Gettin' Figgy With It Week 3
February 15 - my athletic-trainer son gave me a stretch that immediately made my knee feel much better - our education dollars at work! And Collette came over for a scary movie (Cuckoo - very good, freakin' weird).
February 16 - On my eighth husbandless day, Collette invited me over for their Sunday night family dinner. Really good turkey and mashed potatoes and green beans and carrots and corn and really bad Brussels sprouts. This was square in the middle of our three-day snowstorm, so she also sent her son over to shovel me out first. She said he could come home with me too in case the plow had gone by and my driveway was blocked, but I thought we had done enough volunteering of other people for one day, so I chanced it. My street was nearly impassable, but on the plus side this meant the plow had not gone by, so there was no plow row.
February 17 - It was Family Day, and I missed mine, but I spent most of the day snowed in and reading Sandwich, which a bunch of blog friends recommended last year, and it was an absolute gift.
February 18 - the aforementioned fig
February 19 - sometimes whining to your friends is just therapeutic, and sometimes it yields actual solutions - Hannah came up with the brilliant CAA advice.
February 20 - found the car battery dead again, a whopping 27 hours after signing up for CAA. Requested roadside assistance on the app and an extremely young man showed up less than two hours later to inform me that my battery was, in fact, dead. "Are you aware that CAA sells batteries?" he asked, and I batted my lashes and said "oh my goodness, DO you?" He seemed a bit surprised at the alacrity with which I accepted the price and recommendation, so I toned it down before he realized he could double the price and I'd still probably pay it. Ten minutes later I was back live. I went to the community centre to vote early and finally mailed Eve's birthday/valentine package that had been waiting in the back of the dead car since Tuesday.
February 21 - I drove downtown on a Friday at 3:00 for my nerve conduction study because I am very brave. I was informed that my hand batteries were, in fact, dead - just kidding. Re-confirmed carpal tunnel and referred me for surgery, and we'll just cross that icky bridge when we come to it.
February 22 - my stupid friends made me go stupid curling and it was hard and also fun. More on that later.
Comments
Cuckoo is the movie you recommended as a disappointment salve for Longlegs, yes? I will recommend it to my husband.
“My eighth husbandless day” sounds like a line from a very unpleasant Christmas song.
You are very brave. Too much snow and etc.
Snow is annoying, but doesn't spike my anxiety the way driving downtown, especially right into Friday rush hour, does. I thought I might be driving home in the dark because I have completely lost track of the hours of daylight we have presently, but I was not, which was nice.
I have been curling once and I was so sore the next day I could barely move. We have a curling rink in our small town, but I've never been brave enough to try again (mind you it has been almost 20 years - good heavens, WHERE DID THE TIME GO) since I last went curling. I really should buck up and try it again!
Hope you are no longer husbandless...