Did you ever have one of those days when you thought, "I don't know quite what to make of this." Well, I did.
Tomorrow morning, I'm having my yearly mammogram. Goody. Since I can't wear deodorant for that great occasion, I elected to wait until morning to take my bath. I did iron one of my new blouses to wear, not that anyone will see it. OF course, the first thing you do for a mammogram is take everything off above the waist. So my pretty blouse will be folded and put in a tiny locking box in the dressing room and I'll be given some sort of hospital garment. Some places, it has been a sort of cape thingie which does you no good if you raise one arm even a little bit. Here, I'll get a sort of shirt that ties in the front. They never have one big enough for me, but oh well. After that, we'll stop at my doctor's office where I will pick up my prescription for pain medication. I wonder how much I'll be given. The law about to be passed says I get 7 days' worth, but I don't know whether that means I get 7 pills for if I get 28 or even 42 pills, depending on how many I'm allowed to take in one day. I don't usually wish bad things on people, but I'd love for all those healthy Senators and Representatives to hurt their backs and then try to get some pain relief.
Yesterday, I finally got a good idea where the next book is going. Meanwhile, I had sort of written a couple of chapters that led nowhere. It's a relief to know what comes next, at least for the first few chapters.
I bought myself an epilator last week. Do you all know what that is and what it does? I was expecting it to hurt worse than it does. There's really nothing to it. But then, I've always had "tough hair," the kind that circus ladies have who hang by their hair and twirl around in the top of the circus tent! My teeth are the same way. I could hang by my teeth, too, no problem. Yes, I have my own teeth, even at my advanced age, but only if you count crowns as real teeth!!
Today is the birthday of one of my closest friends. She was recently widowed and still in shock. She has elected to stay where the two of them retired in a gated community in Florida. They had their house built there and I imagine it's very nice. She's never talked about the house. Her focus has been the activities in their neighborhood. She loves organizing get-togethers or group travel or whatever they need to be organized. That's how I spent my working years. Now I don't want to organize diddly-squat. I'm glad she still has those activities to keep her busy, though. I'd hate to think she's sitting down there in the doldrums.
One of my favorite cousins is not well. I mean, really not well. I wish I had stayed in touch with him more as we aged. I'm not comfortable calling him. Ah, but I have his email address. I believe he has gone (or will soon go) on a cruise with his family, but I'll just bet he couldn't resist taking along a tablet. Now I just have to think of what to say and how to say it. You'd think someone who has written as many sad stories as I have would be able to come up with something, but I know I can't do it. I'm too chicken.
It's way past my bedtime - hahaha - as if I have a bedtime! I need to try to sleep tonight, at least for a couple of hours. We have to leave home at 8:30 in the morning. So anyhow, toodles.