Some days, it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed in the morning. No, I take that back. It is ALWAYS worth it to get out of bed, not matter how weird the day gets.
I was late this morning…slept late, threw my clothes on, ran a brush through my hair and was about to rush out the door when I noticed that the brush was FILLED with hair. Oops…it’s starting and am I prepared? Of course not. I was waiting for the new shipment of wigs to come in at MD Anderson and figured I’d be fine till I got back. Just to be safe, I did pick up a beautiful scarf (one that didn’t require any tricky tying) but it definitely wasn’t going to match anything I wanted to wear to Sharon and John’s Christmas Open House on Saturday. Anyway, I grabbed a cap and headed out to yoga figuring (like Scarlett O’Hara) I’d think about it later.
Problem solved…Elin arrived with a Santa hat and took it off and gave it to me. Ahhh…people are so darn good.
After yoga, a group of us were heading to a local place for breakfast and (of course) there’s something wrong with the car. It’ll start just fine…just won’t move out of park no matter what I do. I try everything, call Jerry who tells me to “try everything I already tried”‘ and then I get a ride to breakfast figuring I’ll worry about it later. Paula (God bless her) gives me a ride back to the beach and on the way, I tell her, “No, just drop me off. If I can’t get the thing going, I’ll call AAA.” She’s refusing to leave me and I’m insisting I’ll just go sit on the beach until help comes, but voila! the car is fine when I get back and I head home.
I get home and ask Jerry to take a picture of me with my new hat.
“How about outside by the bouganvilla?” he says.
“Perfect,” says I and we head outside. (Please note that it is not all that warm here at the moment.) He takes a couple pictures (all of which I hate) and we start inside where I realize that wherever I was standing was fire ant hell. I had on sneakers and socks and STILL got bit…twice on my ankle and then, when I was pulling off my sneaker and sock, twice on my hand. They LOVE me. I flew into the bathroom for my magic cure…scrub with soap and water and then load with tea tree oil…trust me, fire ants can’t be bothered with my husband but they see me coming a mile away. I know how to deal with this. Anyway, I think the bites are doing “as well as can be expected.” They’ve stopped hurting, moved on to itching. I’ll live.
So now I’m home relaxing while Jerry runs errands and gets a hair cut. Heading out later this afternoon. A good friend does Reiki…Seeing Tori and then meeting up with Cranberry friends at the local pub (they get beer, I get water…no booze while on chemo) Then tonight Jerry and I are going to the Westcoast Black Theater in Sarasota. (Hmmm, better take a nap after lunch so I can do all this)
All’s well. I can eat, I can do yoga, I can see my friends, I can get a little bit of work done each day. Biggest project this week is making a Shutterfly book of the Littles trip east last summer. It just never got done and I want it done before I leave here next week. They went to NYC, the Berkshires, Agawam, Longmeadow, Andover, Boston, Fairfield, CT, Philadelphia and the Jersey Shore. It’s doing to be a LONG book
By the way, don’t you just love the Christmas picture of Lana and Calli? It was taken four years ago and the two kids haven’t changed a bit.