Tuesday Morning

Fred got his phone call from the nurse this morning and she told him everything he needed and wanted to know except the time the surgery will be this on this day next week. Apparently the surgeon will call him and tell him some time before next Tuesday. My guess would be that it will be an early-morning appointment since he is a diabetic. When I got a “can you be here at 6 am?” call before I had my first catatact  removed, I was told that a diabetic had cancelled. The nurse told me that certainly for cataract removals the early appointments are always reserved for diabetics so they are without food for as little time as possible. I hated having an afternoon appointment for the second eye. I get very cranky when I am without food!

It doesn’t take much to make me happy. For the past few days I have not been getting my early-morning email of the headlines from the New York Times. Yesterday, I got Friday’s and Saturdays of last week, and this morning, the mailing system seems to be back on schedule. I am such a creature of habit that it really annoyed me to have to go to the New York Times on line and hunt for what I wanted to read instead of being able to click on a link in email and go to the article! Incidentally, an interesting article I read this morning was about how many business people are having to take remedial business writing  because their emails are incoherent.  {And, apparently, according to some remedial business writers, I would qualify for their course because I over-use the exclamation point and occasionally underline!}

So far today I have done the dishes, cleaned off the table and been for a walk. Much to my amazement I found fifteen rubber bands on the table! These were originally around the daily paper we have not been taking for a week. Ooops! This is an indication of how long it has been since I cleaned off the table. The apartment is smelling very nice right now not only because I took the trash out but because I lit a cinnamon-scented candle. I love scented candles and I wonder why I don’t burn them more often.  After I have finished this deathless prose, I will vacuum the carpet which needs it very obviously since I cannot empty the basket under the paper-shredder without spreading around little bits of shredded paper which cling tenaciously to the rug. It has just occurred to me that I could minimize this effect by putting a paper bag inside the shredder’s basket which would mean that all I would have to do would be to lift it out when it was full. Hmmm, since I have had this paper shredder for at least a year, apparently I am slow on the uptake, too!

Now I have remembered I am going to get this nice big check in a few days, I am thinking of getting the complete set of “StarGate:SG1” on DVD for myself. Not that we have a DVD player {as yet} but they will play on my laptop which I use in the bedroom in the evening. Fred doesn’t like fiction {he calls it “stories” in almost the same voice that I would use in saying “lies”} so when I do get a DVD player, it will go in the bedroom because I do like fiction and especially science fiction. I am also tempted by seeing advertisements for “Star Trek: Voyager,” a series which I enjoyed a lot.

Ok, time to get the vaccuum fired up and get rid of the shredded paper bits..

Until later…