My mother is better. Her lung infection seems to be under control, so she’s more busy and energetic. She will be seeing the surgeon about the hernia late this month.
I saw my daughter a few weeks ago. It was really, really good to see her again, although it was a very short visit. She was in Tampa on vacation (her in-laws bought the tickets, because they love her more than I do), so we drove over to Gainesville and then drove down to Tampa on Saturday to see them. We went to Siesta Key, rated #3 on Dr. Beach’s Top 10 US beaches list. I so love the ocean, and this is a beautiful place on the Gulf. The visit would have been nicer and more fun if I hadn’t spent an hour helping DH (fruitlessly) search for his glasses in said Gulf. The lifeguard said they would probably wash up on the beach in 20 years, encrusted with barnacles. DH was fretting because he’s almost blind without his glasses. I was fretting because new glasses are going to set us back at least $300.
Matt over at Addicted to Vinyl wrote a couple of posts that covered a lot of material, which is what triggered this post covering a lot of material. One of his ‘graphs pointed out the painful reality that the Springsteen tour is o-ver. I found out from my sister-in-law after I arrived in Gainesville that Bruce was in Jacksonville (just 90 minutes away!) the Saturday night we were there. If I had known sooner, I probably would have arranged the weekend differently! In any case, we returned to Gainesville from Tampa late in the evening Saturday, so I wasn’t able to just show up at the last minute and buy a ticket. Matt’s reminder that Bruce is all done made me pout all over again that I missed it.
On the other hand, I wouldn’t have wanted to see my daughter and her family for any less time than I got - it was little enough any way. I really miss her. My grandchildren are beautiful and growing like…well, like children I haven’t seen in over a year. My daughter looked wonderful for someone who has had a headache for three weeks. She’s looking mighty slim as a result of three months of NVP (Nausea and Vomiting from Pregnancy, fka morning sickness). Oh, how I don’t miss that time of my life. It’s hard to remember when you’re going through it that you get a baby when you’re all done.
My evacuation from Gustav is almost at an end, possibly to be followed in short order by an evacuation for Hurricane Ike. On the one hand, I sort of think I should just stay here, but on the other hand, if I do, I would probably be here for another two full weeks, which is three weeks gone, which is way longer than I want to go without [fill in activity you think I will miss the most here]. I fly home through DC tomorrow a.m. My flight leaves at 7:30 and I’ll be arriving in NOLA around 2:00. Hopefully Ike will go to the Yucatan or fizzle out completely. In any case, we’re prepared.
I have an opinion post about feminism at my other blog. Probably some of my readers won’t like it much.
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