Author: Doris

Edda and I went to Five Guys on Saturday.  I ordered the junior cheeseburger with tomato, lettuce, pickles, ketchup, mayo and mustard.  Edda’s was plain.  We shared a huge pile of fries.

Edda is very dainty, wanted to eat her burger with a knife and fork.  Cut into pie-shaped wedge pieces.

Then we concluded our exciting outing by heading to the local grocery store.   Girlfriend, don’t zone out on me.  We got stuff to do!  No napping on the job.

Hurdling!

Climbing with Alan.

Boys have gone to Jeremy’s 25th Haverford reunion for the weekend.  Has it really been 25 years?Yes, it has.  The next 25 years will go quickly as well, I’m sure.  Jeremy is trying to set a good example for me.  I did not go to my 20th reunion last year, so Jeremy’s hoping I’ll go in four years to my 25th.  Maybe then it will be time to see all the new buildings and get reaquainted with some old classmates.   Or maybe not.

Shall we continue to float down the vein of medical updates?  Two months ago, I took Vince to have his eyes checked for glasses and his eyes measured high for pressure.  What does that mean?  Oh, just early blindness – no biggie.  Or it could be nothing!  Some people just run high forever.  So the doc suggested we come in two months later to have his eyes remeasured.  Yesterday (which is two months later) we made it in to have the pressure remeasured, everything is OK – smack dab in the middle of the range.  So then I ask, do I come in again in two months?  Nah – bring him back in a year.   Hmmm…  how do I know that yesterday’s measurements were any more accurate than the ones two months ago?   I’m spinning myself in a medical conundrum circle.  At least Vince got many compliments for the t-shirt.

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Edda’s Lyme-bullseye-rash is dissipating under the spell of antibiotics.  A relief.

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What else is going on?  NOTHING.  Absolutely nothing.  Just turn around, nothing interesting here to see.

Seems like we are all in a funk. Doris is in a funk. I’m in a funk. It’s no bueno. Work is dragging for me these days. Clients can be pretty demanding beyond any sort of reasonable measure. It’s not very motivating for me. That’s all I gotta say about that.

Edda has Lyme.  We saw this bug bite about a week ago and it’s morphed into the “classic, textbook” (<- doctor-quote) bullseye rash.  No need to do any bloodwork, the bullseye is good enough to make the diagnosis.  (I might have to take a photo of that <- doctor quote #2 (because it’s so “classic, textbook”))  I was assured that a three week course of antibiotics should clear it right up, but I must admit I cried about this last night before I saw the doctor today.  Just the thought of chronic Lyme piled on top of Rett Syndrome was just momentarily too much for me.  Why Edda (really, why me?)? I ask the universe.  Of course, the universe replies in a calm voice, why not?  I got the $5.25 dollar antibiotic prescription, gave the first dose and hopefully in three weeks, I can forget about the stupid tick I never saw.  

Anyways, in the middle of my little meltdown last night, I really, really wanted a cookie.  One of those oversized, undercooked gourmet cookies that one finds in overpriced bakeries.  (There is a good reason I make every effort to not have cookies in the house.)  Jeremy, the kindest of the kind, was at a meeting today which had the precise cookies I had wanted last night and got a bunch of extras which did not go the hips of his co-workers, rather he brought them home to me and my own hips and they were even more delicious than I imagined because not only were they the exact cookie that I had wanted the night before during my moment of crisis, but they were FREE which made them infinitely more tasty in my own worried mind.

Mom, Dad, do not call and wake me up.  We can talk later.  Everything is FINE.

We hosted Sunday night dinner.  Jeremy made his wonderful Peruvian chicken with the spicy green sauce.  I made dessert and managed to slice my thumb.  I had just sharpened the knife and I was peeling some apples and the knife cleaning sliced off the very tip of my thumb.  It didn’t bleed very much, but I’m quickly learning that the tip of your thumb is used in many very important daily living activities.

Spoke with Donald today about the merits of Uber vs Lyft.  Jeremy, while he was in LA last week, used Uber for the first time and was quite pleased and impressed.  But somehow we are not suppose to use Uber because the CEO is a jerk?  I haven’t looked it up yet, I’ll do it soon…

Edda and I napped in the middle of the day.  Really, I want to nap, and I use Edda as my excuse.  Mmmmmm…. nap.

It’s a beautiful holiday weekend, could not have ordered up a better looking day than today.  Edda and I spent the day with all the windows wide open reading, watching movies and making an apple cake.  I’m hoping that turned out OK, I’ll try it after I finish this entry.  No vanilla ice cream on hand, so it’ll be missing something.

We went to Dulles Airport this afternoon and we were stuck waiting a couple of hours, so I bought this book I was recommended called “The Martian” which starts with the line – I’m pretty much fucked.  I think I made it through a third of the novel while I was waiting around.  Fast, easy read, but be warned, it’s nerdy.  Matt Damon (dreamy) is starring in the movie version.

I actually love waiting at airports.  The perfect intersection of order/chaos and boredom/endless possibilities.  Where do you want to go today?