Right. I’m home now 🙂
The day was even less proÂducÂtive than I expectÂed. The docÂtor’s office, for the secÂond time in a row, changed my appointÂment time withÂout telling me. It was supÂposed to be at 11:45—that’s what’s on the card they gave me when I was there last time. I arrived and was told that no, it was at 10 am, so I missed it. The card didÂn’t matÂter, nope, they just changed it and I supÂpose I was to know psyÂchiÂcalÂly. They cerÂtainÂly did NOT tell me that when they called me yesÂterÂday to conÂfirm the appointÂment! So I have an appointÂment tomorÂrow with a new docÂtor on THIS side of town so I don’t have to driÂve to SnelÂlville. That’s betÂter anyÂway. Maybe they’ll have someÂone with A Clue on staff in this office-though I’m not holdÂing my breath. When you won’t pay decent wages for office staff, you tend to get what you pay for.
I was havÂing lots of pain (still am, realÂly), so Sam chaufÂfeured me around town today—he’s such a sweetÂie. We found some posÂsiÂble storÂage soluÂtions for the office supÂplies and got some supÂplies for finÂishÂing up some framing.
The piano tunÂing took forÂevÂer, but the piano (the one I grew up with) sounds betÂter than ever! And yes, aliceÂbunÂnie, he was good. I tried playÂing the piano for the first time since the feelÂing startÂed comÂing back in my left hand. I do believe I can start relearnÂing now 🙂
Sam finalÂly got his old files from the baby Mac—yay! The poor litÂtle thing is a tiny dinosaur, and we don’t have the equipÂment (or want to put the monÂey into it) to put it on the network.
We went by Office Depot, where a nice lady conÂsentÂed to have me try a new Palm craÂdle and powÂer supÂply. Nope, my PDA still won’t powÂer up, so we’ll ship it back for repair tomorrow.
We did othÂer things, um—oh yeah! We returned R’s drum & bell kit that has been leased for the last three years to the music store since his mothÂer says he won’t need it at his new school.
I thought we were gamÂing this SatÂurÂday, but we may be going to the filk at surÂrÂdave’s house instead.
I’ve read most of the South Beach Diet while hangÂing out at bookÂstores. I think I’ll check it out of the library, copy the recipes, and try it.
Why am I findÂing pits in the cherÂries in my yogurt? Ewww! And I have a skeeter bite on my left hand, right where the thumb and index finÂger meet. It’s driÂving me NUTS!
Edit: Piano tuner is Mark Kearns, 770–466-6727 or 770–635-9145, email deepÂrpl @ yahoo.com