The monsoonal moisture is moving up from the south this morning, and the ground is actually wet. I had to use the windshield wipers when I went swimming this morning. Rain drops fell on all our heads and we laughed about it as we jumped up and down.
I’m beginning to wind down my day-to-day activities. It was fun to bob around in the pool and hot tub with friends this morning, but it was also time to say that I would be vanishing after next Wednesday. Yesterday at work, I said the same thing to our boss, Stephanie.
“I’ll miss you,” she told me.
Miss me probably because she would have to post our stuff to Facebook instead of me. She’s found volunteers to work with the books, but not Facebook yet. Yes, even a venerable, old institution like the American Cancer Society updates its thrift store pages several times a week. For the last while, it’s been me doing the updating, and I’ve truly enjoyed it.
“As soon as I can walk, I will be back in to take pictures for you,” I told her.
She smiled faintly.
My writing workshop went on hiatus for me on Tuesday. I was so uncomfortable in my chair that I couldn’t hold still for the readings that flowed around me. Enough misery, thank you. I truly hated to tell the instructor I was quitting for a while, but I went home feeling much more comfortable with myself.
The “Lines in the Sand” are set now: costumes are done for Comic Con, breakfast with Daughter-in-Law/mother of five of our grandchildren on Sunday, pre-op with the surgeon and one more blood draw on the 15th, and The Geezer’s stitches out on Tuesday. Wednesday is the last day I work at the Discovery Shop before surgery, and after work we pick up our badges at the Town and Country Motel. Comic Con is Thursday through Sunday with pain meds to end on Friday the 19th. Mercy Hospital pre-op is on the 23rd, another doctor’s appointment is on the 24th, and on the 25th, I go in at 0515 as the first surgery of the day.
Perhaps it has a better ordered reality if I write it all down.
Life is Really in the Footnotes: