Think Spring

May 14, 2003

You know the bad thing about this time of year? Huge moths and other bugs slam themselves into my back door, disorientated by the porch light, and I always think its someone trying to break into the house.

I’m a bit confused right now- or to be more correct, a lot confused. I don’t really know whether to be overjoyed or sad. I just got an email from Janet saying that Clair got adopted today. That’s fantastic, right? Now she doesn’t have to come here! And she has a new home! However, today as she stuck her paw out of the cage to greet me, and curled up in my lap like she belonged there, I finally got really, really attached, and was ready to bring her home. I’d been a bit hesitant about it up until then- I mean with Lula the Queen and kittens on the way, the last thing we really need is another cat, and yet I couldn’t let her die, so it was just sort of necessary in my mind to bring her home with me. But today, today I really, really wanted to. I was looking forward to it, and even explained what would happen to Lula. I explain a lot of things to Lula- whether she understands any of it or not we will probably never know, but she likes the attention.

The funny thing about junk email is that by now when I sign on to 32 emails in my box, I expect one or two at the most to be real email worth reading, but tonight there were seventeen! This includes the one about Clair getting adopted, and one from Mo saying she is back, which makes me very happy.

I can’t believe some of the stuff I left out of my last post, like how I spent most of the hike singing “And the road goes ever on” and quoting Bilbo Baggins... “Its dangerous business stepping out your front door, Frodo…” or reminiscing about Bill Bryson’s book A Walk in the Woods, which the more clever among you will have noticed was the title of the entry.

Not all that much has happened between that entry and today. Monday was a really long work day, but I was in a good mood, so it went quickly. I ended up falling asleep at like 9:30pm watching a show on E! about the making of Cheers, and sleeping until noon on Tuesday, which may be the first time I’ve gotten real sleep in a very, very long time.

Tonight has been a kind of emotional rollercoaster, in a weird way. That’s what I get for flipping between American Idol and the final episode of Dawson’s Creek. I was a nervous wreck, flipping between “Please don’t let Clay go!” and “Jen can’t die!” and “Yay! Clay stays!” and “How can Jen be dead?” That’s enough to shatter a girl right there.

I had my doctor’s appointment with the digestive specialist in Springfield this morning, and it did nothing to renew my faith in the medical profession. Basically, the guy said that the problem was most likely with a muscle in the back of my throat, which was more the area of an ear-nose-and-throat guy than him, but that we should do a scope where they stick the little tube with the video camera down my throat and into my stomach, just to rule out that there were any problems there. He also says that if it is a muscle problem, there’s pretty much no way to treat it. Encouraging, huh? I went ahead and scheduled the scope, just to humor them, and in the process found out that it would be two thousand dollars. Two thousand dollars! And did I mention that I have no insurance? And that this stupid office visit alone was $150? And you wonder why I have such a lack of faith.

So, my new plan is to find a new ear-nose-and throat guy, and go from there. I refuse to accept that I will have to live the rest of my life not eating all of those good things I can’t eat.

I was pretty bummed, so when my mom suggested we go to the mall, I was all for it. I used to go every Wednesday morning after work, since I was already in Springfield, but ever since I started volunteering at the shelter, there hasn’t been time, so I was more than ready to catch up. When we walked in, I figured that we had about an hour to shop before I would have to head home to do my doctor runs. I decided to just give in and call Monica to have her work for me tonight so that I could take the whole day off, and I’m SO glad that I did. It was so nice to have this unplanned day off, I was practically giddy. The first thing I did was buy new jeans at Abercrombie, thus adding money back on to the A&F credit card that I had just paid off that day (the first time any of my cards have ever had a 0 balance!). They are my favorite jeans ever, and they were on sale though, so who could resist? I shopped a lot more, but my only other purchase was a bag of passion fruit truffles from Godiva, because I am in love with them and they don’t make them anymore and they were half price, and hello, a doctor had just told me that I will probably never be able to eat meat or drink soda again. If that’s not a call to buy horrendously overpriced chocolate, I don’t know what is. (Consequently, the last time I bought anything from Godiva was the Great Breakup of 2002. For the record, it takes $12 in truffles to feel better about an ex).

Anyway, after the mall, it was off to Barnes & Noble, which is one of my favorite places on earth. If only the books were free, it would probably top the list. After studying the bookshelves for a while, I took a pile of about six over to one of the comfy chairs and settled in. My new practice is to read the first ten or so pages of a book to decide if I want it or not. Among this stack was a NEW book by Tom Robbins! I adore Tom. Sadly, it was only available in hardback, and I was too poor for that sort of fanciness, so Tom will have to wait.

Is it somehow ironic that I just got choked on a pear while writing this?

leave a comment - no, really! I get sad when I check and there are none there.

Previous Entry * Index of Archives