Another Goofy Day

During which I spent most of my time behind the wheel of the minivan.

I thought I had most of my day planned out but Carol had an unexpected doctor visit which threw everything out of kilter. She had some pain that was troubling her, and had gone to the e.r. They couldn't find anything and sent her out to the cancer center. They suggested she call her surgeon. He looked her over and said she was fine. We'll see how it goes but she does seem to be doing better today. I still wonder about an infection though and I'm watching her. He's a good surgeon but somewhat cavalier in his aftercare approach.

Between dropping her and picking her up, Ray & I ran the errands (with all three girls since no one was at home) we'd originally intended. Meantime, I'd gotten my signals crossed and promised both Elcie and Rebecca outings just with grandma for the same day. They have the memories of elephants for something like that even when they can't remember to pick up their clothes from the bathroom floor or their shoes from the middle of the doorway.

I juggled some more. Rebecca went with me to the bread store and selected some of the bread and treats. She charmed the counter person who was quite taken with her hair, eyes, and ethnicity which was similar to his. They had quite a conversation.

Went back home, lay down for an hour (by then it was late afternoon and Elcie was becoming discouraged). I rose to the occasion somehow. She and I set out on a search for cat name tags (for their collars). Never did find them but we found some plain flea collars (which they needed) that we could write on. We went to Barnes & Noble for a cold drink (missing Tim by just a few minutes) and then decided to pick up the rest of the school supplies and stop at KFC for their chicken special to bring home.

I'll start cooking again tomorrow I promise. The first week of the month is always a little nuts.

Elcie was happy, Rebecca was happy, Ann was ready to drop where she stood, and Rochelle understood she gets most of the trips. She's the one who hears my keys jingle. Elcie usually wants to stay home and Rebecca would often rather spend the time with her buddies in the neighborhood. Rochelle doesn't care where I'm going - she just wants to go along.

Elcie and I had a great time. This time the conversation in the car drifted to the neutering of animals. What's the difference between a woman having her tubes tied and a female cat being spayed? I spent the next ten minutes explaining. I have no idea what prompted the question and why I always seem to be discussing biology while negotiating five o'clock traffic.

Oh well. I'm grateful for communication, wherever it takes place, and the car seems to be Elcie's comfort zone.

Just as I hoped we were winding down and I was enjoying a telephone conversation with a friend, Rebecca came in with a turned ankle and scratches down her back. She jumped from something and misjudged. So, along with a fat lip from yesterday, her ankle and back hurt.

Nothing serious. Rochelle leapt to the rescue and between the two of us we got Rebecca into a cool bath, a shampoo, and some pampering. She's sound asleep now and I think so are the other two. At least it's quiet.

Not much else. Mollie, if you're reading, the Giants victory yesterday was not the beginning of a glorious comeback although Barry hit 723.

And now I'm going to catch up on a few more of my blogging buddies and call it a night (or a morning - it's almost 1:00 here on the left coast).

Thanks for all the comments and take care everyone.