My poor mother had to call me today because I haven’t been keeping up with my blog so she didn’t know what was going on with me. Sadder words have never been typed! So I’m going to give you a bit of random…
We had Chinese food the other day and check out my fortune:
Todd was pretty smug when I read it to him because every time I complain about my weight or any other cruddy side effect of having cancer he says pretty much the same thing. This is the part where I usually say something flippant and roll my eyes, but Mothers with Cancer lost one of our own last night so I’m going to embrace these simple words and be grateful for what I have.
This upcoming Friday I am going to the spa with my friends; Kris, Laura and Sheri. Last year for each birthday we chipped in and bought a gift card for a one hour massage and we’re finally getting around to cashing in on them. It’s going to be exactly like Sex in the City, except there will be no sex going on and the spa is actually in a pretty rural, yet quaint, little town. But there will be four exceptionally beautiful and fashion savvy women. Really.
Laura made the reservations for us, but we each had to call in and give them our GC number. So I called and gave my number to the receptionist and then I took a deep breath and said, “I have a rather embarrassing question to ask you.” She was very nice as I told her I had breast reconstruction a couple of years ago and am unable to lay on my stomach. My obvious concern was that I wouldn’t be able to get the massage. After relaying the information to the massage therapist she came back and told me it wouldn’t be a problem.
Here again I would like to complain about the inconvenience of cancer, but I remember Lisa and my fortune so I won’t.
Sookie is much better. Poor, neglected dog.
Todd, on the other hand, is still sick. His fever broke a week ago and his doctor put him on a steroid dose pack to clear the chest congestion so he could breathe, but he’s still under the weather. He’s going back to the doctor on Monday and I just hope he doesn’t have pneumonia because: A) He has another business trip next week and he gets to visit his brother’s family; B) He’s tired of feeling miserable; and C) I don’t do well with sick people in my house.
We had a little taste of spring yesterday. It was delightful. First of all, I have instituted a new “below freezing” rule which says if it’s not below freezing I’m not driving the kids to the bus stop. Now the bus stop is only a half a block away and it’s not the walking in the cold weather I’m opposed to. It’s them standing there for 20 minutes in the below freezing temps that I don’t like. Let’s face it – I’ll always be a Southern California beach girl at heart. But yesterday morning it was around 38 – well above freezing.
And when I opened the back door to let Sookie out it smelled wondermus. I don’t remember this smell in California, but you Southerners know exactly what I’m talking about. The smell of early spring. It’s in my top ten favorite smells ever, maybe top five.
It was just nice to leave the house for some Homie Hang time and not have to bundle up like Randy in A Christmas Story. But guess what. We are now expected snow. Not just a little, either. Depending on who you listen to we could get up to 10 inches of snow between tomorrow night and Monday morning. Of course, I’ll believe it when I see it.
I have mixed emotions here. On one hand, we’ve had a lot of snow events this year, but no measurable snow to speak of. It would be nice to have one good sledding snow. On the other hand I’m ready for spring. I’m ready to have the windows open and take the dog for walks without freezing.
There is much more random in my life, but this is all you get today. Who knows? Maybe I’ll write more tomorrow!!