CUT CUT FIZZ FIZZ Another fun week ahead. Try to keep marmie from attacking another country while I'm out please. I will be undergoing my 3rd meeting with the knife (or scalpel or laser cutter or can opener) since September 2023. Joints are failing faster than a pound of butter on a hot plate. As my insurance covers it, why not? I enjoy the recovery challenge. Working on getting the housework and laundry done before H-day (hip). OH is taking over the laundry again so we had a brief refresher course. Last time he had the duty after meticulously sorting colors and fabrics per my instructions, he said the heck with it and just threw everything in at once. Using two pods of detergent rather than one. Sigh. We may just move out to the lake for a while as everything is on one floor including laundry.
DRIVING MS LAZY Visited the DMV (dept of motor vehicles) to get my handicap placard. OH could not wait to use it, but you would be surprised how those spaces fill up. I expect to see nothing but canes, walkers and go-carts in the stores eventually. Handicapped/smamiecapped-you cannot keep us from completing our appointed rounds. However, I just expect to be dropped off and picked up at entrances as the doc is afraid I'm going to fall and destroy all his lovely work since we scheduled this for January. Ice is your friend my post-op paperwork says, but I don't think they mean the kind that gives you an Ice Capades workout. May have to drag out, horrors, the tennis ball footed old person highchair walker. If that sucker had a seat on it, I would never need surgery. Or better yet, one of those canes that has a flip-out seat. This hilarity is from someone who walks 7 or 8 miles a day on her bum leg.
Anyway, I was diverted by my own misguided cleverness. Being at the DMV I'm sure brings out memories for us all. The old days of long serpentine lines and surly employees. These days it's a pretty decent set-up IF, a pretty big if, you make an appointment. The only surly line I saw was in the foyer where people without an appointment were trying to access the one machine. I was reminded of my initial visit to take my driving test at 16. The final words of advice from my father who went with me was "thank goodness, I don't have to drive with you anymore". What an inspiring cheerleader. Needless to say, he drove home even though I passed the test.
The daughter was just as eager to drive as her mom so we made arrangements on her 16th birthday to cement her new status. Excited and bubbly when they called her name, but alas-the computers were down, and they could not complete her paperwork. Her little face dropped 3 feet. Stupidly, I said let's try another SOS office. Like the problem with computers would miraculously bypass a different station. However, it all comes down to the people. The examiner asked if she had her temporary paperwork - but of course. We'll just attach the new form to the temp and your license will be in the mail in a week or so. From agony to ecstasy in an hour. It is an awesome feeling to please your offspring so perfectly. But then, Mom deflates when the newly licensed driver asks to take the car solo to see her boyfriend. Worst hour of my life I can tell you. However, she became such a good driver (though a little fast) that I let her take my beloved Riviera to Detroit with a couple of friends. Her little Dodge truck wasn't big enough for three ladies. They, and more importantly, the car came back unscathed.
TALKING POINTS Well after much canoodling about it, I decided to re-record the opening paragraphs for my poddie airing next week. I had mispronounced the dude's name every time only in the intro I said something like "oh I did it again". No problem on doing the re-recording, but I had recently cut and colored my hair. But if anyone is that observant, more power to them. I did wear the same sweater, however. Anyway, the upshot of all that is "I mispronounced the name again!" Geez. Peace out/Stay strong/love your neighbor💚 💙💛
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