternoon, and copied stuff off the DVR to DVDs, or else just watched stuff. One of the movies I had was The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio. I liked it a lot; see it if you get the chance.

The Hubs and I went out for dinner, a nice surprise. He said he thinks we should go out to dinner once or twice a week. I must carefully scour the basement tomorrow for the pod this alien impostor came in. I'll bet it's a big one.

WATCHING RAYMOND :: ENTRY #1566