Movies! Not only the one I saw at the theater (see below) but look what I found on Comcast On Demand. The ultimate escape!
Movies are such a reliable, cheap high.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Movies! Not only the one I saw at the theater (see below) but look what I found on Comcast On Demand. The ultimate escape!
I have been obsessing about my upcoming surgery. I know that accomplishes nothing and I try not to do it, and yet ... Look, I'm about to be gutted like a fish in order to find out if I have cancer. It IS kind of a big deal!
I didn't do much today because I'm feeling a little depleted emotionally. I went in for my pre-op chest x-ray and bloodwork. Then I stopped at the pharmacy for the pre-op bowel prep. Ew. Ick. I have an annoying cough. And I'm still as sluggish as I felt when this adventure started.
I'm watching a documentary on Princess Diana, and as always, I miss her. It would have been nice to see how that kindergarten teacher-turned-icon would have evolved in middle age. It would have been wonderful to see her touch more lives with her charity work.
"The happiest days are when babies come." So said the wise Miz Melly Wilkes in Gone with the Wind, and of course she was right. I woke up in the middle of the night -- a little after 2:00 AM -- with a sudden coughing jag and went to the kitchen for ice water. On the way back to the bedroom, I stopped at this here old laptop checked my email. Imagine my surprise to find a pair of baby photos and a birth announcement from one of the best people on the planet!
Freedom from worry. I'm OK financially. Not as good as I should be, not as good as I want to be, but OK. And right now, to borrow from Bruce Springsteen, "that's all right with me."
That's all I'm hearing from my oldest friend in California.
Peapod. My groceries were delivered tonight. I placed the order yesterday afternoon from the office, updated it last night from home (after I confirmed the ketchup situation) and they arrived at my front door tonight. One less thing to do this weekend, so I can get over and have my pre-op bloodwork done, and then concentrate on decluttering and cleaning.
THIRTEEN OF MY FAVORITE "MAD MEN" QUOTES
I love Don Draper. I love the 1960s. I even love "the ad game." So naturally I love Mad Men, and therefore am sad that the new season isn't set to premiere until March 2012! This TT is designed to help me as I jones.
#1 Don and Peggy
Don: It’s your job. I give you money. You give me ideas.
Peggy: But you never thank me.
Don: That’s what the money is for!
#2 Roger
“Well, I gotta go learn a bunch of people’s names before I fire them.”
#3 Don on his secretary, Miss Blankenship
"I would have my secretary do it, but she's dead."
#4 Roger
"Remember, every time God closes a door, he opens a dress."
#5 Trudy Campbell on the events of 11/22/63
"I don't care what your politics are. This is America! You just don't shoot the President!"
#6 Peggy seeks creative inspiration
"I'm Peggy Olson and I want to smoke marijuana."
#7 Don seeks creative inspiration
“What you call love was invented by guys like me to sell nylons.”
#8 Bobbie Barrett
"Pick a job and become the person who does it."
#9 Joan waxes philosophical
"That’s life for you. One minute you’re on top of the world, the next minute some secretary’s running you over with a lawnmower."
#10 Don
"If you don't like what's being said, change the conversation."
#11 Don and Midge discuss their future.
Don: Maybe we should get married.
Midge: You think I'd make a good ex-wife?
#12 Don and Pete discuss their future
Pete: I'd follow a guy like you into battle blindfolded. And I wouldn't be the first, would I, buddy?
Don: Let's take it a little slower. I don't want to wind up pregnant.
#13 Don's way of getting past calamity
"Move forward. This never happened. It will shock you how much this never happened."
Being known so well. Out of the blue, my best friend sent me a work-related memo to critique. Since we no longer work for the same agency and consequently don't know each other's projects backward and forward anymore, it took me a little time to figure out what it should say, and then to revise it so he's presenting his point-of-view in the clearest possible way.
Today we have achieved just the right amount of busy for this old Gal. Client input came in reliably, turnaround times are reasonable, we're reviewing new creative internally at 4:00 ... It's not as maddeningly, deadly slow as yesterday was, but not as frantic as I feared today would be because our Thursday in-person presentation has been scaled back to a conference call. That means that, instead of needing everything in the world done before 6:00 this afternoon, we have until sometime tomorrow.
It's been pouring since before noon. My boss joined most of the account team for a presentation at the client's office, so there's no one available to review the work I've been concentrating on (and will be presenting Thursday). So I'm enduring that frustrating boredom that comes before tomorrow's flurry of activity. You'd think after 30 years of doing this, I'd be able to better calibrate my moods and reactions!
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Breakfast with the Books. Bookmama, her mother, Snowbird, and her two book loving kids took time out of their trip to Chicago to visit me! The Lego-loving older brother was so patient and well-behaved, eager to tell tales of his trip to the Lego Store at Water Tower Place. His shy, picture-pretty younger sister was a fan of the American Girl Store. And chatting with Bookmama and Snowbird was so warm and comfortable! I got to hear the history of their unique family tradition, Thanksmass. I'm honored that two such nice women carved out more than an hour of their getaway just for me, and I'll remember this -- my first cyberworld-to-real-life experience -- always!
It knew to wait until now to make itself known. For, according to their website, "In Spring 2010, the hospital made a transition to privatize rooms for patients." No roommate for me! Yea!
Well, that's done. I finally have a date for my surgery: September 9. I got the information I need for having my pre-op bloodwork and x-ray done. I feel less like there's a specter hanging over me and more like I'm moving toward improving my health. And I can make plans for getting my home ready for whoever is staying with me for a few days afterward. (That's all still up in the air. I'm a little frustrated about that, but I'm trying not to harsh my buzz. I found the pony in this shitty situation and I'm clinging to it!)
That's three trips to Goodwill in 8 days. Most of what I have parted with are books. That makes me happy. Obviously I am very attached to my reading materials or I wouldn't have accumulated so many that I'm confident I simply don't have the time to revisit. But I like thinking about them finding new homes and being appreciated anew. And, of course, there's the Goodwill aspect. Goodwill helps the disadvantaged find jobs. That's so important now.
Back-to-back-to-back episodes of I Love Lucy.
My Mommy. She has been making plans, all on her own, to get us to the hospital and then stay here with me after my surgery. I don't want her here. Of course, I don't want anyone here. I like to be left alone when I don't feel well. But she is on it.
t's soooo expensive and Colonial Williamsburg has a very nice spa, costs less and has that added shopping/historical thing going. But sometimes I just yearn for the beauty and pampering of Chateau Elan. It's like being in a sensory deprivation tank, away from anything in the outside world that can stress you out.
Cat naps. And I mean that literally. My big ol' tomcat, Joey, was asleep on my bed when I left for work this morning. When I got home this afternoon at about 2:00, he hadn't yet moved. Since I was home early, an exciting event, he roused himself and stretched contentedly. The sight literally tugged at my heart. He must be 15 years old now (he was an adult shelter rescue, so it's impossible to know for sure), and I'm glad he's so happy and has enjoyed such a good life.
meone spend their adult life with a company and get the sack.
Hot dog and fries, outdoors! Near the hospital where I visited with the oncologist is my favorite hot dog stand. Because of this summer's oppressive heat, I haven't been there. But today, as a reward for being such a brave girl, I not only had a single (dog, fries and root beer), I dined at one of their picnic tables. There's something about picnic tables ...
So today I had my first -- and hopefully only -- appointment with my oncologist. I really liked him. He was extremely blunt, but also thorough and I came away feeling confident that he knows what he's doing and is honest with me.
THE LAST THIRTEEN BOOKS I READ
Calendars for Christmas! The Border's Going Out of Business Sale includes 2012 calendars that they are just now putting on the shelves! I got page-a-day's for my friend Mindy (Jeopardy!) and my oldest friend (Film Fanatic's Trivia) and a Beatles wall calendar for my nephew -- who not only is, in his words, "a massive Beatle fan," but is also switching rooms with his older sister soon and will have more wall space going into the new year. That was $46 worth of Christmas presents for $20.40! I'm trying to find ways to economize and so this makes me very happy. After all, I don't want to cut down the quantity or quality of what I put under people's trees this year, just the expense.
st not up to being a big fish all the time. It can be exhausting!
My ticker. I got the results from the tests I had done back on August 2 … and my heart is fine! Both my oldest friend and my buddy John suffer from heart problems. My dad died of a stroke. So I want to stay on top of my own heart health.
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