Well, my results came in from last week’s MRI. And Dr. Sutton was, “pleased to tell you that your MRI was read as normal.” Which, those of you who are careful readers will have noted, is nearly, but not quite, the same as saying that it was normal. Dr. Sutton is passing me of to Dr. Richard Legge. Dr. Legge is a neuro-ophthalmologist of the first rank (or not, how could I know?). This whole experience has brough me a lot closer to Brad and his wide world of medical mysteries. Also counted among the things that I don’t know is whether neuro-ophthalmologist is actually hyphenated, because the hyphen just happened to appear at the end of a line in my letter… Or did it?
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Dumb cat picture
If you ever want to play a mean practical joke on someone, forget toilet papering their house or sticking plastic forks in their yard.  Wallpaper their bathroom. It’s the cruelest thing you can do.
I was stomping into the bathroom – in a bad mood of course because of all the disgusting glue – and Pfennig chose that moment to be adorable.
Way to go, cat.
Toasty warm
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This is a towel warmer that I bought today at Tuesday Morning. It was only $10, and it’s the last one. (Drat.) I really would like to have a reason to keep it here at home, but we already have a towel warmer in the upstairs bathroom. I rationalized buying it because I thought we could use it at work. In the winter, the children’s mittens get sopping wet when it snows, and when we go out again in the afternoon, their hands are wet and cold. So……the noble thing to do is figure out a way to use it to dry their mittens. (I’m test-drying a wet napkin and wet glove in the picture. Their counterparts are drying elsewhere – control group and all that.) The selfish thing to do is keep it here.
What will I do? Vote, America!
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The nephews have written back! Hooray!! If you’ll remember, I sent them some self-addressed stamped postcards with the mission to draw the first thing they saw. The orange is from Charlie – eight years old. I especially like the stinky sock. (It shows we are related.) Jacob – six – drew the popsicle, which shows that he’s a boy after Lloyd’s own heart. We’ll be playing another round soon!>
The unfortunate consistency of wallpaper glue
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Rockin’ in Papillion!
Last night I got this e-mail:
- WHAT: First Nebraska ukulele club get together.
- WHEN: Saturday, November 4th at 5pm ’till the cops shut us down.
- WHERE: The upstairs stage area of D/Rocks Music 147 N. Washington Street Papillion , NE .
- WHY: Because ukulele is too much fun to not share with others!
Oh, yeah!!! So after a hard day of cleaning up my classroom for Sunday’s Open House, Lloyd and I headed up toward Omaha. (Lloyd said he had to come along because he wasn’t comfortable leaving me alone with possible ukulele geeks because he was fairly certain I would be the hottest (a.k.a. ‘only’) girl there.
As it turned out, there were FOURTEEN ukers there, and six of us were girls! It was crazy fun. Lloyd took pictures because he said people wouldn’t believe that I knew that many people in Nebraska with ukuleles. He was a great sport and even played along! Perfect score!
(We’re meeting again next month if anyone wants to come along.)
P.S. Happy Birthday to Macy G!