This has been a weird day, with little glitches throughout.
The only thing on the schedule was going to the dentist at 1
p.m., but when they called to ask if I could come at 2 instead of 1,
suddenly I had time to Do Things.
Yesterday was the day when I found my mother sleeping at 1
p.m. and just left her laundry for her. I really should go and make
sure she actually is alive. By the time I got to Atria (slipping in
the back door), she was not in her room, but it was lunch time, so I just
slipped out again.
There was lots of time before the dentist, so I stopped at
Supercuts and got my hair cut, something it has been sorely needed for weeks
now. As she was shampooing my hair, my cell phone rang and started a
long back-and-forth between me and my friend Ellen. I didn't get her
call, but checked later. She wanted to know when a particular photo I
had taken of her and her wife Shelly was taken. I told her I didn't
recognize it and didn't think I took it I wont bore you with all the
details, but the discussion is still going on and she still insists I must
have taken it.
I was happy with the cut...I probably lost a pound, she cut
so much off. The last time I had it cut was right before we left for
our Mediterranean cruise, so it was way overdue for a cut.
When I finished there I still had an hour and 15 minutes
before my dental appointment so I drove out to Michael's craft store to pick
up a few things I wanted. Miraculously, I got out of there in 20
minutes and under $50. I didn't have any lunch because I didn't want
to "dirty" my teeth before my appointment.
I drove back to Cindy's and still had 20 minutes to wait,
but I had brought a book, so I was fine with that--I'm always happy when I
can sit somewhere where I don't have to do anything and can do some
guilt-free reading. I'm reading a free sample of Bob Hope's biography.
I saw the author on Theater Talk this week and it sounded
fascinating, but the kindle version was not cheap, so I wanted to see if I
really thought I'd read the whole thing (it's also quite thick). While
I am enjoying it, I probably won't buy it. I think I will lose
interest eventually.
Funny thing about Bob Hope (who, the author says sadly,
stayed in the limelight too long). Recently there was all this
brouhaha about the Oscars -- I can't remember what anniversary it was, but
one of the big ones. 50? Lots and lots of talk about MCs over the
years and was Carson better than Billy Crystal, and remember that really
awful year, etc., etc. In all the talk I don't remember hearing ONE
person mention Bob Hope, who hosted the damn thing for nineteen
years! In fact, I remember wondering if Carson could live up to Hope's
reputation. It was kind of like ... can you have New Year's Eve
without Guy Lombardo? Can you have an Oscar telecast without Bob Hope?
And now nobody remembers him at all.
But I digress
The teeth cleaning appeared to go well. I really like
Kristina, my dental hygienist. We always get caught up on each other's
lives when she's cleaning my teeth. Cindy has posters on the ceiling,
which rotate throughout the year. This time it was this elephant
poster, which I really liked (can't believe I found it on Google images!)
The more I stared at it, the more I realized that the
contour of the elephant's back matched the contour of the tree and pointed
that out to Kristina, though I said I knew she probably didn't look at the
picture much.
After Kristina had finished her cleaning, Cindy came in to
break the news that I have a couple of small cavities and must come back in
July to have them filled. (She said that as a dental hygienist,
Kristina is not permitted to tell me that, though she was the one who told
Cindy that I had cavities).
From there I went back to Atria, where I found my mother
sitting by the dining room and sat with her. I wanted to get coffee,
but you can't GET coffee in the damn place any more. Forget about a
cookie or something like that. I discovered that you also can't visit with
my mother in the alcove there, especially on bad memory days, which today
was. When we are in her apartment, she spends an inordinate amount of
time talking about the beautiful flowers in her apartment and the leaves on
the trees outside the window. With those two topics not possible, we
had nothing to talk about at all. I only stayed 15 minutes and then
left. The good thing is that she has no concept of time, so she had no
idea that I stayed such a short time.
If she would ever...just once...not ask me who the cute
little girls are on the back of my phone, I would be so happy, but it's like
another knife in my heart every time to know that she has no awareness that
she has great grandchildren, or that she has ever seen them.
At home, we had a refrigerator that was filling up with
leftovers, so I just heated a shrimp, rice and kale dish for Walt and
leftover mac and cheese for me. We don't have a usable table for two
right now, so he ate at the table and had brought down a TV table for me.
My bowl of mac and cheese was so hot, I bobbled it and turned the whole
thing upside down on the floor. To show how bad Kraft dinner is, not
even the dogs wanted to eat it. And I had a right regular good ol'
tantrum, briefly. I heated more mac and cheese and ate that.
Shortly after that, Walt was setting the coffee pot up to
start at 6:30 in the morning and bobbled the cup that the coffee grounds go
into and dumped them all into Polly's bowl. He had his own mini
tantrum.
Then I watched some TV and at some point went to check
something OnDemand and the screen froze. I could not get it to do
anything, not even to turn off. Normally, I would go into my office
and watch the little TV, but the little TV is in the living room, and not
plugged in.
So I came into the computer and worked on a project I've
been working on since last night. I finally got it to where I wanted
to print it in Word Perfect, which tells me that the .jpg I was trying to
use was not the right format. I decided to print it from PhotoShop and
it printed fine, but I forgot to indicate that I needed it in portrait
orientation, not landscape. When I went to run it a second time, the
printer was out of paper and I realized I don't have a clue where my printer
paper is.
That's when I decided this was not my day and the
best thing I could do was finish this entry, post it (I hope) and hope that
by the morning the TV would have fixed itself.
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