Friday Chatter
I suppose I'm officially approaching middle age now. I just scheduled my first mammogram. No more deluding myself. Osteporosis, arthritis & alzhiemer's are only a moment away! LOL Granny support hose, orthopedic shoes & elastic waistband pants. Those little strip shaped pill boxes with flaps for am, pm & prn doses- all filled to the brim. How did so much time go by?! And how did my once tiny, cute, roly poly son morph into a six foot tall young man?
Nearly done with my Christmas shopping & wrapping. Cards mailed two days ago. Eight of which have been returned due to size restrictions. The post office claims they're too small. I mailed thirty+. Where are the rest of them? They were all dropped into the bin at the same time in the same facility. Did the others escape? Were they eaten by the sorting machines? Does it really matter in this age of ecards?
Visited with my buddy Frank at his current place of employment & promised to get together for a beer & chili next month. Frank works for a big box book chain & won't return to the bosom of humanity until after black season (otherwise known as the Christmas shopping & return season). His mom is ill & needs surgery next month, please offer up a prayer or two that all will go well for her. I've really missed Frank. He's fun to talk to, likes jazz, baseball,reading & art movies.
The children are home AGAIN due to amazing volume of snow & sleet & ice we had last night. NOT. Two inches of slush, max. It is cold & windy but then, it's December. It ought to be cold & windy. Two hour delay would've been plenty. However, here they sit pleased as punch. Home again, second day this week.
Still working on Galileo's Daughter by Dava Sobel. Managing five to six pages a day, roughly. It isn't light reading, but has certainly opened my eyes to the outlook & mores of his time as well as his own personal struggles regarding patronage, his health & caring for his family.
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*ack* don't mention "middle aged." Somewhere around 37 my mother started tell me I was middle aged. "It's down hill from here." Like I wanted to hear that when I was 7 months pregnant with my first child--LOL.
I kept mentioning "I'm 40" last night in conversation with a friend. I don't know why. I'm not necessarily proud of the fact. It just seemed appropriate during the discussion.
Good on ya, Amanda, for the mammorgram.
My kids lamented no snow days this week. I did, too, until I came home to a quiet house with my steamy White Chocolate Mocha. Made getting up and out worth it. Monday is supposed to be a high of 58. Fall? Winter? I suppose it's technically still fall so we shouldn't complain. But when did that ever stop anyone??
Jen
It's kinda scary, realizing you're old enough for all of "those tests." And I do enjoy returning to a quiet home.
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