Miscellanea

Ok, boob squishing is over for another year. And four more months until my next cancer check-up.

Today I talked to my friend, Teresa, back in Mississippi, on MSN Messenger. She is younger than my older son and I am older than her mother, but we don’t have a mother-daughter relationship. Age doesn’t enter into it. She asked me was I still getting on OK with my partner? When I said, “Yes, why do you ask?” she said she worries about me. It is really nice to have a friend like that. I said my partner and I have our ups and downs, but on the whole, there are considerably more ups than downs.

Today a really odd thing happened. I went to register at the hospital before I went upstairs for my appointment with my gyn-onc, and the young lady who was registering me looked at my info in the screen and said, “Oh, my God!” I said , “What?” She said, “You are P. from ASD!” {ASD stands for alt.support.depression and it is a newsgroup i read often and sometimes contribute to} I said “How on earth did you know it was me?” and she said I had said I was from Vermont and that I had had cancer. And then she reminded me that she and I had briefly corresponded by email about the local choral society. That was such a strange feeling to actually have someone recognize me from what I had written on a Usenet group!

Well, it is my week to cook and we are going to start the week with leftovers from yesterday! I really HATE to cook but we try to do our fair share around here. My partner likes to cook when he is feeling well enough, but he, like all normal people, likes also to have a meal put on the table in front of him. Hence the taking turns one week at a time. We will eat out {I pay} on Tuesday because I will not feel like cooking after working all day and we usually eat out on Friday because a local restaurant has a couple of nice fish specials every Friday so we usually go then.

Today has been gorgeous, weather-wise. I expect we will go to watch the sun go down at Lake Champlain tonight. My partner’s hobby is taking pictures of sunsets and the clouds have to be just right so that the mountains are silhouetted. there is a sun-path across the water, and the clouds are painted with colors. He has taken many many so-so pictures to be able to get one gorgeous one.

And lastly, I got my jazzy bike helmet today…and those of you who have been reading regularly, know what THAT means! And if you don’t, well, perhaps I can entice you to read back…? I have to add the extra pads to have it fit my head properly but, apart from the jazzy red, it is different from my vanilla-white one in that it has a sun visor AND a neat little hole at the back to put my pony-tail through! {I am easily pleased}