I was up at 4:30am with insomnia today. I figured I could catch a nap later. Since I was up anyway I finally, finally went ahead and filed my taxes. I marvel at the world we live in now - that I can do this myself in the wee hours of the morning is amazing to me. I'm glad it's done. I didn't get as much of a refund as I had hoped, but I got one, and that's the important thing.
I was lazy today. I meant to go to the flea market, but got sucked into the internet vortex and ended up not going. I ate some breakfast and took a brief nap. When I woke up I realized I would have to get going if I was going to get ready, get to Rhonda's, and get us to the barber shop on time.
Today was my first post-treatment haircut, and I was very excited about it. My hair has grown in funny and tuft-y. I wondered if Russ could even do anything with it. But there were the usual preliminaries to go through. There were several people ahead of me, etc etc. I spent some of the wait time shampooing Rhonda.
He did a really cute cut on her, and then it was my turn in the chair. He kept turning me, but slowly I saw a cut emerge. I walked in looking like a refugee, and walked out looking like a person again. Russ is a freakin' GENIUS!
But we were in the shop for two and a half hours. By the time we got out, it was time to go meet Miss Kat and Dana for dinner. When we were almost there, Russ casually announced that it was Dana's birthday dinner. I was like 'What??!" When I checked my phone I had a text to that effect, but had missed it since we were in the barber shop, which is very noisy. We stopped at Barnes and Noble for emergency cards and I picked up a small gift.
Dinner tonight was at Longhorn - not a place that looms large in my dining repertoire, being a steakhouse. But I have to say our food was pretty good. My salmon was perfectly cooked, the appetizers were very good, and the drinks were scrumptious.
After we ate until we basically couldn't move, we adjourned to the house for a visit, but I didn't stay really late. I was too full to want to party much, and I have lunch tomorrow for Palm Sunday. So I toddled off home.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
A post in which I just go home
I didn't have anything to do tonight or anywhere to be, which was fine actually. I'm gone for a long weekend next weekend, and I know I'll spend a bunch of money, so it was just as well.
I went by the grocery store on the way home and picked up a few things.
Then I went home and chilled in front of the telly with the cats for a while.
I went by the grocery store on the way home and picked up a few things.
Then I went home and chilled in front of the telly with the cats for a while.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
A post in which I eat green beans
I finished the remainder of my Ponzu beans at lunch today.
Today was a bit busier. I had emails from Rhonda today about Frolicon. She's excited about going, and we started talking about details for the trip. I had forgotten that the venue is relatively isolated. Apparently folks pack in food because there is only one restaurant close by. It's starting to sound more like camping than a hotel stay, but I'm waiting on expert advice from Russ and Billy.
Emails from the Kindred also heated up a bit. There have been a couple of action items kind of hanging out there for a while waiting for response, and they came back up today. So I had some of that to respond on, which led to a very funny call with Miss Kat this afternoon on my way out from work.
I had sent Rhonda the results of my bean experimentation, which made her crave Chinese buffet green beans, so we decided to go get some. When I got to the house Tony was there too, and he went with us. Always good to see Tony.
The problem was finding a Chinese buffet. During the last six months or so I haven't been eating much buffet because I couldn't eat that much. Apparently I was single-mouthedly keeping them in business, because we had a hard time finding one tonight. The first one we went to was closed, and the second one was closed and gone - the building had been bull-dozed, and it was a vacant lot. We finally ended up at one that was so-so. Ni Hao used to be excellent when they were in their former location, but since they moved I have been less impressed with them. When we got there tonight there was almost no one there despite the huge building they took over and renovated.
By that time though, we were starving. I have to say, given the sparsity of business, the food wasn't as bad as I had feared. I had no problem eating about 15lbs or so of it. The green beans we wanted were there, and palatable. About the time Rhonda remarked that she "really didn't mind having the whole place to ourselves" an apparent marching band or something unloaded and several hundred teen-agers flooded in. We had already mostly finished eating though, and they were in their own room, so it wasn't a big problem. By that point I had slowed down eating enough to make Tony laugh so hard he almost threw up. Plus I had yoinked the last of the peel-and-eat cold-boiled shrimp off the bar, so they could do what they wanted as far as I was concerned.
Having eaten our fill, we headed back to Rhonda's place. After a brief visit and cuddle with her adoring dog (Keebah, Keba, Keeber, Kieba, however the hell you spell that lesbian dog name), I headed home to turn in. Tomorrow is Friday!! And next week is a short week!! And then we leave for four days of frolic at Frolicon!! Woo-hoo!! What a happy boy I am.
Today was a bit busier. I had emails from Rhonda today about Frolicon. She's excited about going, and we started talking about details for the trip. I had forgotten that the venue is relatively isolated. Apparently folks pack in food because there is only one restaurant close by. It's starting to sound more like camping than a hotel stay, but I'm waiting on expert advice from Russ and Billy.
Emails from the Kindred also heated up a bit. There have been a couple of action items kind of hanging out there for a while waiting for response, and they came back up today. So I had some of that to respond on, which led to a very funny call with Miss Kat this afternoon on my way out from work.
I had sent Rhonda the results of my bean experimentation, which made her crave Chinese buffet green beans, so we decided to go get some. When I got to the house Tony was there too, and he went with us. Always good to see Tony.
The problem was finding a Chinese buffet. During the last six months or so I haven't been eating much buffet because I couldn't eat that much. Apparently I was single-mouthedly keeping them in business, because we had a hard time finding one tonight. The first one we went to was closed, and the second one was closed and gone - the building had been bull-dozed, and it was a vacant lot. We finally ended up at one that was so-so. Ni Hao used to be excellent when they were in their former location, but since they moved I have been less impressed with them. When we got there tonight there was almost no one there despite the huge building they took over and renovated.
By that time though, we were starving. I have to say, given the sparsity of business, the food wasn't as bad as I had feared. I had no problem eating about 15lbs or so of it. The green beans we wanted were there, and palatable. About the time Rhonda remarked that she "really didn't mind having the whole place to ourselves" an apparent marching band or something unloaded and several hundred teen-agers flooded in. We had already mostly finished eating though, and they were in their own room, so it wasn't a big problem. By that point I had slowed down eating enough to make Tony laugh so hard he almost threw up. Plus I had yoinked the last of the peel-and-eat cold-boiled shrimp off the bar, so they could do what they wanted as far as I was concerned.
Having eaten our fill, we headed back to Rhonda's place. After a brief visit and cuddle with her adoring dog (Keebah, Keba, Keeber, Kieba, however the hell you spell that lesbian dog name), I headed home to turn in. Tomorrow is Friday!! And next week is a short week!! And then we leave for four days of frolic at Frolicon!! Woo-hoo!! What a happy boy I am.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
A post in which I make green beans
I got a lunch hour today! Yay! That was a good thing. I also had delicious leftover Shrimp Newberg from supper last night. Yummy. Alan was out of the office too, and that always makes things a bit more quite for yours truly. I had a quiet morning, but a brisk afternoon. Still, I was able to put out all the flaming ducks before I left.
I went home tonight. I'm not spending as many evenings at home as I used to, partially by design, but mostly by happenstance at this point. I'm torn. On the one hand things feel kind of hectic and it isn't really fair to the kitties to be gone so much, but on the other hand I feel like I was tied down for so long that I really kind of want to be out there doing stuff.
Jerimiah had sent me a text that he was coming to see me, but as is not uncommon for him he did not show up. And really that was fine.
What I needed to do tonight was file my income taxes (!!), but when I got home I decided to eat first. When I opened the fridge there were the snap beans I bought last weekend. They needed to be cooked. The idea was that I would try out a culinary hunch. I really like the green beans you get at the Chinese buffets around here. They are sauteed with oil, fresh garlic, and some kind of sauce. Now originally I thought it was soy sauce, but the ones I tried to make at home didn't turn out right. Last week I started wondering if they used Ponzu sauce instead. Tonight I tried it out, and they were bang on it flavor-wise. Sadly the beans I bought weren't as pretty as I thought they were and the beans themselves were tough. So next I have to find out if the Ponzu will hold up to slow-cooking, which would make the beans more tender. An Asian-fusion green bean could potentially be awesome.
By the time I had washed, snapped, and cooked my beans, then eaten and cleaned up the kitchen, I was feeling too wiped to do my taxes. Not that I had been particularly excited about doing them to start with. So I gave myself the night off, turned on the telly, fired up the laptop, and chatted for an hour or so before I got ready for bed.
It was a quiet evening, but a normal one (well as normal as I get anyway). I used to feel lonely when I spent evenings at the house by myself, but I guess partially due to the novelty of feeling good consistently, I don't really feel that way very often now. Chatting with the guys online is nice - it feels less like an unsuccessful husband-hunt and more like talking to friends now.
I went home tonight. I'm not spending as many evenings at home as I used to, partially by design, but mostly by happenstance at this point. I'm torn. On the one hand things feel kind of hectic and it isn't really fair to the kitties to be gone so much, but on the other hand I feel like I was tied down for so long that I really kind of want to be out there doing stuff.
Jerimiah had sent me a text that he was coming to see me, but as is not uncommon for him he did not show up. And really that was fine.
What I needed to do tonight was file my income taxes (!!), but when I got home I decided to eat first. When I opened the fridge there were the snap beans I bought last weekend. They needed to be cooked. The idea was that I would try out a culinary hunch. I really like the green beans you get at the Chinese buffets around here. They are sauteed with oil, fresh garlic, and some kind of sauce. Now originally I thought it was soy sauce, but the ones I tried to make at home didn't turn out right. Last week I started wondering if they used Ponzu sauce instead. Tonight I tried it out, and they were bang on it flavor-wise. Sadly the beans I bought weren't as pretty as I thought they were and the beans themselves were tough. So next I have to find out if the Ponzu will hold up to slow-cooking, which would make the beans more tender. An Asian-fusion green bean could potentially be awesome.
By the time I had washed, snapped, and cooked my beans, then eaten and cleaned up the kitchen, I was feeling too wiped to do my taxes. Not that I had been particularly excited about doing them to start with. So I gave myself the night off, turned on the telly, fired up the laptop, and chatted for an hour or so before I got ready for bed.
It was a quiet evening, but a normal one (well as normal as I get anyway). I used to feel lonely when I spent evenings at the house by myself, but I guess partially due to the novelty of feeling good consistently, I don't really feel that way very often now. Chatting with the guys online is nice - it feels less like an unsuccessful husband-hunt and more like talking to friends now.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
A post in which it the end of the Frankenboob
Today I got my stitches out. I had taken staples out in nursing school so I knew pretty much what to expect. The wise old nurse, who I am sure had done this hundreds of times before, deftly whipped them out, placing the removed stitches on one had while cutting with the other. I stayed to see the doc, but he came in the room and said "You're done. I didn't realize you were waiting on me. You've been lying around here for nothing." That was good to hear. From any doctor! So I put on my shirt and left. It was a gorgeous cool spring day. As I walked out through the parking lot and made my way back to work, I reflected that I was one step closer to freedom. I'm seeing the oncologist again on Monday for them to check my blood thinner levels, but I'm supposed to be off of them by the end of April. Then after the follow-up PET scan I'll be done.
I had a very busy day at work. I suddenly realized yesterday that the month ends this week and that I needed to finish up my write-offs, so I did them all today, along with the monthly adjustments. Moving the twit meeting to last week threw my internal month calendar off. The doctor visit (again) today meant that I had no lunch hour. That makes the afternoons veeeeery long. But I was so busy today that it went relatively quickly.
I had dinner tonight with the folks. Eve made a quick shrimp newberg that was actually very tasty, and I got the leftovers to take for lunch tomorrow - yum! It will make a welcome break from tomato sandwiches and peanut butter crackers, which I've been eating for lunch all week because I was too lazy to cook last weekend.
I found out tonight that Dad has been scheduled for a hip replacement on May 8. He is grousing about it, of course, because he has to long to worry about it beforehand, but he's been hurting so badly that I think he's ready to do it. They'll have to do both, but since full recovery takes about six months I guess they'll wait a while for the second one. Apparently most of the bone is gone in the joint they're going to do first, but this should dramatically improve his mobility.
As we were waiting for Dad to arrive to eat, I had a phone call from Lisa. "Did you get it?" she asked. Apparently she had received the anticipated Farmer's Almanac-style invitation to Angela's wedding. I had received mine yesterday, but just kind of tossed the envelope on the kitchen counter. I knew what it was, and I had a busy evening ahead. "Call me when you open it..." she remarked, cryptically. Of course when I relayed this conversation to Eve she was about to expire of curiosity. I have to admit, mine is piqued as well.
But by the time I got home it was too late and I was too tired. I washed dishes and went to bed. It'll wait until the morning.
I had a very busy day at work. I suddenly realized yesterday that the month ends this week and that I needed to finish up my write-offs, so I did them all today, along with the monthly adjustments. Moving the twit meeting to last week threw my internal month calendar off. The doctor visit (again) today meant that I had no lunch hour. That makes the afternoons veeeeery long. But I was so busy today that it went relatively quickly.
I had dinner tonight with the folks. Eve made a quick shrimp newberg that was actually very tasty, and I got the leftovers to take for lunch tomorrow - yum! It will make a welcome break from tomato sandwiches and peanut butter crackers, which I've been eating for lunch all week because I was too lazy to cook last weekend.
I found out tonight that Dad has been scheduled for a hip replacement on May 8. He is grousing about it, of course, because he has to long to worry about it beforehand, but he's been hurting so badly that I think he's ready to do it. They'll have to do both, but since full recovery takes about six months I guess they'll wait a while for the second one. Apparently most of the bone is gone in the joint they're going to do first, but this should dramatically improve his mobility.
As we were waiting for Dad to arrive to eat, I had a phone call from Lisa. "Did you get it?" she asked. Apparently she had received the anticipated Farmer's Almanac-style invitation to Angela's wedding. I had received mine yesterday, but just kind of tossed the envelope on the kitchen counter. I knew what it was, and I had a busy evening ahead. "Call me when you open it..." she remarked, cryptically. Of course when I relayed this conversation to Eve she was about to expire of curiosity. I have to admit, mine is piqued as well.
But by the time I got home it was too late and I was too tired. I washed dishes and went to bed. It'll wait until the morning.
Monday, March 26, 2012
A post in which I have an assignation*
Well Tim showed up. Not that I was sure I wanted him to before he got there.
I went to the doctor this morning, and my blood (unsurprisingly after the orgy of greens this weekend) was too thick. So Nurse Funk told me to take one more shot of Lovenox (which I had fortuitously stowed in my briefcase, just in case) and then start alternating my dose of Coumadin tomorrow. I was pleased to see that the flowers I took her last week were still fresh and pretty. I took Cassie a "Little Jewel" clear depression bowl, because I had noticed during my last visit that she was using this awful plastique bowl made to look like cut glass - ugh. She told me she appreciated it, and faithfully told me she would take the reject one to the Goodwill. I couldn't have my chemo nurse using a plastic candy bowl any more than I could have Rhonda eating off of horse butt plates. I'm just sayin'.
By the end of the day I was having one of those sleepy phases and really just wanted to go home and go to bed. But I had a couple of texts from Tim today, and after wondering about him for a year I did want to meet him.
Towards the end of the day I was plagued with doubts. I had sent one guy this weekend a snapshot that I made with the webcam and he had run screaming for the hills. I don't look bad or sick, but just not quite like myself yet. My eyebrows are growing in kind of brambly, and my hair has a strange 'tufty' look that Russ is going to smooth out for me this weekend. My beard is unfashionably full since it came in faster than my hair, and I'm afraid to trim it much because Russ says I always gap it. Plus I still have stitches in my chest, and they're black, which looks rather alarming against my moonlight and magnolias complexion. In short, I have the frankenboob. I was wondering if a date at this stage was really the best idea. So I went home and trimmed the wildest of my eyebrows. I fluffed the house a bit and took a shower. I put some band-aids over the stitches. I didn't eat supper because I didn't get an answer on whether or not he was planning for us to go to dinner. All in all, I didn't think I looked too bad, but was still a bit nervous.
He was really nice, and cute as a bug. Not too cute either. You know that kind of beautiful where you have to worry about everyone trying to steal them and stuff like that. He was sweet, and accommodating, and very sexy. He seemed to like the way I looked too. We had a long talk and snuggled in the half dark - it was really romantic and I very much enjoyed spending the time with him. A lot of time the closeness is what I miss. Unfortunately his ex apparently put him through the wringer, and even after two years he doesn't want to be in a relationship. So we compromised that we would go out again, and I would just be conspicuously charming and try to win him over.
He left about 9:30 and I still hadn't eaten any dinner. So I warmed a can of soup, put a load of sheets in the dryer, and went on to bed. It was a really nice evening, but I am pooped.
I went to the doctor this morning, and my blood (unsurprisingly after the orgy of greens this weekend) was too thick. So Nurse Funk told me to take one more shot of Lovenox (which I had fortuitously stowed in my briefcase, just in case) and then start alternating my dose of Coumadin tomorrow. I was pleased to see that the flowers I took her last week were still fresh and pretty. I took Cassie a "Little Jewel" clear depression bowl, because I had noticed during my last visit that she was using this awful plastique bowl made to look like cut glass - ugh. She told me she appreciated it, and faithfully told me she would take the reject one to the Goodwill. I couldn't have my chemo nurse using a plastic candy bowl any more than I could have Rhonda eating off of horse butt plates. I'm just sayin'.
By the end of the day I was having one of those sleepy phases and really just wanted to go home and go to bed. But I had a couple of texts from Tim today, and after wondering about him for a year I did want to meet him.
Towards the end of the day I was plagued with doubts. I had sent one guy this weekend a snapshot that I made with the webcam and he had run screaming for the hills. I don't look bad or sick, but just not quite like myself yet. My eyebrows are growing in kind of brambly, and my hair has a strange 'tufty' look that Russ is going to smooth out for me this weekend. My beard is unfashionably full since it came in faster than my hair, and I'm afraid to trim it much because Russ says I always gap it. Plus I still have stitches in my chest, and they're black, which looks rather alarming against my moonlight and magnolias complexion. In short, I have the frankenboob. I was wondering if a date at this stage was really the best idea. So I went home and trimmed the wildest of my eyebrows. I fluffed the house a bit and took a shower. I put some band-aids over the stitches. I didn't eat supper because I didn't get an answer on whether or not he was planning for us to go to dinner. All in all, I didn't think I looked too bad, but was still a bit nervous.
He was really nice, and cute as a bug. Not too cute either. You know that kind of beautiful where you have to worry about everyone trying to steal them and stuff like that. He was sweet, and accommodating, and very sexy. He seemed to like the way I looked too. We had a long talk and snuggled in the half dark - it was really romantic and I very much enjoyed spending the time with him. A lot of time the closeness is what I miss. Unfortunately his ex apparently put him through the wringer, and even after two years he doesn't want to be in a relationship. So we compromised that we would go out again, and I would just be conspicuously charming and try to win him over.
He left about 9:30 and I still hadn't eaten any dinner. So I warmed a can of soup, put a load of sheets in the dryer, and went on to bed. It was a really nice evening, but I am pooped.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
A post in which I am naughty
We had set up to go out for brunch today before Rob and Jo Ann left town. I got up and started getting ready because I knew I needed to be able to go when I was called. Sure enough, I got the message that we would meet at 11:30. I put the word out and arranged to pick up Rhonda.
Although it was a little colder than it has been (we've had very unseasonably warm weather of late) it was still a beautiful day. Rhonda and I had a little chance to talk on the way.
We were at the restaurant early, and they were able to seat us much more quickly than usual, so we were at the table waiting and drinking coffee when everyone came in. I was glad we went to Stax Omega today. I had been last week because I was craving pancakes, but noticed a woman eating a beautiful salad while we were there. They have two new meal salads on the menu that sounded delicious, and not just green liners for chicken (as is so often the case). Today was my last day on Lovenox, so I went for it. The salad was HUGE - it's one of that kind they bring you in a dishpan. But it had pineapple, mandarin oranges, blue cheese, and chunks of avocado; plus plenty of honey mustard dressing, which was what I really wanted. I made surprisingly short work of that trough of greens, and then finished up Rhonda's meal too. I have eaten way too many greens this weekend, but I see the doc tomorrow, so I guess we'll find out then.
After eating we went back to the house for a while, but when Rob and Jo Ann left I dropped Rhonda and headed on home.
I thought I would take a nap, but ended up mainly chatting online. I watched Worst Cooks in America when it came on - I've been really enjoying that this season. Part of the reason is that I like watching the 'real people' on the show, and part of it is that although I like Anne Burrell, she needs to be diluted a bit for me. I don't like Bobby Flay, but he's been nicer to the contestants than I expected. Plus he probably won't be back next season. It gives me someone to root against too, although I like some of the people on his team, and I like his finalist.
In other news, I made a possible date tonight. His name is Tim, and we've kind of sniffed around each other a year ago, but never actually met. He's a nice-looking guy, and I think he may be too good-looking for me, but I'm willing to go and find out. Plus, he may well beg off, or just not show - for some reason plans made on the internet aren't "real" plans for a lot of people. But he did text me. We'll see what happens. I am very cautiously encouraged.
Although it was a little colder than it has been (we've had very unseasonably warm weather of late) it was still a beautiful day. Rhonda and I had a little chance to talk on the way.
We were at the restaurant early, and they were able to seat us much more quickly than usual, so we were at the table waiting and drinking coffee when everyone came in. I was glad we went to Stax Omega today. I had been last week because I was craving pancakes, but noticed a woman eating a beautiful salad while we were there. They have two new meal salads on the menu that sounded delicious, and not just green liners for chicken (as is so often the case). Today was my last day on Lovenox, so I went for it. The salad was HUGE - it's one of that kind they bring you in a dishpan. But it had pineapple, mandarin oranges, blue cheese, and chunks of avocado; plus plenty of honey mustard dressing, which was what I really wanted. I made surprisingly short work of that trough of greens, and then finished up Rhonda's meal too. I have eaten way too many greens this weekend, but I see the doc tomorrow, so I guess we'll find out then.
After eating we went back to the house for a while, but when Rob and Jo Ann left I dropped Rhonda and headed on home.
I thought I would take a nap, but ended up mainly chatting online. I watched Worst Cooks in America when it came on - I've been really enjoying that this season. Part of the reason is that I like watching the 'real people' on the show, and part of it is that although I like Anne Burrell, she needs to be diluted a bit for me. I don't like Bobby Flay, but he's been nicer to the contestants than I expected. Plus he probably won't be back next season. It gives me someone to root against too, although I like some of the people on his team, and I like his finalist.
In other news, I made a possible date tonight. His name is Tim, and we've kind of sniffed around each other a year ago, but never actually met. He's a nice-looking guy, and I think he may be too good-looking for me, but I'm willing to go and find out. Plus, he may well beg off, or just not show - for some reason plans made on the internet aren't "real" plans for a lot of people. But he did text me. We'll see what happens. I am very cautiously encouraged.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
A post in which there is a bear dinner
Among other things.
I was up fairly early, but wasted the morning as I am wont to do these days, fooling around on the internet. I finally decided to move around 11am or so. I went on to the flea market for produce - it was too late for glass. I got some nice apples, some tomatoes, and some string beans.
I came home and was still sleepy (I had been up pretty early) so I took a nap for a while. When I woke up, I knew it was time to get moving. Jo Ann and Rob were in town this weekend, and I wanted to get over early to spend some time visiting before we left for the dinner. I sent a text to the boys to see where they were, and started getting ready.
As it turned out, I had plenty of time to see to a load of laundry, cat chores, etc before I left. They were at the fetish flea market this weekend. Logan told me he was pretty bored, so I didn't feel that I was missing anything. I finished making tea and futzed around the house for a bit before I left. I've also had a strange craving for Cheerwine lately, so I stopped and bought a 12-pack of it on the way over to stow in their garage. I can't find a convenience store that stocks it cold, and I don't drink that diet stuff (which is all they keep at their house). I don't trust artificial sweetners. They keep relating them to health problems, and quite frankly I have had my share of those thank you very much.
As it turns out, I needn't have hurried. When I got to the house Russ was in the back getting ready, and everyone else had plugged into their various pads and phones for the duration. It makes me NUTS. You go places to socialize and look at the back of their freakin phones all evening. So I conversed with the Pad people for a while. By the time Russ was ready to go, it was time to leave.
The bear dinner tonight was at Della Ventura, that pantheon of Italian cuisine in Greer (of all places). Their food is just amazingly delicious, and Joe, the owner, is such a sweetheart of a guy that I feel good about spending my money there. We came in and sat down as I was trying to coordinate a visit for Miss Kat and dana to come see Rob and Jo Ann. Consequently, I missed a seat at Russ and Billys' table. That was fine though - I mean the purpose of the dinners is to mingle right? I was at a table with two couples, one couple very nice and very gorgeous, but complete in their world of two; the second couple also cute and also complete. I didn't have much in common with either. Across from me was a nice guy named John, who I like, but who kicked me to the curb last year before he even went out with me (I've decided to be big about that), which made it a bit of a stretch to converse for three hours. The service is always slow for such a large group, especially when it is in addition to the usual Saturday night crowd. But things went well. I do really like John. The food was to die for as usual. I had my favorite - pink sauce and ziti with spinach. It is gorgeously delicious, but I keep telling myself that I need to try other things, because everything there is so good. I also had a side salad. I probably shouldn't have had all those greens, but the doc had told me last week that Lovenox isn't affected by vitamin K, so I figured I would be OK. We also had some of their delicious zeppole for dessert. Lovely.
After supper we went back to the house and I visited for a while. The weather was gorgeous and it was very nice being out on the porch; but it was getting late, and I was tired after all that food.
I was up fairly early, but wasted the morning as I am wont to do these days, fooling around on the internet. I finally decided to move around 11am or so. I went on to the flea market for produce - it was too late for glass. I got some nice apples, some tomatoes, and some string beans.
I came home and was still sleepy (I had been up pretty early) so I took a nap for a while. When I woke up, I knew it was time to get moving. Jo Ann and Rob were in town this weekend, and I wanted to get over early to spend some time visiting before we left for the dinner. I sent a text to the boys to see where they were, and started getting ready.
As it turned out, I had plenty of time to see to a load of laundry, cat chores, etc before I left. They were at the fetish flea market this weekend. Logan told me he was pretty bored, so I didn't feel that I was missing anything. I finished making tea and futzed around the house for a bit before I left. I've also had a strange craving for Cheerwine lately, so I stopped and bought a 12-pack of it on the way over to stow in their garage. I can't find a convenience store that stocks it cold, and I don't drink that diet stuff (which is all they keep at their house). I don't trust artificial sweetners. They keep relating them to health problems, and quite frankly I have had my share of those thank you very much.
As it turns out, I needn't have hurried. When I got to the house Russ was in the back getting ready, and everyone else had plugged into their various pads and phones for the duration. It makes me NUTS. You go places to socialize and look at the back of their freakin phones all evening. So I conversed with the Pad people for a while. By the time Russ was ready to go, it was time to leave.
The bear dinner tonight was at Della Ventura, that pantheon of Italian cuisine in Greer (of all places). Their food is just amazingly delicious, and Joe, the owner, is such a sweetheart of a guy that I feel good about spending my money there. We came in and sat down as I was trying to coordinate a visit for Miss Kat and dana to come see Rob and Jo Ann. Consequently, I missed a seat at Russ and Billys' table. That was fine though - I mean the purpose of the dinners is to mingle right? I was at a table with two couples, one couple very nice and very gorgeous, but complete in their world of two; the second couple also cute and also complete. I didn't have much in common with either. Across from me was a nice guy named John, who I like, but who kicked me to the curb last year before he even went out with me (I've decided to be big about that), which made it a bit of a stretch to converse for three hours. The service is always slow for such a large group, especially when it is in addition to the usual Saturday night crowd. But things went well. I do really like John. The food was to die for as usual. I had my favorite - pink sauce and ziti with spinach. It is gorgeously delicious, but I keep telling myself that I need to try other things, because everything there is so good. I also had a side salad. I probably shouldn't have had all those greens, but the doc had told me last week that Lovenox isn't affected by vitamin K, so I figured I would be OK. We also had some of their delicious zeppole for dessert. Lovely.
After supper we went back to the house and I visited for a while. The weather was gorgeous and it was very nice being out on the porch; but it was getting late, and I was tired after all that food.
Friday, March 23, 2012
A post in which I am very glad it's Friday
Not that I'm not always, mind you. Although I was out of work one day, it feels like it has been a very long week.
Dana went to the house today to fix my bathroom light switch. She re-wired the house for me last year, and they put the switches back in on the wrong sides of the switch plate. I lived with it for a year, but it was still bugging me, so I asked her to please fix it.
She called me from the house when she was done, and I asked about visiting them tonight. When I got the OK later on, I went scampering home to get ready. I ran through the bathroom, noting that she had straightened the switch box in there, but it seemed at the time that she hadn't moved the switches. It was only when I got home later that night that I realized she had moved them, but it seemed so right that they were back where they were supposed to be that I hadn't even noticed.
After debating about supper, I decided to eat pimento cheese. I picked up some last night at Fresh Market, and their pimento cheese is one of my favorite things in the whole wide world to eat. I usually get fast food on Friday nights, but decided that a) I didn't need to spend the money (the Atlanta trip is in two weeks, and I still haven't filed my taxes - although I did finally print out the forms to do so today); and b) pimento cheese was just as bad for me and indulgent as anything I would eat out anyway. Plus I was able to appease my conscience by putting sliced tomatoes on the crostini. That's my favorite way to eat pimento cheese now, on crostini with sliced or grape tomatoes - YUM!
So after a delicious supper I headed for Miss Kat and dana's house to visit. It was great to see them as always. Afterwards, I came home, ate two CFT's (cheese, facon, and tomato) sandwiches and went to bed. So I ate two suppers. Yeah. I really need to stop that.
Dana went to the house today to fix my bathroom light switch. She re-wired the house for me last year, and they put the switches back in on the wrong sides of the switch plate. I lived with it for a year, but it was still bugging me, so I asked her to please fix it.
She called me from the house when she was done, and I asked about visiting them tonight. When I got the OK later on, I went scampering home to get ready. I ran through the bathroom, noting that she had straightened the switch box in there, but it seemed at the time that she hadn't moved the switches. It was only when I got home later that night that I realized she had moved them, but it seemed so right that they were back where they were supposed to be that I hadn't even noticed.
After debating about supper, I decided to eat pimento cheese. I picked up some last night at Fresh Market, and their pimento cheese is one of my favorite things in the whole wide world to eat. I usually get fast food on Friday nights, but decided that a) I didn't need to spend the money (the Atlanta trip is in two weeks, and I still haven't filed my taxes - although I did finally print out the forms to do so today); and b) pimento cheese was just as bad for me and indulgent as anything I would eat out anyway. Plus I was able to appease my conscience by putting sliced tomatoes on the crostini. That's my favorite way to eat pimento cheese now, on crostini with sliced or grape tomatoes - YUM!
So after a delicious supper I headed for Miss Kat and dana's house to visit. It was great to see them as always. Afterwards, I came home, ate two CFT's (cheese, facon, and tomato) sandwiches and went to bed. So I ate two suppers. Yeah. I really need to stop that.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
A post in which I have another doctor's appointment
I went to see the cancer doc today. He wanted to monitor my arm, which was actually a bit swollen this morning but wasn't hurting. He put me back on the blood thinners through the end of April, but at least there is an end in sight. I dispatched another one of my thank you's today, taking in a vase of beautiful red alstroemeria to my nurse practitioner, who was lovely to me during treatment. It was just a simple bunch of flowers. I didn't get the 'flower arranging' gene. But they were pretty and I hope they brightened her day. I know they aren't very expensive, but I like alstroemeria better than a lot of the 'fancy' flowers, and sometimes I take a bunch of just them to someone, even though florists use them as 'accent' flowers. They're gorgeous (they look like little orchids to me) and they last forever - what's not to like?
I got to work late, but I am caught up so it's no big deal. I got my monthly meeting out of the way with Alan.
By the end of the day I was quite ready to go home. I bought a loaf of white bread earlier in the week as a part of one of my little spring rituals. When the Florida tomatoes come in I get a loaf of Bunny Bread and eat tomato sandwiches out of it until it's gone. Plus I had gotten lettuce and facon Monday night to make FLT's. But I changed my mind and went to cash in the last of a gift card for the Fresh Market I got for my birthday. I had a craving for their dill and honey mustard salmon. It's ridiculously expensive ($8 per small fillet!) but I just have to have some every now and then. In light of recent budgetary restraints, however, I am swearing off after tonight. I can make it for about half the price myself, and mine is actually better than theirs.
I had a nice supper with the windows open. I did a load of laundry that needed doing. I watched the tail end of a fairly scandalous episode of RuPaul's Drag Race, and went to bed. Tomorrow is Friday, and I'm really looking forward to the weekend :)
I got to work late, but I am caught up so it's no big deal. I got my monthly meeting out of the way with Alan.
By the end of the day I was quite ready to go home. I bought a loaf of white bread earlier in the week as a part of one of my little spring rituals. When the Florida tomatoes come in I get a loaf of Bunny Bread and eat tomato sandwiches out of it until it's gone. Plus I had gotten lettuce and facon Monday night to make FLT's. But I changed my mind and went to cash in the last of a gift card for the Fresh Market I got for my birthday. I had a craving for their dill and honey mustard salmon. It's ridiculously expensive ($8 per small fillet!) but I just have to have some every now and then. In light of recent budgetary restraints, however, I am swearing off after tonight. I can make it for about half the price myself, and mine is actually better than theirs.
I had a nice supper with the windows open. I did a load of laundry that needed doing. I watched the tail end of a fairly scandalous episode of RuPaul's Drag Race, and went to bed. Tomorrow is Friday, and I'm really looking forward to the weekend :)
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
A post on dinner with the 'rents
Since I opted out of dinner with Dad and Eve on the excuse of surgery, we went tonight. I had been tired all day, partly because of really being out too late last night, and partly because I always forget how much it tires me out when they mess around in my innards until I have it done again. I worked today, but I was pretty wiped by quitting time.
I went on though. I wanted to see them, and I knew Dad would worry if I pled off.
Since one of the things I had been craving yesterday was pancakes, we went to Stax Omega to get some. Theirs are delicious, and their Greek Omelet is one of my very favorites. I almost changed my mind - they had a couple of salads on the menu that sounded great - but decided I needed to avoid the greens to keep my blood thin for right now. I took a shot this morning on doc's orders, but my arm had been twinging a bit.
We had a nice dinner, and I went back to the house to visit for a while. I had intended to leave early, but ended up hanging around until 8:30, which is almost as late as I usually stay. I took their garbage to the street for them (tomorrow is their trash day, and neither of them is really in shape to move the can), went by CVS to pick up a prescription, then went home and turned in. It felt like a very long day.
I went on though. I wanted to see them, and I knew Dad would worry if I pled off.
Since one of the things I had been craving yesterday was pancakes, we went to Stax Omega to get some. Theirs are delicious, and their Greek Omelet is one of my very favorites. I almost changed my mind - they had a couple of salads on the menu that sounded great - but decided I needed to avoid the greens to keep my blood thin for right now. I took a shot this morning on doc's orders, but my arm had been twinging a bit.
We had a nice dinner, and I went back to the house to visit for a while. I had intended to leave early, but ended up hanging around until 8:30, which is almost as late as I usually stay. I took their garbage to the street for them (tomorrow is their trash day, and neither of them is really in shape to move the can), went by CVS to pick up a prescription, then went home and turned in. It felt like a very long day.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
A post in which that &^%$#@!! port is finally out*
I was up early this morning, despite having set my alarm forward to allow for some more sleep if I could do it. But I slept pretty well. I started putting things in place, changing sheets, etc, and sat down to catch up on email. Unexpectedly I was sucked into the internet vortex. I had the time, but really it wasn't something I intended to do this morning. I ended up having a buddy come over for a bit (I mean, hey, I could be out of commission for a while, right?) and we both enjoyed the visit.
Although I had to re-do some of my preparations afterward, I had plenty of time, and called Rhonda to make sure she was up. After picking her up we headed for the surgeon's office. One of the reasons I was so nervous about today was that he wouldn't be putting me under anesthesia to take the port out - I would just have a local. The waiting time didn't help any. We waited over an hour, the last thirty minutes or so in the actual surgical room, before the surgeon came in. Fortunately Rhonda was able to go back with me, and talking to her helped my nerves while we waited.
As I suspected, the procedure was shorter than the wait for the doctor had been. The numbing shots were the worst pain of it. I wouldn't say it was comfortable, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I had feared. And in pretty short order, I was port free and stitched up. Hooray!!
I was starving because I had been afraid to eat before we went in. They hadn't told me not to, but I wanted to make sure the procedure wouldn't have to be delayed again. So when we got done I was starving. Rhonda and I headed for lunch. We went to Chicora Alley originally, because I was craving some of their epic nachos, but the parking downtown during the week is just a zoo, and I didn't feel like hiking in from the outback. We found a place and parked, only to be shooed away by a security guard telling us that we were in a "private lot", despite the Chicora Alley sing prominently displayed on said lot. Grr.
After that I was over downtown, and really hungry to boot, so we headed over to Haywood Road and Don Pablo's. Don Pablo's is a place that I can usually take or leave, but I wanted nachos, or at the very least Mexican food, and didn't want the usual run-of-the-mill fare. They have great spoonbread, and wonderful sopaipillas, and that was inducement enough at the time. When we got there, though, I was pleasantly surprised. They have a new nacho dish on the menu called Cantina Nachos, and they were really good - head and shoulders above anything I have eaten there before.
So after Rhonda and I ate Mexican food until we could barely move, I decided I wanted to go for a glass run. We went down to the friendly antique man's store off of exit 39. He wasn't there today, but we had a good rummage around, and I found a couple of things I liked. The first was a Woolworth glass plate. I have been meaning to pick up some of this, but don't see it very often. There aren't a lot of catalogued pieces for the pattern. I found a scalloped luncheon plate today, but it wasn't listed in the field guide. I paid about $12 for it, and looked it up when I got home. The book value on it was $18, so not a super deal, but a pretty good one, and I'll always remember when I bought my first piece of this pattern.
When I woke up I was sore, but otherwise feeling pretty well. Russ and Billy had asked if I wanted to go out for my celebratory dinner tonight, and I felt up to it. Billy had given me permission to have another official celebration (with chicken wings) for getting my port out, and I wanted them; partially because I just love them, partially because I was so thrilled to get that port out, and partially because I had been a tiny bit disappointed with the wings that I had at Quaker Steak when chemo was over.
Whatever the reason, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings tonight. Tony met us there, and it was good to see him too. We had a very sweet waitress (who if she was a vegetarian kept it to herself), and a nice waiter in training to boot. They had huckleberry lemonade which was just delicious, and I once again gorged on chicken wings. I thought their wings were better than Quaker's. After supper we went over to Whole Foods for gleato, but found they had already closed. We ran into our friend Vince (gorgeous - and always good to see Vince), and ended up at Yogurt Molehill, which was fine. I was there as much for the company as anything anyway, plus I had already dictated where we had supper. I just got a little yogurt and put a bunch of fixin's on it, which I think is the way to go there. It was fine.
We sat outside for dinner and for dessert because the weather was so gorgeous, and rode home with the windows down, the cool soft spring air gentle on my skin. Tonight felt like a real celebration, and I so enjoyed it. I feel cut loose after having that port out. After all that I've been through, and despite the follow-up stuff that is left, today felt like the end of treatment. It feels like this is really going to be over now. I went home filled with quiet happiness and contentment, shut some very pissed off cats out of the bedroom (because of my new incision I'm not supposed to have them in the bed with me), and turned in with a window open. What a lovely day.
Although I had to re-do some of my preparations afterward, I had plenty of time, and called Rhonda to make sure she was up. After picking her up we headed for the surgeon's office. One of the reasons I was so nervous about today was that he wouldn't be putting me under anesthesia to take the port out - I would just have a local. The waiting time didn't help any. We waited over an hour, the last thirty minutes or so in the actual surgical room, before the surgeon came in. Fortunately Rhonda was able to go back with me, and talking to her helped my nerves while we waited.
As I suspected, the procedure was shorter than the wait for the doctor had been. The numbing shots were the worst pain of it. I wouldn't say it was comfortable, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I had feared. And in pretty short order, I was port free and stitched up. Hooray!!
I was starving because I had been afraid to eat before we went in. They hadn't told me not to, but I wanted to make sure the procedure wouldn't have to be delayed again. So when we got done I was starving. Rhonda and I headed for lunch. We went to Chicora Alley originally, because I was craving some of their epic nachos, but the parking downtown during the week is just a zoo, and I didn't feel like hiking in from the outback. We found a place and parked, only to be shooed away by a security guard telling us that we were in a "private lot", despite the Chicora Alley sing prominently displayed on said lot. Grr.
After that I was over downtown, and really hungry to boot, so we headed over to Haywood Road and Don Pablo's. Don Pablo's is a place that I can usually take or leave, but I wanted nachos, or at the very least Mexican food, and didn't want the usual run-of-the-mill fare. They have great spoonbread, and wonderful sopaipillas, and that was inducement enough at the time. When we got there, though, I was pleasantly surprised. They have a new nacho dish on the menu called Cantina Nachos, and they were really good - head and shoulders above anything I have eaten there before.
So after Rhonda and I ate Mexican food until we could barely move, I decided I wanted to go for a glass run. We went down to the friendly antique man's store off of exit 39. He wasn't there today, but we had a good rummage around, and I found a couple of things I liked. The first was a Woolworth glass plate. I have been meaning to pick up some of this, but don't see it very often. There aren't a lot of catalogued pieces for the pattern. I found a scalloped luncheon plate today, but it wasn't listed in the field guide. I paid about $12 for it, and looked it up when I got home. The book value on it was $18, so not a super deal, but a pretty good one, and I'll always remember when I bought my first piece of this pattern.
Woolworth or "Stippled Grape" 8 1/2" scalloped luncheon plate in green by Westmoreland, circa 1910
I also found another piece of Sierra Pinwheel. I've only bought two pieces of this pattern (two serving trays, one of which I gave to Justin) ever, and they both came from this store. Today I found an oval platter for a pretty good price. I paid $10.50, but the book value on it is $35. It does have a small chip, but the way it is placed it isn't very noticeable, and Rhonda thought it was very pretty. So I bought it. I particularly like the rings in the center of the platter. The serving trays don't have that.
Sierra "Pinwheel" 11" oval platter in pink by Jeannette Glass, circa 1931-1933
When I woke up I was sore, but otherwise feeling pretty well. Russ and Billy had asked if I wanted to go out for my celebratory dinner tonight, and I felt up to it. Billy had given me permission to have another official celebration (with chicken wings) for getting my port out, and I wanted them; partially because I just love them, partially because I was so thrilled to get that port out, and partially because I had been a tiny bit disappointed with the wings that I had at Quaker Steak when chemo was over.
Whatever the reason, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings tonight. Tony met us there, and it was good to see him too. We had a very sweet waitress (who if she was a vegetarian kept it to herself), and a nice waiter in training to boot. They had huckleberry lemonade which was just delicious, and I once again gorged on chicken wings. I thought their wings were better than Quaker's. After supper we went over to Whole Foods for gleato, but found they had already closed. We ran into our friend Vince (gorgeous - and always good to see Vince), and ended up at Yogurt Molehill, which was fine. I was there as much for the company as anything anyway, plus I had already dictated where we had supper. I just got a little yogurt and put a bunch of fixin's on it, which I think is the way to go there. It was fine.
We sat outside for dinner and for dessert because the weather was so gorgeous, and rode home with the windows down, the cool soft spring air gentle on my skin. Tonight felt like a real celebration, and I so enjoyed it. I feel cut loose after having that port out. After all that I've been through, and despite the follow-up stuff that is left, today felt like the end of treatment. It feels like this is really going to be over now. I went home filled with quiet happiness and contentment, shut some very pissed off cats out of the bedroom (because of my new incision I'm not supposed to have them in the bed with me), and turned in with a window open. What a lovely day.
Monday, March 19, 2012
A post in which I go shopping
Today was really kind of the fore-runner for tomorrow. I'm scheduled to get my chemo port out at long last. I'm nervous about it, but very ready all the same.
I had planned to do my grocery shopping on the way home because I didn't get the chance on Sunday, but my cookies came in. The women at work are always selling stuff for their kids. I got out of Girl Scout Cookies by buying some but sending them to the troops. But another of my co-workers was selling frozen cookie dough nuggets that you bake as you want to. They were ridiculously expensive, as all that stuff is, but I caved. The fact that there was white chocolate chip macadamia nut (my favorite) destroyed the last of my willpower. So today I got a tub with 2.5lbs of frozen cookie dough nuggets in it. Of course it turned off hot today. I couldn't leave the dough in the car while I did the shopping. So I went home, put it in the freezer, went ahead and ate supper (I was starving), and dragged myself back out to the grocery store.
I hate to go back out when I've gotten home and gotten all comfy after work, particularly when it is to do chores, but it had to be done. I wasn't sure if I would be able to carry a bunch of groceries later in the week. I don't mind going to the grocery store on the way home from work, but for some reason having to go back out made it seem like a chore. But the store was less crowded, and the checker I had was relaxed and friendly. Once I got there, I pretty much enjoyed it, and got my shopping done.
When I got home I made sure there was Mountain Dew in the fridge for Rhonda, and futzed around a bit to make sure things were ready. There are always things that need doing, of course, particularly as un-motivated as I was this past weekend, but they can wait.
Because I was worried about the procedure tomorrow I took sleeping pills tonight, despite my trying to wean myself off of them.
I had planned to do my grocery shopping on the way home because I didn't get the chance on Sunday, but my cookies came in. The women at work are always selling stuff for their kids. I got out of Girl Scout Cookies by buying some but sending them to the troops. But another of my co-workers was selling frozen cookie dough nuggets that you bake as you want to. They were ridiculously expensive, as all that stuff is, but I caved. The fact that there was white chocolate chip macadamia nut (my favorite) destroyed the last of my willpower. So today I got a tub with 2.5lbs of frozen cookie dough nuggets in it. Of course it turned off hot today. I couldn't leave the dough in the car while I did the shopping. So I went home, put it in the freezer, went ahead and ate supper (I was starving), and dragged myself back out to the grocery store.
I hate to go back out when I've gotten home and gotten all comfy after work, particularly when it is to do chores, but it had to be done. I wasn't sure if I would be able to carry a bunch of groceries later in the week. I don't mind going to the grocery store on the way home from work, but for some reason having to go back out made it seem like a chore. But the store was less crowded, and the checker I had was relaxed and friendly. Once I got there, I pretty much enjoyed it, and got my shopping done.
When I got home I made sure there was Mountain Dew in the fridge for Rhonda, and futzed around a bit to make sure things were ready. There are always things that need doing, of course, particularly as un-motivated as I was this past weekend, but they can wait.
Because I was worried about the procedure tomorrow I took sleeping pills tonight, despite my trying to wean myself off of them.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
A post in which Ava visits
Of course Lisa and Cole came with her.
I was up pretty early this morning, and heading for White Horse Road flea market. I hadn't bought any fruit yesterday. First because I didn't want to have to carry it, and second to give me an excuse to go to White Horse today.
First though, I changed the sheets, put them in to wash, and made some breakfast. Buttermilk biscuits with egg, cheese, tomato, and facon - yum. Sadly just as I was getting dressed to leave, it started to rain. It was just a spit, and in about half an hour it was over, but it killed White Horse this morning. I still went over (telling myself I go as much for the walk as the shopping anyway), and I did get my fruit, but there was almost nothing on offer this morning.
By the time I got home I was feeling sleepy and decided to take a nap, but I ended up getting sucked into the internet vortex, and then the phone rang. It was Lisa, and Ava, in the inexplicable ways of a 4-year-old, had gotten it into her head that she wanted to come to my house. It has been a while since she was here. Of course I said yes, and agreed to meet Lisa at Dad and Eve's house for lunch 'sometime'.
That was the problem. Lisa, I guess for taking so much ribbing for constant lateness, has lately taken to refusing to any time frame at all for her visits. While I'm sure it is more convenient for her, it leaves everyone else dangling. I don't do well with "sometime - eventually" because it kicks me into procrastination mode, as happened today. When they did get here I wasn't ready. So I had to rush through the shower and dress, which I don't like to do. I really had no one to blame but myself, but it's more convenient to blame her.
I got to the house and we had a very nice lunch, especially when you consider that Eve put the whole thing together on the fly, because she didn't know that they were coming today. After lunch there was a brief visit, but the conversation seemed to get mired in Lisa's latest divorce, which has turned notably nasty and unpleasant. There isn't really anything I can do to help, and when I realized that it was just degenerating into endless re-hash, I loaded up Cole and took him to my house.
Lisa and Ava joined a bit later, and we had a nice visit. Ava contentedly chased the cats around, which conveniently kept her away from most of the fragile stuff and happily occupied. Lisa, Cole, and I had a nice talk. Ava gave the cats a saucer of cream, and we basically just relaxed for a while. The day had turned out pretty and I had all the windows open, and the living room was full of fresh air and sunshine. I wish they came more often, but Lisa's increasingly severe allergy to cats means she really can't stay at the house comfortably, which makes me sad. Still it was a nice afternoon.
After they headed home, I checked in with the boys, who were at a funeral I had forgotten. I made some fried rice for dinner - I'd been meaning to do it all week, but kept putting it off. Then I vegged in front of the TV and computer for the evening. There is enough rice to take for lunch tomorrow, and I have some stew in the freezer. I finally opened the chocolate truffles one of the women at work bought me for my birthday - the were delicious. I just enjoyed the fresh air, relaxed and chatted online until time for bed. It was a most laid-back evening.
I have seriously underestimated two people in the last month. I heard back from one of them today. After all the drama with M last week, I hadn't expected to hear from him for a while, but I did. He contacted me with one of the most heartfelt and sincere apologies I believe I have ever received. It was very out of character for him in my experience, and I was very touched. It just goes to show - you never can tell. I've pretty much been of the opinion that people don't change, and in general they don't; but maybe it's just that the majority of people won't change. It's nice to know that it is possible, and that some people will avail themselves of the opportunity.
I was up pretty early this morning, and heading for White Horse Road flea market. I hadn't bought any fruit yesterday. First because I didn't want to have to carry it, and second to give me an excuse to go to White Horse today.
First though, I changed the sheets, put them in to wash, and made some breakfast. Buttermilk biscuits with egg, cheese, tomato, and facon - yum. Sadly just as I was getting dressed to leave, it started to rain. It was just a spit, and in about half an hour it was over, but it killed White Horse this morning. I still went over (telling myself I go as much for the walk as the shopping anyway), and I did get my fruit, but there was almost nothing on offer this morning.
By the time I got home I was feeling sleepy and decided to take a nap, but I ended up getting sucked into the internet vortex, and then the phone rang. It was Lisa, and Ava, in the inexplicable ways of a 4-year-old, had gotten it into her head that she wanted to come to my house. It has been a while since she was here. Of course I said yes, and agreed to meet Lisa at Dad and Eve's house for lunch 'sometime'.
That was the problem. Lisa, I guess for taking so much ribbing for constant lateness, has lately taken to refusing to any time frame at all for her visits. While I'm sure it is more convenient for her, it leaves everyone else dangling. I don't do well with "sometime - eventually" because it kicks me into procrastination mode, as happened today. When they did get here I wasn't ready. So I had to rush through the shower and dress, which I don't like to do. I really had no one to blame but myself, but it's more convenient to blame her.
I got to the house and we had a very nice lunch, especially when you consider that Eve put the whole thing together on the fly, because she didn't know that they were coming today. After lunch there was a brief visit, but the conversation seemed to get mired in Lisa's latest divorce, which has turned notably nasty and unpleasant. There isn't really anything I can do to help, and when I realized that it was just degenerating into endless re-hash, I loaded up Cole and took him to my house.
Lisa and Ava joined a bit later, and we had a nice visit. Ava contentedly chased the cats around, which conveniently kept her away from most of the fragile stuff and happily occupied. Lisa, Cole, and I had a nice talk. Ava gave the cats a saucer of cream, and we basically just relaxed for a while. The day had turned out pretty and I had all the windows open, and the living room was full of fresh air and sunshine. I wish they came more often, but Lisa's increasingly severe allergy to cats means she really can't stay at the house comfortably, which makes me sad. Still it was a nice afternoon.
After they headed home, I checked in with the boys, who were at a funeral I had forgotten. I made some fried rice for dinner - I'd been meaning to do it all week, but kept putting it off. Then I vegged in front of the TV and computer for the evening. There is enough rice to take for lunch tomorrow, and I have some stew in the freezer. I finally opened the chocolate truffles one of the women at work bought me for my birthday - the were delicious. I just enjoyed the fresh air, relaxed and chatted online until time for bed. It was a most laid-back evening.
I have seriously underestimated two people in the last month. I heard back from one of them today. After all the drama with M last week, I hadn't expected to hear from him for a while, but I did. He contacted me with one of the most heartfelt and sincere apologies I believe I have ever received. It was very out of character for him in my experience, and I was very touched. It just goes to show - you never can tell. I've pretty much been of the opinion that people don't change, and in general they don't; but maybe it's just that the majority of people won't change. It's nice to know that it is possible, and that some people will avail themselves of the opportunity.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
A post in which we go to the flea market!
I was up early to head for Russ and Billy's house this morning. We had a brief visit, some chocolate chip pancakes (yum), and then headed for the Barnyard Flea Market. We had been to Anderson the last time, and Barnyard is really my favorite now. There is usually a consistently better grade of stuff, although it is a bit harder to get a deal now. I did have a great day hunting today. The weather was gorgeous and there were tons of people out. Although this resulted in the inevitable traffic jams and slowness (pretty weather brings out the amateur crowd) I really didn't mind too terribly much. There were a lot of green shirts in evidence for St. Patricks' Day.
I found a saucer to go with my cake plate and saucer set I'm inexplicably still collecting of crystal Columbia. I started that a while back just because it was a slow day and I found a really good price on the cake plate. It's harder to get a deal on the saucers. Because they are clear, a lot of people don't recognize them as Depression Glass, and because they are so cheap, it's hard to buy them for less than book. The book value on these is $1. I paid $2 today just because it is so unusual to see one on offer. At least the woman I bought it from was nice.
I also found a bread plate to go with my Bubble, which I'm using for every day right now. I broke one in the microwave. What I really need for those is about 3 flat soups (they are most elusive) and some cereal bowls. I have plenty of the smaller fruit bowls, which I keep running across, I guess because they weren't used that much and didn't get broken. The bread plate was only $1, though, so I couldn't resist.
Bubble 6 3/4" bread plate in sapphire blue by Anchor Hocking circa 1942-1948
I found a Cloverleaf fruit bowl. I've always liked the pattern, and lately I've been picking up a few pieces as I run across it. This one was marked $10, which I thought was too high, but after checking my field guide I actually discovered it was pretty reasonable. I was tickled to get it, although the woman who sold it to me was, well, quite verbose, and in the parlance of the Seinfeld show, a 'close talker'. Still eventually I was able to extract my treasure and escape.
Cloverleaf 4" fruit bowl in green by Hazel-Atlas, circa 1930-1936
The deal of the day though was a set of four Windsor tumblers that I picked up for $12. They're valued at about $12 each, and since I already have the pitcher, I now have what antique dealers like to call a 'lemonade set'. The tumblers are in perfect condition - I couldn't find a chip on any of them.
So it was a good glass day at the flea market. I was happy. I also picked up some glass vases. I need those to take flowers for some of the many thank yous I owe to various people who were good to me during treatment. I'm hoping to make some progress on all the thank yous I owe soon. I also picked up some good looking tomatoes. The produce is starting to come in from Florida. I have been really craving some good peaches, but it's still too early for them. To top it all off, the Disney guy up there had three Studio Ghibli movies I'd been meaning to buy. Well two anyway: Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, and Kiki's Delivery Service(!), both directed by Hayao Miyazaki. The third was The Cat Returns, which I also really liked (my cat Krooner was very close to being named Muta after one of the characters in the movie, but I just couldn't warm up to the name), but which wasn't a Miyazaki directed movie. I was pretty tickled to get them so cheaply - Miyazaki movies are just never cheap online. I hadn't intended to buy Nausicaa, but at three for $20 I couldn't resist.
After the market, Russ and I were hungry. Billy and Logan, being amateurs, had gotten corn dogs at the flea market, which resulted in our losing Billy for the second time. We spent a lot of time waiting for and looking for Billy today. After some discussion, we headed for the Gengis Grill. I was skeptical. I've never really gotten on to the whole Mongolian BBQ bandwagon, because if I knew what spices, etc to use I would make it at home. But they had really talked the place up, and I was willing to try it. The process turned out to be surprisingly user-friendly, and after some minor adjustment I have to say my lunch was delicious. It was also fresh, veggie-friendly, and cheaper than most similar quality food to be found locally, although the atmosphere leans towards the Cici's Pizza 'pull up to the trough'-esque.
Afterwards we strolled down to the new outdoors and active wear store that has recently opened to look at shockingly over-priced gear. Logan got some kind of fancy socks, but there wasn't much there that I could possibly cantilever my behind into. Plus there were all these skinny, hip people in there walking around. I got the impression that everyone there knew I was just a tourist. But it was fine.
When we got back to the house Russ and the guys had a day of yard work planned, and I so wasn't up for that, having not touched my own yard yet this year. Plus I was sleepy. I went home to take a nap, but ended up not doing it.
After having such a fun morning, I succumbed to lassitude this afternoon and evening. I thought about doing several things, but ended up doing none of them. In the end, my butt just grew to the sofa as I channel surfed and chatted online. I had tomato sandwiches and leftover guacamole for dinner, and basically just surrendered to the worthlessness.
I found a saucer to go with my cake plate and saucer set I'm inexplicably still collecting of crystal Columbia. I started that a while back just because it was a slow day and I found a really good price on the cake plate. It's harder to get a deal on the saucers. Because they are clear, a lot of people don't recognize them as Depression Glass, and because they are so cheap, it's hard to buy them for less than book. The book value on these is $1. I paid $2 today just because it is so unusual to see one on offer. At least the woman I bought it from was nice.
Columbia saucer in crystal, by Federal Glass Co, circa 1938-1942 (the one I bought today had a cup ring - they don't all have it)
I also found a bread plate to go with my Bubble, which I'm using for every day right now. I broke one in the microwave. What I really need for those is about 3 flat soups (they are most elusive) and some cereal bowls. I have plenty of the smaller fruit bowls, which I keep running across, I guess because they weren't used that much and didn't get broken. The bread plate was only $1, though, so I couldn't resist.
Bubble 6 3/4" bread plate in sapphire blue by Anchor Hocking circa 1942-1948I found a Cloverleaf fruit bowl. I've always liked the pattern, and lately I've been picking up a few pieces as I run across it. This one was marked $10, which I thought was too high, but after checking my field guide I actually discovered it was pretty reasonable. I was tickled to get it, although the woman who sold it to me was, well, quite verbose, and in the parlance of the Seinfeld show, a 'close talker'. Still eventually I was able to extract my treasure and escape.
Cloverleaf 4" fruit bowl in green by Hazel-Atlas, circa 1930-1936The deal of the day though was a set of four Windsor tumblers that I picked up for $12. They're valued at about $12 each, and since I already have the pitcher, I now have what antique dealers like to call a 'lemonade set'. The tumblers are in perfect condition - I couldn't find a chip on any of them.
Windsor 5 oz flat tumblers in pink by Jeannette Glass, cira 1936-1946
So it was a good glass day at the flea market. I was happy. I also picked up some glass vases. I need those to take flowers for some of the many thank yous I owe to various people who were good to me during treatment. I'm hoping to make some progress on all the thank yous I owe soon. I also picked up some good looking tomatoes. The produce is starting to come in from Florida. I have been really craving some good peaches, but it's still too early for them. To top it all off, the Disney guy up there had three Studio Ghibli movies I'd been meaning to buy. Well two anyway: Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, and Kiki's Delivery Service(!), both directed by Hayao Miyazaki. The third was The Cat Returns, which I also really liked (my cat Krooner was very close to being named Muta after one of the characters in the movie, but I just couldn't warm up to the name), but which wasn't a Miyazaki directed movie. I was pretty tickled to get them so cheaply - Miyazaki movies are just never cheap online. I hadn't intended to buy Nausicaa, but at three for $20 I couldn't resist.
After the market, Russ and I were hungry. Billy and Logan, being amateurs, had gotten corn dogs at the flea market, which resulted in our losing Billy for the second time. We spent a lot of time waiting for and looking for Billy today. After some discussion, we headed for the Gengis Grill. I was skeptical. I've never really gotten on to the whole Mongolian BBQ bandwagon, because if I knew what spices, etc to use I would make it at home. But they had really talked the place up, and I was willing to try it. The process turned out to be surprisingly user-friendly, and after some minor adjustment I have to say my lunch was delicious. It was also fresh, veggie-friendly, and cheaper than most similar quality food to be found locally, although the atmosphere leans towards the Cici's Pizza 'pull up to the trough'-esque.
Afterwards we strolled down to the new outdoors and active wear store that has recently opened to look at shockingly over-priced gear. Logan got some kind of fancy socks, but there wasn't much there that I could possibly cantilever my behind into. Plus there were all these skinny, hip people in there walking around. I got the impression that everyone there knew I was just a tourist. But it was fine.
When we got back to the house Russ and the guys had a day of yard work planned, and I so wasn't up for that, having not touched my own yard yet this year. Plus I was sleepy. I went home to take a nap, but ended up not doing it.
After having such a fun morning, I succumbed to lassitude this afternoon and evening. I thought about doing several things, but ended up doing none of them. In the end, my butt just grew to the sofa as I channel surfed and chatted online. I had tomato sandwiches and leftover guacamole for dinner, and basically just surrendered to the worthlessness.
Friday, March 16, 2012
A post in which it is blessedly Friday
It hasn't been an overly stressful week, just a really long one for some reason. Alan was back in the office today, but way too busy to bother with the likes of me, which frankly suits me just fine.
After much debate with myself, I finally ordered a new dutch oven. I looked at them and found one on Amazon that was both non-stick and PFOA-free, but it was so cheap I thought it couldn't be of any kind of quality, but after reading the customer reviews I decided to take the plunge. I'm actually fairly stoked about getting it. I ordered a bright green one just for a change of pace. No point in having everything black and gray if you don't have to. If it sucks, I don't have much in it - I got it for $28.37.
I got in touch with Lynn about going to see and possibly cook for her and Lady Beth tonight, but she was on her way home and actually at the airport waiting for a flight. Michael will be with her tonight. I sent her a text, but didn't hear back. Lynn said that she didn't think Lady was up for a visit tonight, so that left me free.
Which was good because Russ invited me out with them tonight, and I wanted to go. We went to supper at El Matador, and I had lovely enchiladas. They make their sauce there with mole, and there just isn't any comparison to others in town. Delicious.
After going home for a bit of a visit, I headed back to my place to turn in. Russ isn't working tomorrow, and we're going to the flea market - Yay! I am excited.
After much debate with myself, I finally ordered a new dutch oven. I looked at them and found one on Amazon that was both non-stick and PFOA-free, but it was so cheap I thought it couldn't be of any kind of quality, but after reading the customer reviews I decided to take the plunge. I'm actually fairly stoked about getting it. I ordered a bright green one just for a change of pace. No point in having everything black and gray if you don't have to. If it sucks, I don't have much in it - I got it for $28.37.
I got in touch with Lynn about going to see and possibly cook for her and Lady Beth tonight, but she was on her way home and actually at the airport waiting for a flight. Michael will be with her tonight. I sent her a text, but didn't hear back. Lynn said that she didn't think Lady was up for a visit tonight, so that left me free.
Which was good because Russ invited me out with them tonight, and I wanted to go. We went to supper at El Matador, and I had lovely enchiladas. They make their sauce there with mole, and there just isn't any comparison to others in town. Delicious.
After going home for a bit of a visit, I headed back to my place to turn in. Russ isn't working tomorrow, and we're going to the flea market - Yay! I am excited.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
A post in which I go home!
I put in my ramp-up CD this morning on the way to work. I had a butt-load of work to do today. I hit the ground running and got it done though. And of course after I prepared the report for the meeting tomorrow, Alan re-scheduled. Par for the course.
I've been out every night this week. Now I love going out, but things were piling up at the house just a bit. Plus I was out of butter (which is pretty much defcon-1 at my house) and low on toilet paper. I went by the grocery store after work to do my shopping. Well some of it. I haven't decided what I'm making for lunches next week. Plus I balanced my checkbook this morning and for some reason I suddenly have no money. I had plenty of money a month ago. I am having to buy actual groceries now, but they're not too much more than I was paying for food during treatment, and I don't have all those pesky co-pays any longer. I don't get it.
Anyway, as I was coming out of the grocery store Dad called to invite me for supper. When I explained I had food to get home and stow, he asked if I wanted to come over afterwards. Oy. I thought about going home, getting the food put away, changing and heading back out to go across town, and just plain didn't want to do it. So I told Dad I wanted one night home this week. He didn't seem to care much for the idea, but sometimes you just have to carve out a little time to yourself. I've said it before and I'll say it again - I don't know how people with kids do it.
The weather is unseasonably warm and gorgeous. I got home and opened all the windows, fed the cats, and finally got all the crap out of the car that needed unloading - some of it I'd been hauling around for a couple of weeks.
I put a load of laundry in, and made some guacamole for supper. I bought the avocados last weekend and they were gorgeously ripe and perfect. I watched a bit of telly, petted the kitties, and chatted online for a bit. I haven't been on much this week and had messages to catch up on. Sadly, nothing from Gobibear (my flame from last year at Bear Hunt). Since he found out I'm going and we made the date to see each other, haven't heard a peep from him.
It was a great night on TV. They had a Chopped (only the best show in the history of the world - EVER) marathon on all evening, and then put on Sweet Genius. When I first started watching that one I didn't enjoy it as much because the guy was such a dick to the contestants, but I think someone had a quiet word with him - he's been much more human this season. I mean, don't get me wrong, the guy certainly has the resume to be a dick if he wants to, but a) is that really necessary?; and b) do I really want watch that?
Tomorrow is Friday and payday (!!). Lady Beth had surgery this week and Lynn is in town. I'd like to go see them tomorrow if it isn't an imposition. Our Lady generally prefers to convalesce in solitude, but I'd like to do something for her. She was so good to me during treatment.
I've been out every night this week. Now I love going out, but things were piling up at the house just a bit. Plus I was out of butter (which is pretty much defcon-1 at my house) and low on toilet paper. I went by the grocery store after work to do my shopping. Well some of it. I haven't decided what I'm making for lunches next week. Plus I balanced my checkbook this morning and for some reason I suddenly have no money. I had plenty of money a month ago. I am having to buy actual groceries now, but they're not too much more than I was paying for food during treatment, and I don't have all those pesky co-pays any longer. I don't get it.
Anyway, as I was coming out of the grocery store Dad called to invite me for supper. When I explained I had food to get home and stow, he asked if I wanted to come over afterwards. Oy. I thought about going home, getting the food put away, changing and heading back out to go across town, and just plain didn't want to do it. So I told Dad I wanted one night home this week. He didn't seem to care much for the idea, but sometimes you just have to carve out a little time to yourself. I've said it before and I'll say it again - I don't know how people with kids do it.
The weather is unseasonably warm and gorgeous. I got home and opened all the windows, fed the cats, and finally got all the crap out of the car that needed unloading - some of it I'd been hauling around for a couple of weeks.
I put a load of laundry in, and made some guacamole for supper. I bought the avocados last weekend and they were gorgeously ripe and perfect. I watched a bit of telly, petted the kitties, and chatted online for a bit. I haven't been on much this week and had messages to catch up on. Sadly, nothing from Gobibear (my flame from last year at Bear Hunt). Since he found out I'm going and we made the date to see each other, haven't heard a peep from him.
It was a great night on TV. They had a Chopped (only the best show in the history of the world - EVER) marathon on all evening, and then put on Sweet Genius. When I first started watching that one I didn't enjoy it as much because the guy was such a dick to the contestants, but I think someone had a quiet word with him - he's been much more human this season. I mean, don't get me wrong, the guy certainly has the resume to be a dick if he wants to, but a) is that really necessary?; and b) do I really want watch that?
Tomorrow is Friday and payday (!!). Lady Beth had surgery this week and Lynn is in town. I'd like to go see them tomorrow if it isn't an imposition. Our Lady generally prefers to convalesce in solitude, but I'd like to do something for her. She was so good to me during treatment.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
A post in which I deal with drama
Unexpected drama that I did my best to avoid, but there it was. Oy. Man problems of course. I started talking to a new guy (R), but I knew he had been out with a very old friend of mine (M). Despite my talking to M about this before I even had a cup of coffee with R, and despite R's assurances (and M's, for that matter) that he was free of commitment and could do what he wanted, the whole thing blew up in my face today. M says, after 25 years of friendship, that he "feels he can no longer trust me". I'm like what the fuck ever. I don't know what else I could have done to be up-front and honest about this, short of regarding every person M introduces me to as his property.
After being out the last two nights, I had some shopping I needed to do on the way home today. I stopped and got cat food first, because goodness knows the consequences of running out of that would be dire. I had stopped at Target for coffee (it's $2 less there than it is a Publix, surprisingly) and was looking around when Justin called me to ask if I was free. Well of course I was.
He came to the house and we caught up a bit before we went over to Tony's New York Style Pizzaeria for dinner. I had been in before for gelato, and I've had pizza from there which was good. The pasta looked fab when I was in there before, but sadly, it looked better than it actually was. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't great, and I was a little bitter that we had passed up Portofino's (which was just across the parking lot) to try it. Their food is phenomenal.
The food was also pretty slow to come out. I had hoped to have a rummage through TJ Maxx after dinner, but it was not to be. By the time we got done it was about 8:30, and Justin wanted a cookie sandwich from the mall, so we paid as quickly as we could and headed out. He has discovered the apparently new and expanded JC Penny draperies section, which was surprisingly large and had a wide selection, although sadly I saw no valances to suit me for the bedroom. I'm going to have to make some more.
We got our dessert and headed back out. By the time we got back to my place he had to run, and I really needed to go to bed. It was a really nice evening, and it's always good to see and catch up with Justin. But next time we are going to Portofino's for dinner. I'm just sayin'.
After being out the last two nights, I had some shopping I needed to do on the way home today. I stopped and got cat food first, because goodness knows the consequences of running out of that would be dire. I had stopped at Target for coffee (it's $2 less there than it is a Publix, surprisingly) and was looking around when Justin called me to ask if I was free. Well of course I was.
He came to the house and we caught up a bit before we went over to Tony's New York Style Pizzaeria for dinner. I had been in before for gelato, and I've had pizza from there which was good. The pasta looked fab when I was in there before, but sadly, it looked better than it actually was. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't great, and I was a little bitter that we had passed up Portofino's (which was just across the parking lot) to try it. Their food is phenomenal.
The food was also pretty slow to come out. I had hoped to have a rummage through TJ Maxx after dinner, but it was not to be. By the time we got done it was about 8:30, and Justin wanted a cookie sandwich from the mall, so we paid as quickly as we could and headed out. He has discovered the apparently new and expanded JC Penny draperies section, which was surprisingly large and had a wide selection, although sadly I saw no valances to suit me for the bedroom. I'm going to have to make some more.
We got our dessert and headed back out. By the time we got back to my place he had to run, and I really needed to go to bed. It was a really nice evening, and it's always good to see and catch up with Justin. But next time we are going to Portofino's for dinner. I'm just sayin'.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
A post in which I see the surgeon
Today was my appointment with Dr. Mann for what I thought was a consultation, but after waiting for about 45 minutes (natch) they ushered me into a small surgical room and said "Take off your shirt." Well I was fairly flummoxed, and explained that I was on massive doses of Coumadin still. The surgeon, despite Dr. Gococo's assurances that they had been sent all of my records and were fully aware of the situation, had no idea. Wow. That's not very reassuring. I'm glad that I'm an active participant in my own care, and can speak up.
Dr. Mann, after explaining to me that no, I did not want to bleed to death today (true) set an appointment for next week, and told me to stop taking the Coumadin. I'm back on shots until the surgery, but I'm really OK with that. The shots now mark the end of the path rather than the beginning of another path of aggravation, as I felt they did before. Another happiness was that I didn't have to do the dance of the 7 veils (as I had been warned I would have to) to talk Dr. Mann into going ahead and taking the freakin thing out. I am ready for this to be over. Also good was that I will have the port out before I go to Atlanta (!!) at the beginning of April. I am totally stoked about that trip - now more so than ever. I feel like I'll be off the leash at that point.
Tonight was my dinner out with Dad and Eve. Usually she plans what we're eating for supper by about 9:30am or so, but because she was flying back today and would be unavailable for a good portion of it, she texted me last night - from Florida - to set up dinner arrangements for tonight. I called Dad to make sure he knew and we had a chuckle about that.
She was of course full of stories about the Florida trip, her cousins, etc etc. She told me those on the way to the restaurant, since Dad had already heard them all I'm sure, and because he was on the phone with Lisa all the way there anyway.
We went to Lieu's Chinese Bistro tonight. They are fond of it (as are Russ and Billy), but it's usually a place I can take or leave. But having been there a number of times there now, I've found a couple of things on the menu that I really love. The shrimp I had tonight were excellent - the freshest tasting I've had since I was in San Francisco years ago.
After supper we went back to the house and visited for a while. It was a nice evening.
Dr. Mann, after explaining to me that no, I did not want to bleed to death today (true) set an appointment for next week, and told me to stop taking the Coumadin. I'm back on shots until the surgery, but I'm really OK with that. The shots now mark the end of the path rather than the beginning of another path of aggravation, as I felt they did before. Another happiness was that I didn't have to do the dance of the 7 veils (as I had been warned I would have to) to talk Dr. Mann into going ahead and taking the freakin thing out. I am ready for this to be over. Also good was that I will have the port out before I go to Atlanta (!!) at the beginning of April. I am totally stoked about that trip - now more so than ever. I feel like I'll be off the leash at that point.
Tonight was my dinner out with Dad and Eve. Usually she plans what we're eating for supper by about 9:30am or so, but because she was flying back today and would be unavailable for a good portion of it, she texted me last night - from Florida - to set up dinner arrangements for tonight. I called Dad to make sure he knew and we had a chuckle about that.
She was of course full of stories about the Florida trip, her cousins, etc etc. She told me those on the way to the restaurant, since Dad had already heard them all I'm sure, and because he was on the phone with Lisa all the way there anyway.
We went to Lieu's Chinese Bistro tonight. They are fond of it (as are Russ and Billy), but it's usually a place I can take or leave. But having been there a number of times there now, I've found a couple of things on the menu that I really love. The shrimp I had tonight were excellent - the freshest tasting I've had since I was in San Francisco years ago.
After supper we went back to the house and visited for a while. It was a nice evening.
Monday, March 12, 2012
A post in which I see Nicole
I got in touch with Rhondee today and got her all registered to go to Frolicon in a couple of weeks - Yay! - that trip will now be more fun than ever :)
Nicole had gotten in touch last week about some movie vouchers that were going to expire and asked if I wanted to go to the movies tonight, so I said sure.
By the time I got off work today though, I was pretty wiped. The time change I guess, plus two weeks of accumulated insomnia. Plus there really wasn't anything on I wanted to see. When Nicole got to the house she said she didn't want to go to the movies either, she would rather just visit with me, which suited me fine :) It's nice to have friends that deteriorate at the same rate you do LOL Nicole is actually nine years younger than me, which I don't think about that often. Tonight she was sporting some impressive eye makeup - very sparkly. Nicole sometimes verges on being a female drag queen. I can't imagine where that influence comes from...
We ended up going to Barley's Tap Room downtown for supper. I had my taste buds all set for Thai food, but then it seems that is pretty much all I want lately. But Nicole wanted pizza, they do make a good one, and I can just about always eat pizza. As it turned out though, neither of us had pizza. She had a Calzone which looked delish, and I had a really delicious mushroom hoagie that I was very impressed with. I usually avoid the place because it is conspicuously young and hip, plus it's really noisy; but we had a quieter table tucked away in a little room, and they had an outstanding number of veggie dishes on the menu that were reasonably priced. As good as my sandwich was tonight, I'll be back.
Nicole caught me up on what was going on with people I hadn't seen in a while. I hadn't seen anyone since her birthday party last September, so there was a good bit to catch up on. I caught her up on family stuff, and Angela's continually growing plans for her wedding. The usual gurl talk.
Afterwards on a whim we decided to go for ice cream. I had related my experience at Yogurt Molehill, and she told me she was inclined to go with my review. Plus she had been craving ice cream. We drove over to Bruster's despite the fact that it was misting rain. We were surprised to find the parking lot full in spite of the rain. They had my favorite flavor they make - Toffee Crunch (yay!), so we got ice cream and headed for the house.
We ate ice cream, smoked, and visited for a while. It's always good to see Nicole.
Nicole had gotten in touch last week about some movie vouchers that were going to expire and asked if I wanted to go to the movies tonight, so I said sure.
By the time I got off work today though, I was pretty wiped. The time change I guess, plus two weeks of accumulated insomnia. Plus there really wasn't anything on I wanted to see. When Nicole got to the house she said she didn't want to go to the movies either, she would rather just visit with me, which suited me fine :) It's nice to have friends that deteriorate at the same rate you do LOL Nicole is actually nine years younger than me, which I don't think about that often. Tonight she was sporting some impressive eye makeup - very sparkly. Nicole sometimes verges on being a female drag queen. I can't imagine where that influence comes from...
We ended up going to Barley's Tap Room downtown for supper. I had my taste buds all set for Thai food, but then it seems that is pretty much all I want lately. But Nicole wanted pizza, they do make a good one, and I can just about always eat pizza. As it turned out though, neither of us had pizza. She had a Calzone which looked delish, and I had a really delicious mushroom hoagie that I was very impressed with. I usually avoid the place because it is conspicuously young and hip, plus it's really noisy; but we had a quieter table tucked away in a little room, and they had an outstanding number of veggie dishes on the menu that were reasonably priced. As good as my sandwich was tonight, I'll be back.
Nicole caught me up on what was going on with people I hadn't seen in a while. I hadn't seen anyone since her birthday party last September, so there was a good bit to catch up on. I caught her up on family stuff, and Angela's continually growing plans for her wedding. The usual gurl talk.
Afterwards on a whim we decided to go for ice cream. I had related my experience at Yogurt Molehill, and she told me she was inclined to go with my review. Plus she had been craving ice cream. We drove over to Bruster's despite the fact that it was misting rain. We were surprised to find the parking lot full in spite of the rain. They had my favorite flavor they make - Toffee Crunch (yay!), so we got ice cream and headed for the house.
We ate ice cream, smoked, and visited for a while. It's always good to see Nicole.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
A post in which I go see my boys*
I did the double wake-up again this morning, and ended up getting pulled into the internet vortex again for a while. That turned out to be a bad idea. So I ended up being at the house for longer than I intended.
By the time I got free it was really too late for treasures at the flea market, but I needed fruit so I went anyway. This was the first time I had been to the White Horse flea market in quite some time, so I just walked around and took in the changes for a bit. One of the produce stands was just gone. Another was apparently doing well and had put in a floor. The place where a woman had sold 'gourmet' groceries was now an urban fashions clothing store.
There were some interesting things on offer today. I saw a glitter-bespangled Hanna Montana suitcase, and thought to myself that it would be a collector's item in a hundred years or so; but then reflected that a) you'd have to store it all that time; and b) if I bought it I would just have to leave it to Logan anyway, so I left it. There was a selection of African-American bedroom prints, showing a couple in various states of undress in surprisingly intimate positions. Interesting offer for a Sunday morning. It was too late for glass, but I found a navy knit hat to replace the one I messed up in the washer, and a bag of wooden clothes pins. I also got my fruit and some nice avocados. I ran into my friends Tom and David and talked to them for a bit, but of course the minute I saw them my voice just went away. Grrr.
I got home and texted a guy I started talking to last night for a little bit, made some breakfast, and took a nap. Then I changed the sheets and ate a snack before getting cleaned up to go to Russ and Billy's.
Logan was visiting his family, so it was the three of us for supper. We decided to go to Olive Garden since R&B had a gift card for there. I know it is fashionable to look down your nose at Olive Garden, but we had a really good meal there tonight. The service was a little slow, but the food was delicious. I ended up eating my dinner and half of Billy's.
After supper we went by the store to get nummies for dessert. Croissant doughnuts (yum!) and ice cream. We went back to their place, visited and ate sweets. We watched the new Big Bang Theory from last week on TiVo. It was a nice, relaxing evening. I enjoyed seeing them. And I guess I am ready for the new week. I got most of my chores done. All in all, it was a very nice weekend. After last weekend being so busy, it was nice to be more relaxed this weekend.
By the time I got free it was really too late for treasures at the flea market, but I needed fruit so I went anyway. This was the first time I had been to the White Horse flea market in quite some time, so I just walked around and took in the changes for a bit. One of the produce stands was just gone. Another was apparently doing well and had put in a floor. The place where a woman had sold 'gourmet' groceries was now an urban fashions clothing store.
There were some interesting things on offer today. I saw a glitter-bespangled Hanna Montana suitcase, and thought to myself that it would be a collector's item in a hundred years or so; but then reflected that a) you'd have to store it all that time; and b) if I bought it I would just have to leave it to Logan anyway, so I left it. There was a selection of African-American bedroom prints, showing a couple in various states of undress in surprisingly intimate positions. Interesting offer for a Sunday morning. It was too late for glass, but I found a navy knit hat to replace the one I messed up in the washer, and a bag of wooden clothes pins. I also got my fruit and some nice avocados. I ran into my friends Tom and David and talked to them for a bit, but of course the minute I saw them my voice just went away. Grrr.
I got home and texted a guy I started talking to last night for a little bit, made some breakfast, and took a nap. Then I changed the sheets and ate a snack before getting cleaned up to go to Russ and Billy's.
Logan was visiting his family, so it was the three of us for supper. We decided to go to Olive Garden since R&B had a gift card for there. I know it is fashionable to look down your nose at Olive Garden, but we had a really good meal there tonight. The service was a little slow, but the food was delicious. I ended up eating my dinner and half of Billy's.
After supper we went by the store to get nummies for dessert. Croissant doughnuts (yum!) and ice cream. We went back to their place, visited and ate sweets. We watched the new Big Bang Theory from last week on TiVo. It was a nice, relaxing evening. I enjoyed seeing them. And I guess I am ready for the new week. I got most of my chores done. All in all, it was a very nice weekend. After last weekend being so busy, it was nice to be more relaxed this weekend.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
A post in which I am lazy
I was up early this morning with insomnia, and after cruising around online for a while, decided to go get some breakfast. I was very naughty and went out to get hash rounds from Hardee's, which are one of the most delicious things ever. But before I did that, I went by the teller machine (Dana had mentioned going to the flea market this morning), and while I was over there I went by the bakery to get an almond bear claw. I got back home, and was sleepy again after I finished breakfast. I decided to sleep for a while since it was only 7am. I figured I had at least another two hours before Dana was up, so laid back down. But there was no call from Dana. I'm sure she was so worn out from the last couple of weeks of craziness that she just slept. Which was fine. She needed the rest I'm sure. When I did wake up, I felt drug out and tired. These past two weeks of insomnia have really worn me out.
I flooped around for a while, but eventually decided I needed to get something done today. I went to get the oil changed in the car, since that has needed to be done for a while, but has kept getting pushed to the side. It was even more expensive than last time. I have to put synthetic oil in Gracine or I invalidate the warranty. Today's oil change was $72 (!!).
By the time I got out of there I wanted some lunch. I was going by Burger King to get some fish sandwiches (some of the BK's are running them 2 for $4 right now), but the one near my house wasn't running the special, so I just went home and made some veggie burgers. Then it was nap time (did I mention that I'm really drug out?)
I texted the boys and they were having date night tonight, so I decided to get my chores done so I could play tomorrow. I put a pot of Miss Kat's veggie stew on (I had a gorgeous quart of home-canned tomatoes from one of the girls at work and wanted to use them) and started doing laundry. The stew smelled wonderful, but wouldn't thicken up. I was out of tomato paste, as luck would have it. Eventually I just realized I would have to run to the store. While I was there I was inspired to have a junk food dinner (in concert with the plethora of junk food I had eaten all day). I picked up some spinach dip and some pizza rolls. Yummy!
I chatted online for a good while tonight. I really enjoy catching up with the guys on Bear411. So many people have messaged me to ask how I am, or to wish me well and tell me they're glad I'm feeling better. Makes me feel good.
The tomato paste was exactly what the dish needed, and as soon as I added it the stew thickened beautifully into gorgeous deliciousness. It was seriously some of the best tomato sauce I have ever made. So I plated it up for lunches next week and put a bit in the freezer. Although I had already eaten all the junk food I bought, I couldn't resist having a big bowl of it before I turned in. Scrumptious!! I put the last load of laundry in the drier and got ready for bed.
So it was a quiet day. But I've been spending too much money lately anyway, and I think I needed the downtime. It's kind of been a non-stop party thing since I got out of treatment and I guess it's time for things to slow down.
I flooped around for a while, but eventually decided I needed to get something done today. I went to get the oil changed in the car, since that has needed to be done for a while, but has kept getting pushed to the side. It was even more expensive than last time. I have to put synthetic oil in Gracine or I invalidate the warranty. Today's oil change was $72 (!!).
By the time I got out of there I wanted some lunch. I was going by Burger King to get some fish sandwiches (some of the BK's are running them 2 for $4 right now), but the one near my house wasn't running the special, so I just went home and made some veggie burgers. Then it was nap time (did I mention that I'm really drug out?)
I texted the boys and they were having date night tonight, so I decided to get my chores done so I could play tomorrow. I put a pot of Miss Kat's veggie stew on (I had a gorgeous quart of home-canned tomatoes from one of the girls at work and wanted to use them) and started doing laundry. The stew smelled wonderful, but wouldn't thicken up. I was out of tomato paste, as luck would have it. Eventually I just realized I would have to run to the store. While I was there I was inspired to have a junk food dinner (in concert with the plethora of junk food I had eaten all day). I picked up some spinach dip and some pizza rolls. Yummy!
I chatted online for a good while tonight. I really enjoy catching up with the guys on Bear411. So many people have messaged me to ask how I am, or to wish me well and tell me they're glad I'm feeling better. Makes me feel good.
The tomato paste was exactly what the dish needed, and as soon as I added it the stew thickened beautifully into gorgeous deliciousness. It was seriously some of the best tomato sauce I have ever made. So I plated it up for lunches next week and put a bit in the freezer. Although I had already eaten all the junk food I bought, I couldn't resist having a big bowl of it before I turned in. Scrumptious!! I put the last load of laundry in the drier and got ready for bed.
So it was a quiet day. But I've been spending too much money lately anyway, and I think I needed the downtime. It's kind of been a non-stop party thing since I got out of treatment and I guess it's time for things to slow down.
Friday, March 9, 2012
A post in which things calm down a bit
Today was a lot more quiet than yesterday. Alan is still out of the office, but I was able to get most of his changes in place and sent the stuff to him. I didn't hear back, so I'm taking that as a good sign.
Miss Kat sent me a text to tell me to come on over tonight, and so I went to visit her and Dana after work. We ordered pizza and just visited. It was a nice evening.
Miss Kat sent me a text to tell me to come on over tonight, and so I went to visit her and Dana after work. We ordered pizza and just visited. It was a nice evening.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
A post in which I get a new computer
As one of two newly-elected co-secretaries of the Kindred, I am responsible for putting my notes into an organized synopsis of minutes for the Sunday meeting. Ordinarily that would be no problem, but month end has been particularly crazy this month. We had the usual month end madness, plus:
- a complete change in the presentation for the manager's meeting
- Alan was presenting this month, which he doesn't usually do
- it was quarter end
- the first audit for 2012 started, with a new auditing firm
- the semi-annual torture of the credit insurance renewal process started, for both the US and Canada (I was doing Canada numbers for this for the first time for insurance)
So generally the last week or so has just been a big ole hoot 'n a holler for yours truly.
Additionally I had a doctor's appointment today. My blood is hanging in there at 3.6, about twice as thin as they want it. I knew there was a thin person in my struggling to get out. He gave me terrible indigestion. After I saw the doc and he lowered my Coumadin dosage again, I went back to see the nurses in the chemo area. Cassie barely recognized me because I hadn't been in there in two weeks, and have so much more hair than the last time she saw me. It was good to see them all. They all petted my hair :)
I had planned to just take my lunch hour and organize everything today, but just as I started making some progress they came to give me a new computer. Oy. Now I really needed a new computer; but because I do a lot of stuff that no one else here does, it is always an issue trying to settle in and get everything working again. I was smart enough to get one of my software packages loaded while the guy was still at my desk because that takes a network administrator's approval, which I don't have.
Afterwards he moved on, and I sat down to start back, only to realize that I no longer had access to two key drives that I access to do my job. When I explained this to him, he started in with IT stuff about needed the address and exact title of the drives, etc. Now I am not a tecchie. As far as I know after I hit the switch magic makes the computer work. He then referred me to the (lack of) help desk. Fortunately I was able to get the addresses needed, and eventually got the drive access restored. It only took 2.5 hours (!!). This is why I loathe to change machines.
By the time I got it all straightened out it was really too late to take any time to do personal stuff. I finished up the work day and headed home.
I had planned to cook some of Miss Kat's veggie stew tonight, but by the time I got out of the office I just felt all frazzled out and too wiped out to cook. I did go home and put a load of laundry in (I wanted to wash my new lovely orange-y hoodie in time for the weekend) and put a frozen pizza in the oven. I had thought that because my blood was so thin I'd stop and get a salad tonight, but I decided just to eat the garlic bread I had planned on eating with the salad. The pizza was most disappointing. It was supposed to be a cilantro pesto pizza, but for some reason they had put a bunch of peppers in the sauce. It was really pretty spicy-hot, and not at all what I wanted or expected. It would have been nice to have a little warning... I won't be buying that again.
While I was futzing around, Dana called. She asked if she could come over, and I said sure. Her pending visit actually inspired me to do a couple of little chores I had planned to do tonight, but which I would probably have procrastinated about otherwise.
When she arrived she was quite upset. She's been working a punishing schedule for the last couple of weeks and Miss Kat has been out of town this week, so I know she's been having a rough time. All I could do was hug her and tell her it would be OK. Although I was of course sorry she was upset it was nice to do something for Dana. She has done so much for me, and I love her so much. We visited and talked for a while, and when she left she seemed to feel better. I hope she did.
I was wiped out. I ate 16-18 pounds of food, brushed my teeth, and turned in. I am SO ready for the weekend.
- a complete change in the presentation for the manager's meeting
- Alan was presenting this month, which he doesn't usually do
- it was quarter end
- the first audit for 2012 started, with a new auditing firm
- the semi-annual torture of the credit insurance renewal process started, for both the US and Canada (I was doing Canada numbers for this for the first time for insurance)
So generally the last week or so has just been a big ole hoot 'n a holler for yours truly.
Additionally I had a doctor's appointment today. My blood is hanging in there at 3.6, about twice as thin as they want it. I knew there was a thin person in my struggling to get out. He gave me terrible indigestion. After I saw the doc and he lowered my Coumadin dosage again, I went back to see the nurses in the chemo area. Cassie barely recognized me because I hadn't been in there in two weeks, and have so much more hair than the last time she saw me. It was good to see them all. They all petted my hair :)
I had planned to just take my lunch hour and organize everything today, but just as I started making some progress they came to give me a new computer. Oy. Now I really needed a new computer; but because I do a lot of stuff that no one else here does, it is always an issue trying to settle in and get everything working again. I was smart enough to get one of my software packages loaded while the guy was still at my desk because that takes a network administrator's approval, which I don't have.
Afterwards he moved on, and I sat down to start back, only to realize that I no longer had access to two key drives that I access to do my job. When I explained this to him, he started in with IT stuff about needed the address and exact title of the drives, etc. Now I am not a tecchie. As far as I know after I hit the switch magic makes the computer work. He then referred me to the (lack of) help desk. Fortunately I was able to get the addresses needed, and eventually got the drive access restored. It only took 2.5 hours (!!). This is why I loathe to change machines.
By the time I got it all straightened out it was really too late to take any time to do personal stuff. I finished up the work day and headed home.
I had planned to cook some of Miss Kat's veggie stew tonight, but by the time I got out of the office I just felt all frazzled out and too wiped out to cook. I did go home and put a load of laundry in (I wanted to wash my new lovely orange-y hoodie in time for the weekend) and put a frozen pizza in the oven. I had thought that because my blood was so thin I'd stop and get a salad tonight, but I decided just to eat the garlic bread I had planned on eating with the salad. The pizza was most disappointing. It was supposed to be a cilantro pesto pizza, but for some reason they had put a bunch of peppers in the sauce. It was really pretty spicy-hot, and not at all what I wanted or expected. It would have been nice to have a little warning... I won't be buying that again.
While I was futzing around, Dana called. She asked if she could come over, and I said sure. Her pending visit actually inspired me to do a couple of little chores I had planned to do tonight, but which I would probably have procrastinated about otherwise.
When she arrived she was quite upset. She's been working a punishing schedule for the last couple of weeks and Miss Kat has been out of town this week, so I know she's been having a rough time. All I could do was hug her and tell her it would be OK. Although I was of course sorry she was upset it was nice to do something for Dana. She has done so much for me, and I love her so much. We visited and talked for a while, and when she left she seemed to feel better. I hope she did.
I was wiped out. I ate 16-18 pounds of food, brushed my teeth, and turned in. I am SO ready for the weekend.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
A post in which I go out to dinner with Dad
Eve called me yesterday to put off dinner until tonight. She is out of town, and wanted to make sure Dad got out of bed (he doesn't always bother these days). I decided to wait until 2pm or so to call him, which I did. I also offered him the choice of places to eat. I figured that would be a refreshing change, since he seldom gets to decide what he wants to eat, and Eve generally makes the decision about 9:30am or so.
When I got to the house he was ready, although he was napping and I had to get him up to get him to the door. When I asked him what he wanted to eat, it seemed that he was just completely flummoxed. He hadn't had to decide what he wanted in so long, it just seemed to shut him down. He finally asked me, again, what I wanted, and when I suggested seafood he seemed relieved to have the suggestion. (He had mentioned Mexican, and while I would have loved it, there had been a critter-call at work today about left-over Mexican in the conference room. I had eaten a gorgeous and huge plate of nachos, but figured I really didn't need that twice in one day.) While were discussing that, there was a big *thud* outside the house. Dad thought there had been a bad accident (they live on a busy road), but when we walked outside no wreck was in evidence.
We were about to walk back in the house when I noticed that the mailbox was gone. Someone had swerved off the road, hit the ditch hard enough to knock a chunk out of the drainage pipe that ran under the driveway, hit the mailbox hard enough to take it off the post and rip the wheel-well out of the car, and apparently never stopped.
"It was a bunch of dirty Mexicans with no insurance!" Dad said. And I'm standing there thinking What the bloody hell?! Sometimes he just pulls things out of his head and I have no idea where they come from. I mean, we didn't see the car. There weren't even any tire tracks. I decided just to let it go. We got in the car and headed out for dinner, checking driveways and parking lots on the way, but didn't see anyone with a wrecked car stopping to change a tire. I remarked to Dad that I wished I knew what kind of tires they had. Those had to be good tires.
We ended up at Red Lobster for dinner. Dad likes it, and the food is pretty good. It's an old people place. I was able to jolly him out of his feisty mood after he called a guy about putting up a new mailbox. We enjoyed dinner, but he didn't eat very much. I ended up eating more of his dinner than he did.
Afterwards we went back to the house and visited for a while. I was a little worried things might not go as smoothly with Eve not there - she tends to fill in any possible gaps in the conversation, but it was fine. Dad and I have a greater appreciation of each other than we have before. In the middle of dinner, out of the blue, he stopped to say "I just want you to know how proud I am of the man you have become. I tell people all the time how proud I am of you." Wow. Heady stuff. And I never thought I would hear the like.
When I got to the house he was ready, although he was napping and I had to get him up to get him to the door. When I asked him what he wanted to eat, it seemed that he was just completely flummoxed. He hadn't had to decide what he wanted in so long, it just seemed to shut him down. He finally asked me, again, what I wanted, and when I suggested seafood he seemed relieved to have the suggestion. (He had mentioned Mexican, and while I would have loved it, there had been a critter-call at work today about left-over Mexican in the conference room. I had eaten a gorgeous and huge plate of nachos, but figured I really didn't need that twice in one day.) While were discussing that, there was a big *thud* outside the house. Dad thought there had been a bad accident (they live on a busy road), but when we walked outside no wreck was in evidence.
We were about to walk back in the house when I noticed that the mailbox was gone. Someone had swerved off the road, hit the ditch hard enough to knock a chunk out of the drainage pipe that ran under the driveway, hit the mailbox hard enough to take it off the post and rip the wheel-well out of the car, and apparently never stopped.
"It was a bunch of dirty Mexicans with no insurance!" Dad said. And I'm standing there thinking What the bloody hell?! Sometimes he just pulls things out of his head and I have no idea where they come from. I mean, we didn't see the car. There weren't even any tire tracks. I decided just to let it go. We got in the car and headed out for dinner, checking driveways and parking lots on the way, but didn't see anyone with a wrecked car stopping to change a tire. I remarked to Dad that I wished I knew what kind of tires they had. Those had to be good tires.
We ended up at Red Lobster for dinner. Dad likes it, and the food is pretty good. It's an old people place. I was able to jolly him out of his feisty mood after he called a guy about putting up a new mailbox. We enjoyed dinner, but he didn't eat very much. I ended up eating more of his dinner than he did.
Afterwards we went back to the house and visited for a while. I was a little worried things might not go as smoothly with Eve not there - she tends to fill in any possible gaps in the conversation, but it was fine. Dad and I have a greater appreciation of each other than we have before. In the middle of dinner, out of the blue, he stopped to say "I just want you to know how proud I am of the man you have become. I tell people all the time how proud I am of you." Wow. Heady stuff. And I never thought I would hear the like.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
A post in which I go to Target
I heard from Eve today, and she put off our weekly supper until tomorrow night. She'll be out of town visiting cousins in Florida, but she wanted me to come perk Dad up and give him a reason to get out of bed. He'll be batching it this week, and I'm sure enjoying the peace, but he does need to get up and around.
I haven't shopped at Target very much because HRC has been in a kerfuffle with them. But I've been conflicted about it because Tony works there, and because James works there. He's in the management program. I stopped there on the way to James's birthday party the other week though, and when he saw that his card came from there, he thanked me for supporting his 401k. When I told him I don't shop there much because of the controversy, he pointed out that he works there and that they offer domestic partner benefits (which I did not know). So after thinking about it, I decided to go, partially to spend money I didn't have, and partially because Eve had texted me last week that they had Rubbermaid containers there. I was searching for the elusive 3-cup container, but alas was no more successful there than I have been anywhere else. There are tons of disposables in that size (so they have to know that size is what people want!), but the only durable they offer in that size is a sandwich holder. I don't get it.
I did, however, find several other things I wanted. I found a really nice Hanes zip hoodie in a beautiful orange-y, rusty, pumpkin-y color that was on clearance for $7.24. At that price I really just couldn't leave it. I bought some 2-cup containers because the ones I have now look grotty. I also found some underwear on sale and bought that, although their stocks of knit boxers were notably low. I didn't find any packaged knit boxers in my size in the whole store. They of course had every other kind in my size, but I don't wear any other kind any more. The ones I bought were boring, but they'll be comfy, they are suitable for *ahem* entertaining, and I'm trying to get the cartoon boxers weeded out of my underwear little by little. I just think I'm too old for them now. I am spoiled for buying underwear three pairs for five dollars at the jockey lot though (back in the day) and so I just won't pay $12-$15 a pair for underwear. I don't pay that for pants if I can help it, for heavens sake.
I have to say that any lingering doubts I had about this being a politically correct place to shop were alleviated. The place was just bustin' with homos. The guy that checked me out was super nice too.
I also bought Cindy's birthday card. After talking to Russ, Eve, and Lynn about it, I've just decided to send one. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I didn't get a fancy one, and it certainly isn't a gushy one that talks about how she's always there for me, but it says happy birthday. She is turning 40 this year.
By the time I got home, I was hungry. I heated up the last of the yummy taters, watched some telly, and chatted online for a while. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy talking to the guys on Bear411. And if the only guys who want to marry me are a thousand miles away, well then at least someone is interested right? I virtuously declined to hook up tonight, and turned in.
Before I did that though, I finally got registered for Bear Hunt Crusade in May. Yay!! There had been problems with the website, but when I signed in under another browser I was able to register. Good thing too. When I called the hotel, they told me they were almost sold out of rooms for the run. I got one though, and it's ocean front too. Nice :) After thinking about staying with a friend of mine, I decided to get my own room. I heard from a really nice guy I met last year online, and he'll be at the Hunt again this year. I would really enjoy spending some time with him. I decided that I didn't want any impediments to that.
I haven't shopped at Target very much because HRC has been in a kerfuffle with them. But I've been conflicted about it because Tony works there, and because James works there. He's in the management program. I stopped there on the way to James's birthday party the other week though, and when he saw that his card came from there, he thanked me for supporting his 401k. When I told him I don't shop there much because of the controversy, he pointed out that he works there and that they offer domestic partner benefits (which I did not know). So after thinking about it, I decided to go, partially to spend money I didn't have, and partially because Eve had texted me last week that they had Rubbermaid containers there. I was searching for the elusive 3-cup container, but alas was no more successful there than I have been anywhere else. There are tons of disposables in that size (so they have to know that size is what people want!), but the only durable they offer in that size is a sandwich holder. I don't get it.
I did, however, find several other things I wanted. I found a really nice Hanes zip hoodie in a beautiful orange-y, rusty, pumpkin-y color that was on clearance for $7.24. At that price I really just couldn't leave it. I bought some 2-cup containers because the ones I have now look grotty. I also found some underwear on sale and bought that, although their stocks of knit boxers were notably low. I didn't find any packaged knit boxers in my size in the whole store. They of course had every other kind in my size, but I don't wear any other kind any more. The ones I bought were boring, but they'll be comfy, they are suitable for *ahem* entertaining, and I'm trying to get the cartoon boxers weeded out of my underwear little by little. I just think I'm too old for them now. I am spoiled for buying underwear three pairs for five dollars at the jockey lot though (back in the day) and so I just won't pay $12-$15 a pair for underwear. I don't pay that for pants if I can help it, for heavens sake.
I have to say that any lingering doubts I had about this being a politically correct place to shop were alleviated. The place was just bustin' with homos. The guy that checked me out was super nice too.
I also bought Cindy's birthday card. After talking to Russ, Eve, and Lynn about it, I've just decided to send one. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I didn't get a fancy one, and it certainly isn't a gushy one that talks about how she's always there for me, but it says happy birthday. She is turning 40 this year.
By the time I got home, I was hungry. I heated up the last of the yummy taters, watched some telly, and chatted online for a while. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy talking to the guys on Bear411. And if the only guys who want to marry me are a thousand miles away, well then at least someone is interested right? I virtuously declined to hook up tonight, and turned in.
Before I did that though, I finally got registered for Bear Hunt Crusade in May. Yay!! There had been problems with the website, but when I signed in under another browser I was able to register. Good thing too. When I called the hotel, they told me they were almost sold out of rooms for the run. I got one though, and it's ocean front too. Nice :) After thinking about staying with a friend of mine, I decided to get my own room. I heard from a really nice guy I met last year online, and he'll be at the Hunt again this year. I would really enjoy spending some time with him. I decided that I didn't want any impediments to that.
Monday, March 5, 2012
A post in which it is Monday
It was a stressful Monday. I was trying to coordinate four different sections of the new presentation, Alan was on a plane for most of the day, and then when he got off he was too busy to review the work I had shed a small section of my sanity to get completed. I called him before I left, and he looked it over and said I could go home. Thank goodness. It was a long day.
In other news, I got a hold of the Cancer Center, and they made me an appointment with the surgeon for next week to talk about getting this *&^^%$$#!! port out. Of course I was supposed to see him last week, but I suppose better late than never.
When I got home, I didn't feel like doing much of anything, so I didn't. I usually try to reserve Monday as a veg day.
In other news, I got a hold of the Cancer Center, and they made me an appointment with the surgeon for next week to talk about getting this *&^^%$$#!! port out. Of course I was supposed to see him last week, but I suppose better late than never.
When I got home, I didn't feel like doing much of anything, so I didn't. I usually try to reserve Monday as a veg day.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
A post in which we have a business meeting*
So today was the long-awaited Kindred business meeting. I was up at 5:30 or so, and just decided that rather than lay there I'd go ahead and get up to get ready. That way I figured Rhonda and I would have time for coffee. I love it when she stays over. I did disturb her putting in a load of laundry, but she went back to sleep.
When it was time to get her up, she went to the bathroom for her remarkably abbreviated toilette while I made coffee. It is disconcerting to me that it takes her so much less time than me to get ready, and yet she still comes out looking like herself.
I wore my new pants today and was a vision in caramel. I garnered many compliments on the ensemble, so I'll have to wear it again. We did have time for coffee and a bit of a chat, but before it seemed like time, it was time to shift it. We got to the house only about 10 minutes late, but were still the last to arrive.
After more coffee and biscuits, things got underway. We had only three hours to cover the agenda because Lynn had a flight to catch. We covered most of it. We didn't always agree, but I was surprised how after some discussion, most things passed unanimously. Emotions ran high, and it wasn't always a pleasant proceeding, but we cleared the air and got some things resolved that really needed resolving. Lori and I are co-secretaries. We both took minutes so we could compare notes later and make sure that we got everything.
As Lady Beth ran Lynn to the airport, we relaxed and then made plans to have lunch at Stax Omega. Yum. I really wanted something fried, but didn't want fish, so I settled for the usual; one of their incomparable omelets. I got to sit beside Wilenda (yay!), who hadn't eaten there before. It took a while for us to get through the meal, but no one was in a hurry.
By the time we were finished with lunch though, everyone was pretty wiped out. The combination of all the emotions and the early morning had taken a toll. The out of towners left to go home, and I dropped off Rhonda and went home for a nap. I didn't actually end up taking one though.
I was sucked into the internet vortex and ended up having a buddy come by for a while. I really need to slow down with that. I guess it's natural that I would kind of 'make up for lost time' now that everything is functional again, but it's time to back off a bit. I think today showed me that.
I took the rest of the evening easy, heated up some yummy taters for supper, and turned in. Tomorrow there is still a lot to do at work.
When it was time to get her up, she went to the bathroom for her remarkably abbreviated toilette while I made coffee. It is disconcerting to me that it takes her so much less time than me to get ready, and yet she still comes out looking like herself.
I wore my new pants today and was a vision in caramel. I garnered many compliments on the ensemble, so I'll have to wear it again. We did have time for coffee and a bit of a chat, but before it seemed like time, it was time to shift it. We got to the house only about 10 minutes late, but were still the last to arrive.
After more coffee and biscuits, things got underway. We had only three hours to cover the agenda because Lynn had a flight to catch. We covered most of it. We didn't always agree, but I was surprised how after some discussion, most things passed unanimously. Emotions ran high, and it wasn't always a pleasant proceeding, but we cleared the air and got some things resolved that really needed resolving. Lori and I are co-secretaries. We both took minutes so we could compare notes later and make sure that we got everything.
As Lady Beth ran Lynn to the airport, we relaxed and then made plans to have lunch at Stax Omega. Yum. I really wanted something fried, but didn't want fish, so I settled for the usual; one of their incomparable omelets. I got to sit beside Wilenda (yay!), who hadn't eaten there before. It took a while for us to get through the meal, but no one was in a hurry.
By the time we were finished with lunch though, everyone was pretty wiped out. The combination of all the emotions and the early morning had taken a toll. The out of towners left to go home, and I dropped off Rhonda and went home for a nap. I didn't actually end up taking one though.
I was sucked into the internet vortex and ended up having a buddy come by for a while. I really need to slow down with that. I guess it's natural that I would kind of 'make up for lost time' now that everything is functional again, but it's time to back off a bit. I think today showed me that.
I took the rest of the evening easy, heated up some yummy taters for supper, and turned in. Tomorrow there is still a lot to do at work.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
A post in which we have an induction
I knew today would be a busy day, so I was up and at it. When I got up, I started working on taters. I scalloped 5lbs of redskin potatoes for tonight in a rosemary garlic cream sauce. That was how I used Wilenda's rosemary this year. She brings it to us every year tied up in little Christmas/solstice ornaments and then after the holidays I usually make it into scalloped potatoes. I felt like doing something a bit special for Wilenda. I try to show her a little extra love because I think she needs it.
I started making the taters, and then got mad at myself. You should really use baking potatoes for this recipe, because the starch cooks out of them and thickens the sauce. But when I was at the store, redskins were on sale and I got those. So my sauce wasn't doing what I wanted it to do, despite my cooking the potatoes until they were falling apart. I was thinking why the hell did I go cheap? Tonight is a rare family function. I should have sprung for the extra two bucks for heaven's sake. But it was too late now. They tasted good, but the sauce was too thin, and the potatoes were a bit unevenly done because I had tripled the recipe.
After that I was futzing around the house trying to get a few things done because I knew I wouldn't have the time or the inclination tomorrow, and because I had lunch out with Dad, Eve, Lisa, Cole, and Ava today. I chatted online for a bit today, and inadvertently got my webcam to work. Well with one site anyway. That was interesting.
I was in mid-futz when Eve called me about noon. "Can you come on to lunch now?" she asked. Well no I couldn't. Lisa wasn't supposed to be here until 11:30am, and since the purpose of the trip was for Ava to see the baby goats at a friend of my dad's, I hadn't counted on hearing from them that early. I thought I wasn't going to get to see them, but they changed the plans and went on to the farm, so I got cleaned up and headed over to Dad's house to wait for their return.
It ended up that Eve and I met them at Mr. Salsa. I had eaten there before a long time ago. The food was good. Ava was charged up about seeing the goats, but she wasn't feeling terribly well. She's had the flu, and has been running a mystery fever periodically. It went up again last night to 102.5, and Lisa had to take her to the doctor this morning, which was why they were running late. So we ate, but Ava didn't. By the end of the meal, it was obvious she wasn't feeling well again, and it was time to go.
I bundled Eve off with them to go back to the house and went to pick up Rhonda. We ran back to my place to change and pick up the taters before heading to Spartanburg for the induction. I was patting myself on the back for getting today organized despite all I had to do when Russ called. He wanted me to come by their place to get the induction gifts for Rob and Jo Ann so I could take them on to get them signed before the ceremony. Crap. Fortunately I had the time to do it. Just. I just had to forgo my private visit-with-Rhondee time.
Tonight we inducted Rob, Jo Anne, Petal, and Marty to the Kindred. It was a lovely ceremony, and the energy was very strong. We closed the circle and I was swaying in the power rolling off of everyone. It was really cool. We felt cohesive in a way we haven't been since I've been in the Kindred. We presented the postulates with their gifts from the family. Petal received a hand made double-forked wand with crystals, stones, and braided doeskin. Marty got a really nice hand-carved staff. We had all handled the gifts to imbue them with some family energy. Jo Ann received a really nice knife as our Lady Warrior. There was a plaque that allowed her to hang it on the wall, and we all signed and wrote stuff on the back of the plaque. Rob got a beautiful hand made leather-bound journal, which seemed appropriate since he has come out of himself and written such in-depth emails for his updates for the last year. We had all written a little something in the opening pages of the book.
After the presentation and induction, Lady Beth came around and re-affirmed us all individually by saying a little bit about what we meant to her. It was very touching, and I was very moved. She saved Rhonda for last. When she talked about Rhonda taking care of me and growing so much over the last couple of years, Rhonda was crying and truthfully there wasn't a dry eye in the house. I think I cried more over what she said about Rhonda than I did over what she said about me. It was really a beautiful way to close the ceremony.
Next was supper, and the food was delicious! Lady Beth had made some excellent pasta, and even better sent the veggie pasta home with me. Yummy! The potatoes seemed to go over well. Billy made his onion pies, and I have to say they were the best he has ever made. Everything was delicious, and I pretty much ate until I couldn't move.
After the meal the pledges presented their service projects. Rob and Jo Ann brought little drums with the Kindred symbol on them. Marty and Petal had made customized medicine bags for each of us, complete with DVDs telling us how they were put together, and why each element was in our bag. They were very cool.
When it was all over, we relaxed and hung out for a while, just enjoying each other's company. But we had a very early morning tomorrow - we had to be back at Lady Beth's at 9am (!!), so people started peeling off relatively early. I took Rhonda home, made up the sofa for her, and we went to bed.
I started making the taters, and then got mad at myself. You should really use baking potatoes for this recipe, because the starch cooks out of them and thickens the sauce. But when I was at the store, redskins were on sale and I got those. So my sauce wasn't doing what I wanted it to do, despite my cooking the potatoes until they were falling apart. I was thinking why the hell did I go cheap? Tonight is a rare family function. I should have sprung for the extra two bucks for heaven's sake. But it was too late now. They tasted good, but the sauce was too thin, and the potatoes were a bit unevenly done because I had tripled the recipe.
After that I was futzing around the house trying to get a few things done because I knew I wouldn't have the time or the inclination tomorrow, and because I had lunch out with Dad, Eve, Lisa, Cole, and Ava today. I chatted online for a bit today, and inadvertently got my webcam to work. Well with one site anyway. That was interesting.
I was in mid-futz when Eve called me about noon. "Can you come on to lunch now?" she asked. Well no I couldn't. Lisa wasn't supposed to be here until 11:30am, and since the purpose of the trip was for Ava to see the baby goats at a friend of my dad's, I hadn't counted on hearing from them that early. I thought I wasn't going to get to see them, but they changed the plans and went on to the farm, so I got cleaned up and headed over to Dad's house to wait for their return.
It ended up that Eve and I met them at Mr. Salsa. I had eaten there before a long time ago. The food was good. Ava was charged up about seeing the goats, but she wasn't feeling terribly well. She's had the flu, and has been running a mystery fever periodically. It went up again last night to 102.5, and Lisa had to take her to the doctor this morning, which was why they were running late. So we ate, but Ava didn't. By the end of the meal, it was obvious she wasn't feeling well again, and it was time to go.
I bundled Eve off with them to go back to the house and went to pick up Rhonda. We ran back to my place to change and pick up the taters before heading to Spartanburg for the induction. I was patting myself on the back for getting today organized despite all I had to do when Russ called. He wanted me to come by their place to get the induction gifts for Rob and Jo Ann so I could take them on to get them signed before the ceremony. Crap. Fortunately I had the time to do it. Just. I just had to forgo my private visit-with-Rhondee time.
Tonight we inducted Rob, Jo Anne, Petal, and Marty to the Kindred. It was a lovely ceremony, and the energy was very strong. We closed the circle and I was swaying in the power rolling off of everyone. It was really cool. We felt cohesive in a way we haven't been since I've been in the Kindred. We presented the postulates with their gifts from the family. Petal received a hand made double-forked wand with crystals, stones, and braided doeskin. Marty got a really nice hand-carved staff. We had all handled the gifts to imbue them with some family energy. Jo Ann received a really nice knife as our Lady Warrior. There was a plaque that allowed her to hang it on the wall, and we all signed and wrote stuff on the back of the plaque. Rob got a beautiful hand made leather-bound journal, which seemed appropriate since he has come out of himself and written such in-depth emails for his updates for the last year. We had all written a little something in the opening pages of the book.
After the presentation and induction, Lady Beth came around and re-affirmed us all individually by saying a little bit about what we meant to her. It was very touching, and I was very moved. She saved Rhonda for last. When she talked about Rhonda taking care of me and growing so much over the last couple of years, Rhonda was crying and truthfully there wasn't a dry eye in the house. I think I cried more over what she said about Rhonda than I did over what she said about me. It was really a beautiful way to close the ceremony.
Next was supper, and the food was delicious! Lady Beth had made some excellent pasta, and even better sent the veggie pasta home with me. Yummy! The potatoes seemed to go over well. Billy made his onion pies, and I have to say they were the best he has ever made. Everything was delicious, and I pretty much ate until I couldn't move.
After the meal the pledges presented their service projects. Rob and Jo Ann brought little drums with the Kindred symbol on them. Marty and Petal had made customized medicine bags for each of us, complete with DVDs telling us how they were put together, and why each element was in our bag. They were very cool.
When it was all over, we relaxed and hung out for a while, just enjoying each other's company. But we had a very early morning tomorrow - we had to be back at Lady Beth's at 9am (!!), so people started peeling off relatively early. I took Rhonda home, made up the sofa for her, and we went to bed.
Friday, March 2, 2012
A post in which I go out with Rhondee
It was a stressful day. The entire presentation has been changed, and I was trying to get everything I could before Alan is out of the office for the next week and a half. We also had credit insurance renewal due, and the quarterly audit - with a new auditing service yet. Sheesh. By the end of the day I was SO ready to go.
When I got off work though, I didn't want to go home, although I really should have gone home and rested. I have a very busy weekend ahead. Although I'm going to see the Kindred, I've been kind of dreading it in a way because my whole weekend has been eaten up, and because the business meeting on Sunday is bound to grow contentious and emotions will run high. Still, it's something we need to do to get us moving forward.
In the meantime though, it was Friday night, and I had just gotten paid (although admittedly I have been spending some serious $$ for the last couple o' weeks, and it was pretty much spent before I got it). I wanted to take Rhondee out, so I called her and rousted her to get ready.
I was really craving nasty Chinese buffet-style 'coconut' shrimp, so we headed to Hibachi Grill & Buffet on Woodruff Road. It's a place I'm not crazy about, but the last time I was there they had the shrimp I wanted, and it was near some places I wanted to run in afterwards. Of course they didn't have the one dish I went there for tonight, but we had an acceptable meal anyway, and I got some chat time with Rhonda, which is always nice.
After supper we went in Bed Bath & Beyond. I have been looking around for some new plasticware to take my lunch in. I'm tired of the disposable containers, and they make me feel environmentally irresponsible. If they were recyclable, I would just take them to be recycled, but they aren't a code that we recycle in Greenville County. I was no more successful at BB&B than I was at Garden Ridge. Dammit. There were almost no storage containers on offer, and the ones that were there I didn't like.
Rhonda and I still had a good rummage about. I bought some spoons and sent them home with Rhonda for Tony. Rhonda loves little tiny cutlery, and when she bought the flatware for their house, she bought tiny stuff. I was over there the other night, and there is Tony, who is 21 now, about 6'4", and has hands like large pizzas, trying to manoeuvre this tiny spoon to eat his supper. I thought it would be nice for him to have some people-size spoons.
We pretty much closed the place down, and afterwards I took Rhonda out for gelato. She loves it, and so when I'm out now, I'm always scouting for it. Tonight I took her to Tony's New York Style Pizzeria. It's a little place I found a couple of weeks ago by accident, but the pizza was great, and the gelato looked impressive. It didn't disappoint. Rhonda recognized the name of the place that make the gelato locally, although I didn't. She was tickled, and the gelato was excellent. I love doing little nice things for her.
Afterwards I took her home, had a smoke, and headed home myself. I have a good, but busy, weekend ahead. I had a sweet text from Tony thanking me for the spoons right before I turned in. It was a nice way to end the day :)
When I got off work though, I didn't want to go home, although I really should have gone home and rested. I have a very busy weekend ahead. Although I'm going to see the Kindred, I've been kind of dreading it in a way because my whole weekend has been eaten up, and because the business meeting on Sunday is bound to grow contentious and emotions will run high. Still, it's something we need to do to get us moving forward.
In the meantime though, it was Friday night, and I had just gotten paid (although admittedly I have been spending some serious $$ for the last couple o' weeks, and it was pretty much spent before I got it). I wanted to take Rhondee out, so I called her and rousted her to get ready.
I was really craving nasty Chinese buffet-style 'coconut' shrimp, so we headed to Hibachi Grill & Buffet on Woodruff Road. It's a place I'm not crazy about, but the last time I was there they had the shrimp I wanted, and it was near some places I wanted to run in afterwards. Of course they didn't have the one dish I went there for tonight, but we had an acceptable meal anyway, and I got some chat time with Rhonda, which is always nice.
After supper we went in Bed Bath & Beyond. I have been looking around for some new plasticware to take my lunch in. I'm tired of the disposable containers, and they make me feel environmentally irresponsible. If they were recyclable, I would just take them to be recycled, but they aren't a code that we recycle in Greenville County. I was no more successful at BB&B than I was at Garden Ridge. Dammit. There were almost no storage containers on offer, and the ones that were there I didn't like.
Rhonda and I still had a good rummage about. I bought some spoons and sent them home with Rhonda for Tony. Rhonda loves little tiny cutlery, and when she bought the flatware for their house, she bought tiny stuff. I was over there the other night, and there is Tony, who is 21 now, about 6'4", and has hands like large pizzas, trying to manoeuvre this tiny spoon to eat his supper. I thought it would be nice for him to have some people-size spoons.
We pretty much closed the place down, and afterwards I took Rhonda out for gelato. She loves it, and so when I'm out now, I'm always scouting for it. Tonight I took her to Tony's New York Style Pizzeria. It's a little place I found a couple of weeks ago by accident, but the pizza was great, and the gelato looked impressive. It didn't disappoint. Rhonda recognized the name of the place that make the gelato locally, although I didn't. She was tickled, and the gelato was excellent. I love doing little nice things for her.
Afterwards I took her home, had a smoke, and headed home myself. I have a good, but busy, weekend ahead. I had a sweet text from Tony thanking me for the spoons right before I turned in. It was a nice way to end the day :)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
