Not enough info for a post – just a few jottings…
I’m Just a Gal Who Must Say NO!! This coming Saturday is the date of my high school reunion. If you remember, one of the gals offered her house at the shore. Many people buy half and even thirds of a house, make them into duplexes, and still have the pleasure of the shore. Such is the case with my girlfriend’s house – it’s the second story, with steps leading to their porch and entryway. There’s no way I can climb them, and I’d be exhausted even trying. So, as in many instances, I had to decline. I waited until yesterday to send my regrets because otherwise, my friends would have either changed the venue or tried to get me up the stairs. I’ll miss seeing everyone, but I think this is better.
Now It’s MY Turn: During the time I was waiting for a diagnosis, I visited a doctor in Philadelphia at Jefferson Hospital. He did my first spinal tap, but he wasn’t able to give me a diagnosis. I remember my first visit there. The waiting room was huge and filled with patients. I did my usual people watching while I waited, and I was appalled at some of their conditions. This was an MS office, and I didn’t think I had that. One woman came in using a walker and looking exhausted. Her clothes were somewhat askew, and her hair was a bit mussed. Snobby I wondered why anyone would go out looking that. Several people were in wheelchairs, and many had a despondent attitude. I was so glad that I didn’t have what they had. Now, I’m one of them. If I didn’t have my patient husband helping me, I would be disheveled and despondent, too.
Furniture Toss: When my boys are here tomorrow, we’ll be getting rid of some of the excess. I have a desk in the corner of my upstairs hall. It’s just decoration because we never use it. It has no antique value, even though it is one. We painted it to coordinate with the blue carpet, and that removes its value. I have another antique desk in one of the bedrooms, and it, too, was painted. So, they’re both being thrown out. Even though this is just a drop in the bucket, I feel as if we’re moving forward.
Giving Up: When we move, I’ll have to give up some services. Our doctors will need replacing because they’ll be too far away. The same is true for our dentist. My husband will have to leave his little part time job, which he loves. We’ll have to notify everyone of our change of address. My hairdresser thought I’d be leaving her, too, but I’m trying to work out a way to come back every month, just for my hair. Am I nuts, or what?
Tropical Dinner: I’m working out a menu that includes dishes from the tropics for tomorrow night. I’m also making some of the soft shell crabs that my sister sent me for my birthday. I’m planning to make them tempura style. Maybe we’ll have rice and tropical fruit, too. I’ll research desserts. When we move, I’ll miss these dinners.
That’s all I have.